Bonfire Night was a drizzly affair.
But I was fully prepared!
Wrapped up against the elements in my finest winter warmers.
Wearing a new coat I spotted online.
I’m usually a wool coat kinda girl, but there’s nothing worse than a wet wool coat.
This little beauty may just be the most practical thing I’ve ever owned!
Light enough to swoosh around and layer on top of jumpers, but still keeps you dry and toasty all over.
There’s even a hood.
The drawstring waist creates a rather flattering silhouette, too.
Felt hat // Lipstick (oxblood)
Cream poloneck jumper // Shearling shrug
Skinny jeans // Cosy boots
All set for the evening’s festivities!
We marched across Notting Hill to Bella (who has a new blog!)’s Bonfire Party.
Please forgive the shaky snap, too pretty not to share the pathway to the party.
We all snuggled in around the fire with hotdogs and hot wine.
Even Silver May came up to town for the occasion.
We chatted away with old and new friends, roasting ourselves by the fire.
Before we knew it, the fireworks began.
Rocketing into the air and dusting the sky in fiery glitter.
^ Press play!
The crowd watched on, mesmerised.
We oohed and ahhed, followed the crackling fireworks with rapturous applause, and returned to the fire with topped up mulled wine.
Can we make Bonfire Night a weekly thing, please? I can’t bear to wait another year!
Did you celebrate?