Olympia Le-Tan Book Clutch

I'm definitely not the only one enamoured with the creations of Olympia Le-Tan and I'm probably not the only one who would still never ever spend over a thousand pounds on what's pretty much just a book without any pages in it. Still, I'm kind of tempted by the idea of bringing a bit of literary chic to the discotheque (that's what they call it these days, isn't it?). 

I never really buy little clutch bags as I don't really go out that much now that I'm not in first-year anymore and also, they're just really impractical, yeah? Too small to cram even my keys in (probably my fault for putting on a varied selection of keyrings, including but not limited to: a LEGO Ron Weasley, a Spitfire, a Battlestar Galactica fighter jet and a yellow Barbapapa) and so I end up either

1) Stuffing my coat pockets full of stuff

or

2) Getting my boyfriend to carry everything

or

3) Staying in and watching Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Option number three wins in 95% of cases, I must confess.

Anyway, I am now torn between the urge to get crafty and make my own book clutch (can't be that hard?) and the horror of buying a book and then tearing out all the pages.

In other news, I am home in Sweden, doing nothing but eating the vastly-superior-to-British sweets that are on offer in the shops (salty liquorice and faux-fancy elephant-shaped chocolates) and playing with my new Nexus 7 tablet. Oh, and I should be doing enormous amounts of dissertation work but let's ignore that, shall we. 

Complacency

Do you know that feeling of acquiring a piece of clothing that makes you a bit reluctant to wear anything else ever? I recently purchased this sweatshirt from TK Maxx men's section for 8 pounds (down from 50, they boldly claim) and I've kind of lost interest in wearing any other clothes now. It's grey, so goes with everything, but a bit faux-worn, so still interesting and most of all, it's COSY.

 I love clothes, I love dressing up and dressing down and wearing weird high-waisted tartan wool trousers with a deep blue suede coat with white faux fur trimming to school, but sometimes it's so exhausting, you know? I really like the 1930's schoolboy aesthetic but wooly sweaters are itchy as fuck. I love wearing tights and skirts and dresses but Edinburgh is so COLD right now and even if I taped two fleece blankets to my legs and called it tights, I'd still be shivering whenever I leave the flat which would severely impair my ability to dodge the American tourists on the Royal Mile. 

So I've resorted to wearing this sweater and a pair of H&M jeans at all times. I should probably wash it soon, but what would I wear while it's in the wash? I don't know! This may be the garment that made me lose all interest in fashion, but for the sake of this blog (and the sense of smell of those around me) I hope it passes soon.

Do you have any clothes that are so cosy and comfortable that you just, kind of, stop caring?