Today I literally wore a school shirt. Yes, like those ones you swear you will never ever pull over your head again as soon as you finish your final exam paper. So, I (an adult) have decided to go buy some Toughees school shirts from Ackermans out of my own free will.
Let’s be honest. The quality isn’t great. I mean, before washing it with a decent amount of fabric softener, it’s more or less like wearing a box. But, after a decent wash and good iron, a school shirt is the best value money can buy. It gives you a crisp, white, light, structured shirt. It’s not going to last you years, but it will be the whitest shirt you own for a good couple of months, maybe even a year. And at R100 a shirt, it’s totally worth it.
I love these shirts because I get to cut and stitch them into the shape that I want. I have some specific ideas of what I want and if I can’t find it in the shops, I make them.
Like this shirt I am wearing in these photos. I love an asymmetrical cut, so I decided to cut the front hem of the shirt shorter than the back and I quite love the results. I can now wear higher fitting pants without having to tuck it in. I also sneakily embroidered my blog name on the back hem.
So, the details:
My shirt is from Ackermans, altered by me. My pants are from Forever New and are about 2 years old and my shoes are Superga. I borrowed Pierre’s Ray-Ban sunglasses on the condition that I don’t break them like I broke his other pair a few weeks back.
These photos are literally taken in our backyard. I walked about 100m to where my mom’s horses are grazing. How damn lucky am I to have this as a part of my life?
The black horse is mine, although my mom now rides him. His name is Mokador and he’s a Namibian Warmblood. I used to do showjumping and dressage with him in high school. I have been riding for as long as I can remember. I think I was about 5 when I started having lessons. From then on, I have been going through stages of being horse-crazy and stages of not-at-all. I haven’t been horse riding in a few years now. I don’t know why I can’t get myself to ride again. I should. I will.
Sometimes I’m just stupid for no good reason.
On an unrelated note: Can I share something with you guys that really resonated with me?
It’s part of a longer poem by Savannah Locke (see the full poem in the caption of her one of her Instagram posts)
“Your blueprint is not hers to follow. Your story is a fresh expression of the Divine”.
Remember that all of us are different. What works for one person, will not necessarily work for you.
You do you, boo.