Paying homage to the awesomeness of my dad – and his shirt collection – in a bid to try my hardest not to forget Fathers’ Day this Sunday.

Married couples are fascinating things. When I see a couple out and about, minding their business, I often wonder what their back story is. How did they meet? Who asked the other out first? What happens when they fight – do they even fight at all? The same applies to my parents – although I know the answers to all of the above (I’ll spare you the details, but my dad is lowkey smooth).

My dad and I are very similar. I wouldn’t be surprised if, considering the number of times I’ve mentioned my mum on my blog, you wouldn’t have assumed this to be the case. Anyone who’s met her will tell you that my mum is a character (in the best way obviously – hi mum!). She’s tall and slim, confident and outspoken, and the life of any event – African or otherwise. My dad, on the other hand, prefers prose over parties, is a serious (over)thinker, and measures his words carefully (except when Tottenham’s playing badly. Then he’s all over the shop).

My dad and I always laugh about just how much of a chip off the old block I am. Character-wise, this couldn’t be more true. ¬†Everything else? Well, I think I look more like my dad than my mum. We both wear glasses (years of staring at computer screens and reading small print in textbooks will do that to you). We both love a good dress shirt* and tailored trousers. And I’ve said it a million times already, but I am still ever so slightly the awkward tomboy. I’d like to think that that’s a product of nature rather than nurture.

Even though I don’t let him know it as much as perhaps I should, I love my dad more than I could ever express in 300 words or so. And I’ll continue to shamelessly steal all of his shirts and cardigans and jumpers until further notice – maybe that’s my weird little way of showing my appreciation for him. But I should probably get him a present on a Sunday, too.

*this pink YSL shirt is my dad’s. It has been in my possession since I was about 16 and going through my preppy fashion phase. Scratch that. It’s not even his anymore. It’s mine now.
Pink and white striped shirt, YSL. Jeans, TOPSHOP. Nude suede court shoes with gold heel, Jimmy Choo. Black oversized shoulder bag, Saint Laurent Paris. Sunglasses, Ray-Ban


  • Risum with Ameze

    I really love the angle that you took with this post, paying homage to your dad and bossing a casual yet stylish outfit with something special from your dad! Lovely post and love love love the shirt!

    Ameze xxx

    • Thank you so much Ameze! Haha I’ve had this shirt for the longest time – he’s not getting it back ever! Xx