How has this happened? My entire sartorial life has been based around sourcing the softest, finest natural fabrics with which to clothe my person.
So how have I ended up with a wardrobe of deeply unflattering, brightly coloured, 100% acrylic items which make a whisk, whisk, whisking sound when I walk?
And why is it that I love them?!
Behold the newest addition to my wardrobe: a fluorescent pink bomber jacket.
I promised myself I wouldn't buy any running clothes before graduating. Then came the capris, shorts and Garmin (it's waiting for my birthday to arrive, so not a cheat, honestly). And now this, which I saw and fell in love with and couldn't leave the shop without. It's still Week 8. And this is a sure sign I have Totally Lost My Mind.
Hah! Feels so good. Happy running weekend everybody.