Being an inhabitant of central-ish London, greenery can seem a somewhat foreign concept. It's so nice to get away from the concrete sometimes, as much as the city dweller in me hates to admit. I often forget that there are green spaces in London. It's actually really nice first thing in the morning to visit a local park or nature reserve, whether it be for a brisk jog (not likely) or for Sunday brunch (that's more like it).
I also need to talk about my brand new Topshop Mom Jeans. Those who have been reading for a long time will know (or will have come to realise through sheer obviousness) that I hate jeans. Or, most jeans. I've got quite a bottom-heavy figure which I don't love, but I've kind of learned to work with. I know that body-con or skater silhouettes which hit about mid-thigh tend to work the best, as do skirts and dresses which highlight my waist. Jeans, however, have never really incorporated themselves into that library. Mom jeans, in particular, I've considered a bit of a no-no, ever since they remerged as a 'thing' last year or so. But after seeing them on so many people I thought I owed it to myself to at least try some on. I decided to buy them on two grounds: 1) They're actually surprisingly flattering (thanks, Topshop high-waisted section) and 2) I've kind of decided to give up caring how wide my hips look.