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A jeans dress is not just for summer


My lovely friend Shel and I headed to London Zoo for some animal fun times. I haven’t been to the zoo in years, so I was so happy when Shel suggested we go before the changing seasons made it too cold to go. Sunday is the best weekend day to go because it’s so much less busy than usual, so you have time to hang around for longer and really admire the gorgeous colourful animals. My favourite part was visiting the cute penguins during their feeding time. The below picture were my other highlights :)

I had the best time and this was what I wore. I’ve never been one to exclusively wear an item of clothing depending on the time of year. I think most items can be worn throughout the year and this is a perfect example. I love this jeans dress and it had a fair few outings during the summer months. With it still being lovely and sunny at the moment, but with a slight chill in the air, throwing on this chunky cardigan and bowler hat made this the perfect autumn outfit.

Dress: Dani’s blog sale
Cardigan: Asos
Bowler Hat: H & M
Shoes and Belt: Primark
Bag and Snood: Dorothy Perkins
Tights: Boots



But let's face it, it's most fun acting like a goon: 


I hope you're all well and enjoying the last day of the weekend - 'til next time!


Love and hugs,
Isha 
xxx

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