Yay for the new balcony and a different kind of concrete mass going on behind me in my new hovel... gotta love industrial living.  Now that I'm free from bleeding/sweating/crying (the verbs involved when embarking on moving to a new place...) I'm no longer shackled to scraggy t-shirts and old bits of jersey.  I can once again embrace my clothes with all the attention they deserve.  So now that I can physically SEE my clothes better, it's high time to unearth some oldies... such as this Cacharel outfit (top and skirt) which I got about six years ago and used to wear quite obsessively thinking I looked cute, girly and approachable in my first-time uni days when it was all about first impressions (don't ask me why I wanted so much to be that exact combination of adjectives at that point in life...).  Anyhow, I'm not sure what Eley Kishimoto, who took over the Cacharel reins last season have got in store for their first Cacharel show during Paris Fashion Week in October but I'm thinking it's far and away from my ancient ensemble here which for some might be a good thing.  Either way, I'm easy to please... 

(The tights are those V&R for H&M heart print ones which I never ever wore and they actually sat in their packet unopened and some Bertie tweed flats that again I used to wear quite excessively...)