Blue jeans | Ofaneverydaygirl outfit

Mango cable knit jumper. Similar here

Zara jeans. Similar here

Zara jewelled ankle ballet flats. Similar here.

Unbranded bag

Forever 21 necklaces

I am very proud of myself! The reason being is that I am not wearing any form of black. Especially black jeans because that is all I seem to wear. The sun was shining and the sky was blue the other day, a true shock to us in the UK as we have been amidst a storm; withering in the cold.

However, it is the day after and it has gone back to raining. However, this outfit somewhat shouts summer. The light blue colour of the jeans  just makes me wish I was by the sea, wearing a big floppy hat,  reading a book. Especially my amazing ballet flat which remind me of India. How much I wish I could go to India! One day. 

p.s Many may think that my bag is a Mulberry alexa- I wish it was! However, its just a random bag of my little sisters which I stole as it looks so much like an alexa. I am longing for a satchel, especially a Proenza Schouler. (Look out for my designer lust wishlist coming soon.) 

Envy | Ofaneverydaygirl

Jayne Mansfield and Sophia Loren.

The word envy comes from the greek word Invidia, which is a sense of a 'looking upon' associated with the evil eye. Today, as in Valentine's day which is going to end in precisely 7 minutes GMT time plays closely to this emotion and obviously a polar- opposite one, which is called Love; if you didn't already know that.

This abstract or piece was written on my way home from university on the tube. Today the tube felt different. Everyone was fancy, more couples, the ladies had more make-up on and not to forget there was a lot of kissing. That did cause me to roll my eyes (forgive me please).

At that moment in time, I wrote of the idea of the already overpopulation of the Capital; that being London if you didn't already know. However, today the idea of overpopulation elevated when everyone was kissing, touching and  looking deeply in their/ with their others. (Am I turning into some what of a Katie Hopkins? Oh dear lord, no!)

Now naturally like the other ladies on the train that looked single; I certainly did because I had a book in hand with smudged make-up. The feeling of envy became a natural feeling to possess. However, there may be also a a sense of pity, hate, shame, or even love. The feelings are endless.

However, at this moment on the train when standing the word 'envy' sprang vividly in mind with a context outside of what we would normally assume. Normally, or even personally; especially with girls even, envy is related to the idea of possession. Material possession to be precise. But now its emotions. This greatly relates to the infamous statement of 'Money does not buy happiness' something that is stuck to me like glue. Therefore, such a feeling becomes deeper and stronger because you cannot really buy it, and therefore it becomes even more special. So, one could even argue that, that envy is in a form of lust or want. Not the individual itself but rather that feeling.

Well, this deep emotive depiction could possibly leave you on two grounds. One, if you do have a significant other, and a Valentines, then well you must be happy and proud of such a 'possession'. Whilst, the other half must be playing with out friend Invidia, i.e. envy.

Its now 00.18. It is no longer Valentine's day GMT time. Sorry for the late post, but I wanted to say it.
p.s. I hope it made some form of sense. This whole lovey- dovey event has hit me a bit hard.

The non-standard flats | Ofaneverydaygirl

Finally- I have some actual Chanel in my life. My monotony of words expressing my love for Chanel finally led to despair last week, therefore leading me to just GO and get something beautiful. I wanted to get something special but didn't really want to splash out heavily on a bag, just yet. So, I went for shoes.

I went for a 'shop' in Harrods, Did you know they sell porches? (At that moment in time I tweeted that Harrods sell porches instead, in the aim of expressing my hatred for the rich) - Next time I should learn to spell before I do. Anyway, back to business. I first trotted into Christian Louboutin. Regardless of falling majorly in love with the nude Pigalle's they would be an utter waste, because lets be serious- where will I be wearing those bad boys.

These particular shoes were love at first sight. Unfortunately, the Chanel at Harrods did not have them, so I 'ran' to Selfridges (via train, that is.) I literally spent a good hour trying on 3/4 pairs of the same shoes, in different sizes again, and again. Initially, a gentlemen was helping me, who to be honest wasn't the greatest of help because I was so close to buying a size that was really quite small. Hence, the reason of me being unsure and trying on so many pairs. After the whole drama, the most wonderful lady came over and helped me and thoroughly checked if the shoes actually fitted well. She pointed out the ones that I was going to buy (thanks to the gentlemen's help) was TOO small. Thanks to her help, I finally went for 38.5 which was a tad big. However, she made me try on various full leather soles which helped solve the situation, as my feet being quite slim and long meant that I didn't have the right fit for the shoe. Therefore, the 38.5 was the closet to perfect for me.

Overall, I questioned myself when I was stressing and being all over dramatic on buying just a pair of shoes. But, we can quickly answer that question. Its Chanel and goddam expensive. I would totally recommend the Chanel shoe salon, as the ladies there are amazing and the salon is so much more better than the one in Harrods.

These are limited edition, and therefore chose them over the classics. They do not have a specific name from what I know, however their ID number is: G02819Y15414. They retail for £385. I know- I questioned the price- but what can one do, they're Chanel.  Check all the flats here.

p.s. I am actually a size 39, but in this instance, it seems that in Chanel shoes they run quite big. Plus, my feet being very slim and long means that I needed a smaller size.