I am currently dying from what I can only call the mega cold. A cold so vicious, so terrible, that even the idea of eating a chocolate bar is not on my mind… well, not as often, anyway.
So, in replacement of the usual blog post this week I thought we’d have a little bit of a story time. It all began a few days ago, when Tom and I realised we had filled up all four of our external hard drives recently, and so have been going through them to see what we could get rid of. In doing so, I found some photos. Photos that had been long forgotten, from a different time.
Back in early 2017 Tom and I went on a mini adventure to the isle of Anglesey, and I took full advantage of Tom having a camera and demanded outfit photos for almost every outfit I wore that long weekend.. only to never get around to posting them because, well, at the time the blog was the last thing on my mind.
There were many outfits over the few days, ranging from practical and cosy, to the complete opposite. This outfit was leaning more towards cosy, keep-warm vibes of the long weekend, yet somehow are both of our favourite photos from the holiday. The shots were taken on a little shore on the north-east of Anglesey, overlooking one of it’s primary landmarks – the The Pilot House lighthouse.
We had been staying in a hotel on the south-west of the isle, and had decided to drive up to lighthouse with the idea of picking up some gluten-free chips up on the way to then watch the sunset together. As per the norm with us two, time got the better of us and we decided to forgo the chips on the shore, racing to get there in time to see the sun hit the water.
As luck had it, we missed the sun. It was pretty darn cloudy too, just the odd stray pink and orange hitting the sky, but nothing as glorious as we were anticipating. It was seriously cold too – BUT, darn did we make the most of it, as a full-on shoot ensued.
So here I am, breaking all known blogger law, bringing out some of the photos I love and, surprisingly, haven’t yet shown to the world. From a freezing spring last year, to the middle of 2018’s winter, not much has changed really. Oh, apart from my hair colour, maybe.
Our Anglesey trip was still very early on in the realms of the TomHan dating fiasco, and much thought was put into every element of the outfit, as early-dating-han wanted everything to have meaning. My jeans, from Primark, very comfortable. My top, a fishnet sleeve bodysuit, also from Primark and practical, yet stylish. The bodysuit was the item that really made the outfit, what I would describe as, ‘an outfit’.
My scarf, from Urban Outfitters, a favourite still to this day – a warm neck is a warm human. My shoes, cheap boots from Primark because… well, mud. And finally, my coat. Given to me by Tom on a previous date, my most treasured item. It was the coat he wore when we first met each other, and also the coat he wore on our very first date. It’s fair to say it may have had a bit of sentimental value.
We both had a really great time that long weekend in Wales. Everything was magical. Just the raw excitement of exploring this not-so-tiny island together, whilst learning who each other were, is a memory I hope stays with me forever. If you want to, you can read all about it, yep. I plugged it twice in this post. That’s just how good it was, yo.