I love wearing layers and have three or four shorter length jackets that are specifically reserved for putting on over longline tops. The jacket I have on in this picture taken on, yes, another distant sunny evening before heading out to dinner with a colleague from my previous work life, is from Hobbs.
Sometimes I think I could single handedly blame Hobbs for the fashion obsession that was slowly rekindled after I became a mum. As I wandered in dazed fashion around my local market town I remembering noticing through my sleepless night induced haze that a Hobbs had opened in the square. Hooked – right there and then. I loved both the quality of the clothes, the cut, the fit and the attentive service in the shop. Fairly quickly, treating myself to something from Hobbs became my escapism from the mummy mire that I ended up wallowing in on days spent changing nappies, wiping noses and dealing with what seemed to be every standard childhood illness one after the other.
Sunglasses – c/o Polaroid, Jacket – (old) Hobbs, Scarf – (old) Gap, White T – Isabella Oliver 365 Collection, Bag – DVF at Stanwells, Jeans – Paige Hoxton Ultra Skinny c/o Donna Ida, Sandals – c/o Clarks