|Cowl: Vero Moda, Sweater: Swapped, Skirt: Meadow Rue, Boots: Meander Moto Boots.|
London was so cold today that I almost died*. I could practically feel the oxblood freezing in my veins (uh, what?). I guess what I'm trying to say is, it's so cold that I can't decide whether or not the colour of my new skirt qualifies as oxblood. Does it?
On a happier note, my Norwegian powers are back in full swing. And by that, I mean my ability to communicate with animals like a Disney princess. Today, there was a little squirrel who wanted to climb all over me while walked up to my usual photo spot, no doubt expecting me to go "Aww!" and feed him, only all I had in my pocket were my house keys and my lens cap. But how was I supposed to know whether he had rabies or not? So I was more or less chased around by this tiny hyperactive squirrel! That last picture is me trying to telepathically communicate that I would like Mr. Squirrel to stay the h-word away from me, please.
*I exaggerate, of course.