There's been snow warnings all week, we haven't had a single flake but it's been bitterly cold, so aside from family birthdays and visits, I've pretty much been hibernating. Today is the first day in a while that it hasn't been painfully cold to be anywhere other than under a duvet, so I picked through my wardrobe piece by piece to get passed the small pile of fall-back pieces that I tend to depend on heavily. The low slung auburn light in the sky drew me to this top, which is possibly the most perfect top ever. I love the slouchy cut, the weight of the knit and the beautiful colour that manages to sit against my skin without making me look like Casper the friendly ghost.

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The Black Milk bones swimsuit and I have had quite a long history. I wanted it immediately, obviously, but I already had the bones leggings - so I left it alone. Since then, every time I've made an order, the swimsuit has always been top of my wish list, but due to limited funds, I always reasoned myself out of buying it when coming to that crushing prioritising phase of the checkout. You know, where you have to realistically break down what you want from what you can afford. This time I ordered it: my general rule is that if you can't stop thinking about something, then that something is for you.

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Following yesterday's declaration of undying love for Black Milk, along with a recent delivery, expect to see Black Milk goodness popping up a lot for the foreseeable future. I have this incessant need to wear new things immediately, so I'll be working my way though my latest binge. It's just a small warning, but I won't go on about it I swear. So, anyway - service announcement over - this morning I woke up feeling kind of like I've been run over a couple of times. I'm not sure why, but I was planning on spending the majority of the day shrivelled up beneath my duvet. But then I noticed the sun, and the fact that I couldn't see my own breath in my flat (slight exaggeration) and decided that it was best to make the most of the rare glimmers of sunshine and lift in temperature. It is January after all.

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Okay, confession. I may or may not have become slightly obsessed with finding colourful graffiti with a very obvious affinity for amusing animals after finding the Packin' Penguin the other day. Can you tell? Ha. We spotted the cycling Gorilla on the same day, but kept his location as a mental note to come back to another day. With a fitting outfit. And what could be as equally amazing as a spray painting Gorilla riding a pink bike than the Black Milk Beetlejuice skirt? Nothing. That's the answer to that.

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It may be fairly obvious after only a few minutes spent flicking through the 'inspiration' section that one of my biggest style icons, along with Alice Dellal, is Taylor Momsen. Post Gossip Girl. I especially love how she uses old band T-Shirts as dresses with suspenders and killer boots: it was the only image that filled my mind as I started today's outfit with the Henry Holland bone tights and the rocker boots that I'm completely infatuated with currently. Okay, so I don't have Taylor Momsen's legs, but I do have an Orphans Arms Tee that I've been waiting to pull out.

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I've been depending heavily on all black outfits lately, and although that's pretty much standard procedure for me - I was beginning to become frustrated with the dull sky, the cutting cold weather and the general lack of colour in life mid-January. I need sunshine and warmth for my sanity, apparently. So, to perk myself up a little, I decided to throw a sartorial pink punch into the mix, with the aid of the fruits of a recent ASOS binge.

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I can't often wear watches. The metal on the back of the face does something particularly unfriendly to my sensitive skin. But I get by without one, it's not really a big issue. It seems strange to me that to someone of my Grandad's generation, a watch is vitally important. He owns about fifty of the things, he's usually tinkering with them, changing the battery or something, and never leaves the house without one. I usually check the time on my phone.

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With the idea of disproportionately chunky black boots still meandering stubbornly about my head, my eyes have been drifting southward of people's ankles whenever I've been out, just to get some inspiration. So when I saw my beautiful friend Jen wearing her Sella rocker boots, my seemingly eternal question was answered. The enormous but flat sole, the three inches of height and the perfectly rounded toe, the boots just kept on ticking their way down my checklist. I decided there and then that I needed them.

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After managing to lose a dress in my own wardrobe - I've spent three days pulling out everything I own from every drawer, nook and cranny, and I still can't find it - my maddening hunt at least allowed me to rediscover my love of some of my more statement dresses. My AllSaints flag dress, that I obsessed over for months in the summer, was a particularly happy reunion ... until I put it on and realised it now swamped me. My favourite dress, too big. This never happens when I want to squeeze myself into skinny jeans.

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This American Apparel dress fits so perfectly that while I was messing around with the styling this morning, I decided that trying to overcomplicate and potentially overshadow it, would be a crime. Sometimes - you just have to strip it all back to basics. The Little Black Dress: the most classic of classics.

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