No typical outfit you’d expect to be wearing on a casual Saturday Notting Hill stroll only a few weeks ago.

A chunky piece of knit was enough to keep me warm and I really fell for some real vintage-y things that day.

The pieces I can recall to be second-hand (let’s face it; that just IS the real-life term for the fancy “vintage” labelling) in my wardrobe are either fur pieces I bought when I was about 16, sunglasses I fancied during random market strolls or things I literally use second-hand from people I know & love. Like pieces my mum (dad or grandmothers) used to wear.

And how could I have resisted to take a real vintage piece of my mum’s wardrobe back to London after she told me that she’s definitely over wearing those little shoulder bags I adore so absurdly at the moment?

This candidate here is by far not one of the most looked after ones, it has obviously seen lots of places and still, it survived a fair amount of time. If this isn’t one of the more special things, then I don’t know what is…

…besides from the pullover, which my grandmother handed over to me in summer with the words “I’m so not wearing this again! Take it or I’ll toss it away”. Jackpot. It’s great to be a single child, a first-born and someone who really treasures these pieces. ;)

Have a nice Sunday.

Trousers: Pamela Henson, Bag: Louis Vuitton, Sunnies: Ray Ban, Flats: Prego