Tickets, Money, Passport?

Today's outfit was brought to you by the 19th century by way of 2004. It occurred to me walking down to Liverpool Street Station this morning that I was dressed in a modern day equivalent of a Jane Austen heroine.

I would never be so presumptuous to suggest I was the rather marvellous Lizzie Bennett, or the well intentioned but meddlesome Emma Woodhouse, perhaps however I could lay small claim to the earnest and worthy Eleanor Dashwood? However to answer that question I took the quiz: see who I was here.

However I digress for today my outfit consisted of a coffee coloured t-shirt (stay with me here) with empire line detailing, a modest (read: longish) cream linen skirt, demure yet elegant (I know, I know) drop pearl earrings and a pretty pair of dusky pink with chocolate trim detail shoes. But it wasn't just all of that that caused me to re-invent my walk to the station as a 'turn about the garden' it was the fact I was clutching a lovely bunch of freesias for the journey like a fresh faced virginal heroine of meagre fortune and limited prospects.

The copy of Northanger Abbey I had in my bag didn't help.