Tangelo trousers

Tangelo trousers

You'll be surprised, nay, shocked, to learn that this blog is not in fact what I do all day.  Girl's gotta buy shoes/pay bills, so girl's gotta work, and in a Serious Industry, I might add. 

However, in what I will choose to describe as an act of defiance against the patriarchy and its dumb ideas about grey suits and pearls, from time to time I like to dress like a captain of industry on a cruise.  Exhibit A: this tangelo trouser/floral jacket combo, which clearly states "I'm here to work but also to drink cocktails with fruit in them".

 Waiting in vain for a cocktail half as colourful as my outfit

Waiting in vain for a cocktail half as colourful as my outfit

I cannot tell a lie - I impulse purchased the heck out of these pants and (separately) the jacket. I did plan to wear the trousers with these shoes, but it was pure fate and a total coincidence involving a pile of clothes that needed to be put away that led me to the realisation that this jacket and these pants were Meant. To. Be.  

Although it's fairly tricky to see in these photos, the top and jacket are both textured.  The dark blue of the top is softer than the black I originally threw on, and the reasonable similarity in the length of the top and the jacket created a tidy silhouette, important since the overall look is pretty distracting.  There didn't need to be additional lines. 

The jacket was acquired on my recent jaunt to Palmerston North, where I discovered a small but perfectly formed Recycle Boutique.  It was tidy, clean, well organised and had a great range of items (the ladies of PN must know how to dress) (I don't know because I was there on a Sunday, so most of the shops were shut and almost everyone was at home).  This little number from Zara set me back less than $30, which I couldn't believe.  Everyone in Palmerston North - frequent that Recycle Boutique.  I will be back. 

Another day, another pair of D'Orsay heels.  These are from the cheaper family of shoes, and I hesitated to buy them.  They definitely don't feel as good as my Ted Baker or Carvela pairs, but they were such a useful colour that I decided to chance it.  My foot doesn't feel as "safe" in these - I wouldn't want to run in them (or run.  I wouldn't want to run) - but since I spend most of the day sitting on my backside looking at screens, they're all good as part of my work wardrobe. 

 Lucy told me to pose on the grass, in high heels. 

Lucy told me to pose on the grass, in high heels. 

Dang I felt great in this outfit, which is the goal of every outfit I wear.  I wondered if the high waistband and zip situation would make these pants too uncomfortable for sitting in all day, but in fact they were more than comfortable.  I am legitimately short, having not grown since I was 14 years old, so the ankle length is not what C/meo Collective had in mind when they designed these, but actually they work pretty well.  Who cares if I look shorter?  I am like my spirit animal - the tiny dog that thinks it is bigger than that German Shepherd it is barking enthusiastically at. 

This outfit is my new definition of relationship goals - two seemingly different items that work so well together that it's like they were made for each other, without losing any of what makes them special.  

 Later that day, I got stuck. 

Later that day, I got stuck. 

Pants: C/meo Collective at Fashion Bunker, on sale here; Top: Country Road from last year, but a similar shell top (albeit in grey) here; Jacket: Zara at PN Recycle Boutique, enjoy these many options here; Shoes: True Decadence a million years ago on Asos, try these; Sunglasses: Quay Australia, similar here

Huge shout out and thanks to Lucy Revill of The Residents for taking a sunshine break to take photos of me.