The Shirt Off His Back:

Today’s ensemble is just a little bit devious. You see, recently my Boyfriend went on a trip for work, one of the stops of which was London. Of course, his luggage went missing, and he needed to buy new clothes for a conference he was attending. I had asked him to stop by the T.M. Lewin store in London to pick me up a set of Collar Stays, so naturally, he decided to kill two birds with one stone and grab some work Shirts and Ties there. The shirt I am wearing today is one of those.

Show Your Bones:

In my charge back to dressing corporately while at work, I completely managed to forget that while I love a good Necktie - there are other things that go just as nicely with a decent Business Shirt. Case in point - the strand of carved Ox-bone Skull Beads which I paired with a fairly conservative blue Oxford cloth Shirt today.

The Tyranny of a Shirt:

I’ve been strictly opposed to both the colour orange and Polo Shirts for quite a while now, so today’s ensemble is something of a shock for me. I’m slowly letting go of my colour hang ups and embracing everything orange – as it is my favourite colour, and I’m now aware that it doesn’t actually make me look as washed out as I previously believed. However, Polo Shirts are a whole other kettle of fish. My problem with the humble Polo Shirt stems from having worked retail for a cumulative total of roughly 9 years. As a result I still associate Polo Shirts (and black Slacks, for that matter), with work uniforms.

Uniformed:

AliciaHannahNaomi Love:

Today's post is a dedication to the amazing craftsmanship of Melbourne Jeweller Alicia Hannah Naomi, whom most of you probably know as the leather-clad creatrix behind SeaofGhosts.  I am a huge fan of Alicia's work, and so when I saw her post about the Pan ring prototype she had created, I contacted her immediately to find out whether I was able to commission one for myself. It arrived this afternoon.

Repetition Repetition:

Part of planning my ensembles up to two weeks in advance is realising that there are, realistically, a finite number of different combinations of clothing I can plan, before I either have to do something REALLY drastic, like cut the crotch out of some jeans and wear them as a Sweater; or to wear a repeat-ensemble. This actually happened sooner than I had thought, on account of my being lazy actually, and looking back through my previously planned ensembles for inspiration for new ensembles.

Middle-aged McDonald:

Let’s not pussy-foot around the issue here people, today’s ensemble was a mistake. I had intended this week to be an All-Star week of my little book of planned ensembles, as I have been rigorously planning what I wear weeks in advance in a new book for ten-whole weeks as of Sunday. However, yesterday evening passed me by in a haze of honey chicken, True Blood and FanFiction, and I awoke this morning in a rush, and all my careful planning went out the window.