Hello hello!
Thought it was time to bring back the Wardrobe Classics or Garderobsklassiker, as I've called it originally.
This time I'm going to tell you all about this wine red velvet jacket that I bought in a vintage shop in Camden, London, maybe 13 years ago.
It was when I lived in a little town called Midhurst for almost a year and cleaned rooms in a very old and cute hotel. Me and my friend Lisa lived and worked together and also went to London to shop a few times. On one of those trips I found this jacket and fell in love.
It's just the perfect shape and shade.

It immediately became a favourite and even though the lining has teared up a lot of times and I've had to fix it in my own, sort of not so pretty way, it's still one of the absolute best jackets in my wardrobe.
It might be in desperate need for a new lining though. And the pockets are simply two large holes. I think there might even be a chestnut lying around in the bottom lining somewhere.... It's part of the jacket now, it lives there.

I love how some things in my wardrobe just keeps on being perfect for my style. No matter how I change what I like some pieces just fit to everything. I think that must be the core of my taste.
This velvet jacket is SO Lotta Losten and it won't ever stop being just that.
SO Lotta Losten.

Today is a foggy and grey day here in Gothenburg.
I'm having a cold but it's getting better I think. Last week I slept almost all thursday and friday and then I already felt more like myself. That was good, because we had intense theatre rehearsals all weekend. 17 hours in two days and it went really really good! Only nine days left now! So exciting!

Have you popped over to my etsy shop again lately? More and more pieces of jewelry (some completely new pieces too!) is finding their way into the new pretty shop. Don't forget that you get 20% off your purchase with the coupon code NEWANDFANCY, all through october.

See you soon again!
Until then:
Tjingeling!
/Lotta

Hello hello!

So, I'm battling my second cold this year complete with brain emptying sneezes and a constant feeling of having cotton wool pressing up behind my eyes.
But still super sexy, I promise. Ahem.

One day last week I got the sudden urge to look through my bulging wardrobe to see if I could find the coral beret I bought on a flea market a couple of years ago. I didn't find it.
Instead I found this raspberry red beret that I've had since I was about 9 or 10 years old.
It's actually the second one I had because the first one got snatched from my head by some older boys on the school yard. I remember telling a teacher and pointing to the the boys where they were laughing and playing with my beret, like some evil Disney villains. The teacher just shrugged and kept on walking.
So I went home and cried to my parents and then got a new beret in the exact same colour a couple of days later.
When I was a kid it might have been a bit too big and now it's definitely on the smaller side, but I don't care. It looks nice and I love that it's somewhat a part of my history. What makes me who I am.
Well, I'm maybe not so scared of older boys and stupid teachers anymore, but it's a memory of my childhood and the beret is kind of a capsule for that part of me.
A time capsule in deep raspberry red.

I love finding old stuff in my wardobe that I've almost forgot I had!
Like this duffle coat. I got it from a friend of my family who found it in her wardrobe and decided I should have it instead. Such a great decision, in my opinion.
I fell in love with duffles when I saw Dead Poets Society the first time and it was kind of a dream come true when I got my own.
I still want one of those really long duffle coats too, with super large hoods on them, like in the movie. I think those had red fabric on the insides as well. So fancy!

Every autumn I think I need a new coat but then I always seem to find something forgotten in the back of my wardrobe. It's like finding a treasure! And it's very good for my wallet too...

Hi there!
So I've got a lot of new readers the last few days! Hello hello to you all!
It's been kind of crazy to see the follower number on my facebook page go from 200 to 340 in just two days. I have To sew with love to thank for that. If you pop over there you can join the big Fashionista giveaway and win a statment necklace from my Irregular Pieces collection worth $54.

I have been recovering from a nasty cold these last days and have not been far from my couch long parts of the day. I'm feeling a lot better now and hopefully I'll soon be enjoying lots of nice walks in the beautiful atumn we have now.
Well, I had a point with this post, I really did.
A few days ago (before the dreadful cold happened) I went to my job feeling especially fancy. Some days are just good like that, right?
I wore my favourite hunter green hat, the velvet jacket I bought on a fleamarket in London ten years ago, my all time favourite shoes and PANTS! I think I've been wearing pants more these last two months than I have in my entire adult life. But the best part of my look that day was the bag. Have I told you about this bag? When my mom was a little girl, in the 50's, she used to have this as a school bag. When I was a kid I fell in love with it the moment I saw it and I remember how happy I was when my mom told me that I could bring it to school one day. She told me to be careful with it and I promised. It was a very proud moment fo me when I walked on to the school yard with the shiny black bag in my hand.
But I was not like all the kids in my class. With my red hair and freckles I was an easy target for bullying and on top of that I wore things that I thought was pretty but wasn't really fashionable. So the kids at my school laughed at my mothers bag. They said it was ugly and stupid and I really couldn't understan why. It was the prettiest bag I've seen!
When I got home from school that day I looked at the bag and decided that I didn't care what the other kids said. I loved it and I was the one who should be using it so if the stupid kids at my school didn't realise how awesome it was it was their loss.
The next day when I was walking to school I swung the bag extra high and smiled hugely at their faces.
Sometimes I wonder where I found all that strength when I was only 9 years old. Standing up for what I liked. I just didn't understand how all the other children at the school cold have such bad taste.

Today everybody I meet want's my little black shiny school bag. But they can't have it. It's mine.