My Mum and I don't have the same style but we do share some similarities when it comes to clothes. This is pretty handy and nicely illustrated by this jumper dress that she was planning on wearing as a tunic, after a couple of days she decided it was a bit too busy for her, which means I got yet more Whistles goodies in my wardrobe. I'd even tried this on in the changing rooms one day and decided I couldn't spend any more money that weekend... and lo and behold a month or so later and it's mine. It's like fate, if fate was based solely on superficial stuff like clothes.
It is cold in London. Not normal cold but the kind of cold that is reminiscent of New York's bone crunching temperatures. I'm not happy about it. This weekend has been effectively cancelled in my mind and I've been tidying / clearing / organising my clothes instead. I keep finding things I have totally forgotten about, which is good for me but really just a result of my being very, very bad.
Blazer - Topshop
T shirt - Eleven Paris
Trousers - Zara
Shoes - Vintage Thierry Mugler from thrift store in LA