A year of thirty

Long time, no speak.

2013 has been a busy year for me - buying our first place, gutting and essentially rebuilding it, not to mention my day job being really, really quite demanding. Combined, it meant that something had to give and unfortunately that was the blog.

Yesterday, I turned 30. The big three-oh. Gulp. For the week leading up to it, I felt really strange. Like I needed to do something and a little idea started germinating in my head - I would bring back the blog but instead of thirty days, I will chronicle my year of thirty a day at a time starting from yesterday. My aim is to post a photo every day, whether its something I see, buy or what I'm wearing that day. Sometimes I'll write something, sometimes I won't.

I'll start with the (hungover) face of thirty:

SUNGLASSES: DAY SEVEN

DAY SEVEN: Orange diamante-studded sunglasses, Mango (2009)

I’m a little hungover today, so I needed some big, fuck-off sunglasses to illustrate the point that I am to be left alone with the papers and a can of Coke until I see fit to move from my position in the sun on the lawn. These sparkly numbers fit the bill perfectly. With their rock star ridiculousness, I feel they brought a certain something to my outfit of trackpants and tee, plus their oversized frames hid my tired eyes from the wind and sun. Job done.

Worn with: Trackpants, Topshop; printed tee, Topman; Silver slippers, Ugg.