My self-imposed exile from cutting-edge high street fashion couldn't have come at a worse time. Warehouse is bringing out some lovely khaki stuff, including some slim-fit combat trousers that I'm itching to try on, and Kurt Geiger, as usual, has come up with the goods.
Oh cruel world. They are Rick Owens/Wangtastic.
Not sure if I really like these, but they are the nicest pair of clogs I've found that are black, without a stupid heel and will be possible to keep on.
I couldn't resist these, even though they are pastel and a big Chung-y. But they are insanely comfortable after a season of stupid heels.
April feels so far away...