Yep, another Ann Sofie Back sweater. I bloody love 'em. See my earlier thoughts on knitwear detailling – the patterns of ribs and cables in this sweater are just beautiful. I also love the incongruous nature of a chunky, roll neck, snuggly sweater, that appears to be only half there. As Chris's pointed out: "Lizzy, your jumper… it ended". But these trousers are so high-waisted, woolly and warm, that they insulate the parts of me where the jumper isn't. So I get to embrace the one day of spring that we are likely to have with my edgy knitwear choice, and still stay warm. Bonus fashion points for me. Sunday was such a warm, beautiful day that I even felt brave enough to take my beloved Antipodium "Brides of Christ" cape from AW2010 out for a spin. And indulge in a bit of winsome posing beside an equally colouriffic letter box.
I've been wearing these deliciously oversized trousers, my first ever purchase from Acne, almost non-stop since they arrived. Those Scandinavian designers know a thing or two about keeping a gal warm when unexpected snowfall occurs. Also despite trailing on the ground I swear this fabric actually repels pavement grime. When they first arrived I did have to take in the waistband by a couple of inches. I only decided to attempt this because I bought this pair at a fraction of their original price; trust me, I would not have gambled with my sewing skills otherwise! But after much pinning, re-pinning, and stabbing myself in the bum with said pins, I felt brave enough to dive in with the sewing machine. I'm so chuffed with the outcome: the fit is enormously improved and I don't think it's obvious that they've been altered at all. I am now tempted to try the same approach on all my other pairs of trousers that have never fitted properly. Which would be most of them. Ohmigod, owning trousers that actually fit??? A true state of Nirvana if ever there was one.
I am not at London Fashion Week this week, although I am enjoying living vicariously through the social media explosion that surrounds London's whirligig fashion circus. I hope that everyone pounding the cobbles at Somerset House is having a wonderful time! As for me, I'm going to put my feet up, read a magazine and eat a mini Lindt bunny. Because I foolishly gave up shopping for Lent (again), and not chocolate. Chocolate bunnies beware, I'm coming for you.