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Fuchsia Flow

One of the great things about my new location is that I have so many high street shops on my doorstep. While I was strolling home one evening I headed into New Look (as you do), and there was an array of maxi skirts; my eyes immediately fell on this fuchsia pink maxi – with pockets! I of course had to buy it and couldn't wait for the sun to come out so I could wear it.
Maxi Skirt: New Look NOTE: For reference, I'm 5'1"
Crochet Top: Dani's sale
Cardigan: South (via Very)
Sunglasses: Spitalfields Market
I wanted the skirt to be the focus but also wanted a cool contrast on top, so I wore a simple vest but paired it with the most wonderful crochet top I bought from the lovely Dani during one of her blog sales. I love how the crochet pattern looks against the fuchsia pink and this will definitely be a staple outfit for the remaining summer.
Having said that, I'm literally counting down the days until my absolute favourite time of year, Autumn. Hurry up September 22nd!

'til next time.

Love and hugs,


  1. Oh wow, you look absolutely amazing in this outfit! The vest idea was inspired! I always this bright pink looks tacky on me because of my blonde hair but you flipping rock it and look like a proper classy bird ;-) Love it!! xx

    1. Awww, thank you my lovely! I was nervous with this skirt as it's not exactly subtle, but I got soooo many compliments and I felt great in it all day. Oh, and nothing would ever look tacky on you - you're blooming gorgeous in everything! xxx


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