It's been a bit of a rubbish half term, with me and the Eldest LB ill with colds again. This has meant cancelling various social engagments which I am not happy about. Not happy at all.
What an old grump I am! At least I got dressed.
Cat's bum alert - Charley is showing his arse again in these shots, he obviously hates my clothes, the cheeky little sod.
1960s crimplene maxi skirt, £4.99, and 1970s stack-heeled shoes, £10 (St. Luke's charity shop), 1970s blouse, 99p (Ebay) and tan belt, £1 (MIND charity shop), Charley and his ever-present bum (free).
I'll let you into a secret; the skirt is too small on the waist, but the fact that I can't do the zip up all the way is oh-so-cleverly hidden by the belt. I am in love with the print on the skirt and refuse to admit defeat, so a little bit of trickery/disguise is in order.
Sometimes I think my "look" is all about trickery and disguise, smoke and mirrors. Big old suck-it-in knickers and a maxi, it works every time.
And speaking of finding easy ways to solve (very minor) problems - this one is genius!
Our super-naughty always-on-the-scrounge cats have a bad habit of pinching food, especially off the kids, who are too slow to stop them (they'll learn). Ham, salami, chicken, cheese, even the bread from the sandwiches, all have been stolen off plates when we have food in the living room instead of at the table, though the cats have been known to try and swipe food from plates there too, the beasts.
But this 1960s Dialene Better-Maid platter with attached lids has put paid to their antisocial ways, ha ha!
Other Half rolled his eyes when I came home flushed with success at my purchase, and has been heard to grumble, "It's gets more and more like the set of Abigail's Party in this bloody house!"
And he says that like it's a bad thing...
The picture on the clip clears after a bit, bear with it. Relax, and say to yourself, "I've got very beautiful lips." xxxxxxx