What I Wore: Forest Green & Awkward PosesWednesday, April 03, 2013
Birthdays always makes me feel old. They are a little reminder that time is slipping away from us faster than we think, that the people we love are aging faster than we wish they would and that the world doesn't slow down for anyone. Today my younger brother turns 23 and I find it absolutely crazy. I was only 2 when he was born, hardly old enough to know what was going on but I vaguely remember wondering where my mum was, the fact my great aunt hadn't brushed my hair in the 3 days she was looking after me. I remember my Dad coming to pick me up and introduce to me the little bugger who would wiggle his way into my heart further than any one else in this world.
I'm actually meant to be visiting him at the moment, but in typical student style he is still curled up in bed so instead I'm sitting at his kitchen table catching up on this post, waiting for to drag himself out of bed so I can embarass him with cuddles and pinching his cheeks. Fingers crossed he will manage to get up before his friends arrive - he is not getting out of my fussing even if I have to do it in front of all his friends Does that make me a bad sister?
I actually only bought this dress a few days ago. It's from one of my favourite local charity shops and I was so excited by it I insisted on going and doing photos as soon as I put it on. It doesn't have any labels, so I have no idea where it is from, but the material is lovely and I'm excited about finding a nice event to wear it out to. I went as simple as it gets styling it this time, black cardigan, black tights and one of my favourite pairs of brogues (if only I could figure out where the laces are).
It's not a particularly Spring-y dress, but then we haven't had much Spring weather around here yet. I think you can actually see my thermal vest peaking out of my neckline, and I've still got my thermal tights on. I think I'm going to risk going out without my extra layers of protection this week, although knowing my luck it'll start snowing again. It's funny how, as bloggers, we seem to get overly excited about the changing seasons, it's just a pity Winter in Scotland seems to last twice as long as Summer. I can't wait to pull out my floral dresses and retire my big thick coats until Autumn.