'Island Girl' in any other context, leads me to imagine a tanned beach honey wearing a grass skirt, in a 1950s tropical film that stars Elvis Presley. She'll be a bombshell with a coconut bra, lounging under the palm trees. A ukulele melody will be playing.
My sisters and I will refer to ourselves as Island Girls, as an inside joke. The fact is we were brought up on an Island - but just not the exotic kind. (If you have ever looked hard at a UK map, you may of seen the Isle of Sheppey just before the River Thames actually becomes the River Thames) It's poor and a deprived area, with no palm trees insight so we endearingly like to think we have scrubbed up alright considering.
I guess these photos above are of me, scrubbed up?
Tea dress from Brandy Melville, espadrille wedges by Park Lane at Asos, gold St Christopher and cross from Blonde Solace (coming soon).