When the sun came out at the Isle of Wight, so did the shorts. I can’t deny it- I’ve never been so scared about an item of clothing in my life. Give me banana print, give me gaudy palms and outrageous collars- but put cropped denim in front of me and I’ll run a mile. Saying that- if you can’t flash a bit of leg when there’s fellas walking around in muscle-printed morph suits- then when can you? Teamed with some longer lengths in the shape of this absolutely beautiful kimono from my new loves Arnhem, a silly sized hat and Hunter Boots to detract from the leg party- I think it all worked out ok.
Funnily enough, this festival attempt at a ‘cool get up’ also attracted the ‘you look like someone from Made in Chelsea’ comment- whether that means ‘try hard festival goer who so obviously hasn’t been camping’ or ‘snobby chick who would rather be in Vebier’ (in a hot tub, obvz) I don’t know- answers on a postcard please (to SW3, of course)…
South West inspired outfits aside, the second day of our festival experience came in the shape of Jamie Oliver burgers (there really are no words), falling back in love with the voice of Orlando Weeks (not that I ever fell out of love with it) and discovering a terrible fear of heights- whilst on the top of a spinning ferris wheel. Rounded off by a marathon sing along to The Killers with Lyzi and her wonderful pals- it was the perfect way to round off the second day of our Isle of Wight experience.