You’ll know if you’ve read my blog for a while that getting Aaron to participate in anything blog related is a HUGE challenge, he doesn’t have a love for the camera (unless there’s a carp involved) that I do, so made a massive fuss when I ordered him to pick an outfit for me, but after much harassment, he eventually caved. I voice recorded the whole shebang so I could dictate our conversation for shits and giggs. I hope you enjoy reading the conversation as much as I did when typing the whole thing up (please note: there are quite a few ‘fucks’ in this conversation. Don’t say I didn’t warn you!)
A: I don’t want to do this.
G. What do you mean you don’t want to do it – just pick something! It doesn’t have to be from what’s hanging up, you can pick something from my drawers as well. Tops are in the top drawer and trousers are in the bottom.
A: What about this jumper?
G: No, I wore that two days ago, no. I’ve got other jumpers at the bottom of the wardrobe.
A: YOU ASK SO MUCH OF ME IN THE MORNING (it was 8.30am)
G: This is going to make some great content… those are pyjamas on that side,
A: I’m just going to pick jeans and a jumper. What ones do you want, these ones?
G: You’re picking the outfit, you have to pick the shoes too.
A: Alright then, these jeans.
G: Alright, we’ve gone for the Topshop Jamie Jeans…
A: Why are you talking like that?!
G: *Laughing* It’s only for us to listen to (obvs a lie as I’ve put it in) so I can dictate it.
A: What about this?
A: Too jazzy?!
G: We can wear it, but with what?
A: AHHHH I don’t know!
G: No, with what underneath?! I can’t just wear it on its own without anything underneath – fucking hell, imagine?! Okay, he pulled out my pinafore dress, but never mind.
A: Pulled out what?
G: A pinafore dress.
A: A pinafore?!
G: YES! It’s called a pinafore!
G: What’s the weather like? Is it blazer weather? Could I get away with a blazer for today? (said whilst eyeing up a beaut blazer from Topshop my step-mum Fran gave to me the week before)
A: I don’t know.
G: Well, look out the window.
A: Cloudy with a chance of meatballs.
*Wardrobe door slams*
G: Okay, we’ve gone with a pinafore.
A: Why are you telling them? You know what you’re going to fuckin’ wear… This top? (a white long sleeve bardot top)
G: No, it’s off the shoulder.
A: White shirt is the best colour I’d say?!
A: Where are your fuckin’ good white shirts, cos all of these are like yellow.
G: *Laughing* NO, there is one in there, right near the top.
A: This one?
A: This one?!
G: No – it’s got like stripes on it, but it’s not striped.
A: This one?!
G: No *laughing* that’s short sleeved.
A: You’re going to have to fold this up cos I’m pulling out everything everywhere. This one?!
A: Alright, I’m gunna look one more time before I shut this drawer… This one?!
A: That was lucky.
G: PUT THAT T-SHIRT BACK! *laugh* why do you keep on opening your drawers?
A: Because I don’t go in your drawers – EVER!
G: Okay, what shoes am I going to wear?
A: These ones.
G: HAHA – my sparkly boots?!
A: Not that you can fuckin’ walking in them anyway – do these go with it? (black Doc Marten boots)
G: Yes, okay. Hold on…
A: Good, job’s a good’un.
G: Hold on, I need you to do something… hold up what you’ve picked.
A: What?! No, NO!
G: Just The top and the uhh.. thing.
A: WHY?! I don’t want to Gaby!
G: Do it for the blog! *said in the tone of the classic – DO IT FOR THE VINE! I AIN’T GON DO IT*
A: I don’t want to do it for the blog.
G: Open the curtains, natural light will make you look good. PICK IT UP!
A: I don’t want to Gabyyyyyy.
A: No, I don’t want to.
A: No, I don’t want to be in one of your posts darling.
G: Please, please, please?!
G: But why?!
A: Hmmm, I don’t want to Gaby, it’s fucking annoying!
G: You can be a twat with it if you want to, it’s up to you.
A: I don’t want to Gaby.
G: Just…. *laughing*
A: Just what?! I’m not standing there like that – why?! No fucking way!
G: No, just fanny around with it, look down at what you’re doing, that’s fine.
A: I’ve had enough, fucking hell.
A: Just get the fuck up (we were going to breakfast and I was lying in bed whilst this was all happening).
G: NOPE! COME HERE!!
A: I’m not getting a photo with all this bollocks.
G: Just hold it up, try to look as if you’re trying to do something with it.
A: LIKE WHAT?!
*SHOT INSERTED BELOW*
G: Ahhh, you’re so fit.
A: Mmm *laughs all around* fuck off, let’s have a look then…that’s a horrible photo.
G: Okay, well that’s that then.
A: Deal with it.
G: Okay, I’ve just gotta “deal with it”.
And that was the end of the outfit selection fiasco of Saturday morning. As much effort as it was to get Aaron to help me out for today’s post, listening back on the conversation was hilarious and he actually did a pretty good job at picking my outfit! Here are some shots with the black shearling jacket I left the house with and also a couple of me rocking a vintage denim jacket I picked up the same morning we went out (not Aaron’s selection, but it was far too cool not to showcase in this post).
Thank you to Aaron for being a good sport (as much as he made a fuss, I think he actually enjoyed it), he’s so bloody hilarious with stuff like this so please make sure to let me know if you’d like to see some more content like this in the comments below!