T A N + N A V Y .
There’s something about the this outfit combination, of an oversized jumper, relaxed shirt, slightly slouchy ankle length trousers, and masculine brogues that appeals to the part of me that kind of loves men’s clothing more I do than women’s.
I catch myself on Pinterest pinning endless photos of girls wearing baggy jumpers over boyfriend jeans, and my own style, especially in the colder months, always leans more towards masculine than feminine.
So much so, in fact, that Jason recently begged me to stop stealing his clothes all the time. ‘You’ve got a wardrobe that’s five times the size of mine Rosie, what do you need my jumpers and shirts for!?’ he said!
I nodded along pretending to agree with him, all whilst trying to figure out how I was going to hide the fact that I actually had one of his T shirts on underneath my jumper at the time…;)
I think it’s this time of year especially that brings it out.
I’ve never been too fond of the whole ‘dress and tights and boots’ combination on me, and the herringbone tweeds and thick cable knits and darker colour palettes that come back time and again each autumn winter season just make my heart sing.
Proof comes in the form of repetition.
That tweed blazer, which again has a slightly relaxed and masculine cut, I’ve been wearing for five years now (originally from Toast- beautiful alternative linked below!), and that ribbed camel jumper was a Christmas gift from Jason some three odd years ago.
What I wore >>
I think those principles, of repetition, and longevity, and wearing items of clothing time and again instead of leaving them to linger at the back of your wardrobe after only one or two wears, are what’s most important to me when it comes to ‘personal style’.
True, it might well just come down to the fact that I form emotional bonds with just about everything that comes into this house and hate to let things go, but oh my, I’ll take classic cut pieces that’ll last a lifetime over anything trend-led any day.
Now, where’s Jason left that lovely new waxed jacket of his…