I have such a strange relationship with H&M. I feel so conflicted about it.

On the one hand, it is the magical shop of dreams, where you can always find something and it will only be £29.99. And often the design of things is, truly, fucking great.

But then: fast fashion :( and sometimes the quality of it :( and – do I really need it? Are clothes going to change my life, or the fact I am peri-peri-menopausal? Why can’t I just be happy with the same navy sweater and blue jeans and realise it’s what’s on the INSIDE that counts?!

But then, oh THEN, best beloved, I have a little browse because I am between jobs and there’s nothing that pressing on right now. And it calls to me… it all… calls to me – I look at it and I go “Uhhhggnnnn”, like I’ve just seen a reuben sandwich when I wasn’t prepared for it.

I see the perfect pie-crust blouse, the dream of an army-green twill trouser. And, and, and… I crack. Send help. (Not crack.) (Okay send crack.)

 

Massively excited by these twill trousers:

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And this frill-collar blouse:

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Crepe is my favourite fabric:

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These sunglasses are so Celine:

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Hi Tops ftw:

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And maybe this yellow dress is amazing? Or maybe I have just lost it:

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My friend Dolly Alderton has just told me that she tried this yellow dress on last week and that it is “gorgeous and flattering” and that it would work best in SS with tan sandals. So if you like it get it now because if it is gorgeous and flattering it is going to sell out in 2 days.