It’s Monday. And in lieu of a themed “obsessions” post I thought (actually I had to because. obsessed. must embrace the style. I. love. if soft grunge was a person with a stalker. Well…) it might be fun to continue my “what the actual fek is my style” diaries.
A pinterest party induced the realisation that I had most of the essentials needed for one to soft grunge; denim back pack, velvet cape, maroon things, crystal jewellery and a florist of flower crowns. I spent some time this weekend adding a few grungier items to my already tulled up soft cupboard (no, unfortunately my wardrobe isn’t made of jelly if that’s what you might be imagining right now – instead I just have a shit tonne of girly stuff and it’s time for miss priss to piss off – politely).
Anyhow, enough about my furniture. And more about a few soft grunge essentials.
DR MARTENS though. Sigh. So they may have cost a small fortune but by jove they’re some good quality fancy footwear. If I’m still posting about this pair in ten years time don’t say I didn’t warn you.
STUDS. No my finger didn’t get stuck on the caps lock button. Yes, I am shouting at you (with excitement) in capital letters.
VAMP bargain find of the millennium. Yes. The perfect shade of vamp cost a grand total of ten smackaroos at an Edgars sale. Chuffed.
OH MY I can’t say I’ve ever bought myself a bunch of flowers but these were too stunning, and too empowering to pass up, at the Oranjezicht City Farm.
BEATS AND BIRDS are essential to a soft-grungers well-being. So. A typo owl for jewel safe keeping and a digs mate’s Arctic Monkeys vinyl for funs.
Namasté darlings. May your Monday be marvellous. x