I'm probably the last person in the world to be giving advice on layering, I'm just so rubbish at it. I look at some of my friends and pretty much all Parisian women and admire how well they achieve that classy, effortlessly easy, casual layered look. I admire that I really do, and if you can do it well done you too! I don't know why I can't get it right, maybe it's my lack of height or my matronly boobs, who knows.
What I do know is, If like me you struggle with layering, then I have some entry level advice, because even simply adding a vest top under a top can achieve so much when you're trying to smooth the outline of your bag and contents.
Please always remember when I talk about, smoothing the lines of my bag, concealing it or hiding it, it never comes from a place of shame or embarrassment, I like my bag, I'm happy with it, I don't even give it a second thought once I'm washed a dressed. I just simply don't want it on display. I am a happy little ostomite. That probably sounds strange but it's true, all I have to do is think of everything I've achieved to know that if cancer couldn't hold me back, I'm damn sure a bag of poo strapped to my belly can't bring me down. My cancer was undiagnosed and misdiagnosed for at least 5-7 years. When I look back at all I managed to do through those years - symptomatic and in sheer excruciating agony (being told I had 'IBS') I know a bag of poop ruining the line of my dress is nothing to fret about. Which is how I arrived at being the totally comfortable and totally confident woman I am today, well that and age. ;)
We had such a lovely weekend, Saturday was spent shopping in London. I have a bit of a shoe obsession but thankfully I have a very supportive husband who feeds my shoe desires and addiction. So we spent the day getting summer ready...feet wise, my summer body is a long way off yet but I've made a start.
Having recently checked on the NHS weight checker I was horrified to find out I'm now officially overweight. I have often ended up in the high end or normal but I've crossed the line and now fully over-bloody-weight! Which is why I was stood outside Selfridges eating my Slimming World packed lunch, rather than joining hubs and son for huge, delicious smelling pizza.
Having been a good little Syn saver all week I allowed myself Sunday off, well only lunch time. We recently discovered a lovely restaurant in Braintree that does the most magnificent roast. And now a group of us meet for a big blow out roast once a month, this weekend there was 11 of us, it's like a cross between The Waltons and The Hunger Games really, we all love and care about each other but when it comes to food it's every man or woman for themselves! that said, Roast club is a very pleasant way to spend a Sunday afternoon.
I bought a couple of new tops on the Saturday in london, I thought the white would be perfect for Roast club....am I out of my mind? A white top to eat in? With all the gravy, mashed veg and other spillable food stuffs...I said I was a happy ostomite not a sensible one. That said I manage the whole meal including jam roly poly and custard without spilling a drop.
The white top itself is see through but with the addition of a white vest it made for a very cosy and concealing outfit. You can hide a multitude of sins and syns under layers, I just wish I could perfect the look more!
The key to a happy and confident lunch out is preparation (I add extra adhesive strips to try and minimise pancaking), during the meal I will adjust my bag to make sure it's flowing freely and where possible I go to a restaurant that I feel happy to use their toilets should the need arise.
Top from Next, Vest from Marks and Spencer, Eden Jeggings from Dorothy Perkins, Boots from LK Bennett.
I love Sunday Roast Club!
'Enjoying' my SW packed lunch in the beautiful surrounds of Selfridges scaffolding hahahahah
Coat from Belstaff, Jumper from Tory Burch, Jeggings from Next, Boots from Tory Burch.