Hello! This was shot a couple of weeks ago in Edinburgh when me and my Mam went for a spur of the moment girly day and oh what a day it was. We ate (and ate and ate and ate) and did a little bit of shopping too. And by a little bit I mean it got to the point I was considering selling my cat to pay for my Zara spree. And I don't even have a cat. I've actually since shot a lot of the bits for outfit posts – that’s how I justify anything these days; ‘oh these large McDonalds fries? I’m shooting them for a post. The Dominos too, yes’ – so you’ll be able to see what I bought very shortly. The outfit I’m wearing, however, isn’t anything new or particularly exciting. The Paris jumper’s starting to fall apart I’ve worn it so often, but until I get me a Bella Freud slogan jumper I shall wear it till the bitter end. Poor little guy. The shirt’s probably the most recent buy, and makes me feel weirdly like a little page boy or Shakespeare, but I’m ok with that.