The weather is chilly, the evenings are getting darker, but the onset of autumn doesn't have to mean a lack of colour, does it?
So the hair has had a russet-y boost...
...and my collection of tights (does a huge bag full of tights count as a collection? I don't see why not) is coming back into its own.
And before I went to the hairdressers, I wore this floral beauty, a gift from darling Helga...
...along with these boots, a recent rediscovery.
I found myself browsing Ebay for tan ankle/work boots to wear with my skirts and dresses, just to roughen up the feminine edges a bit.
But I had these Clarks boots all along.
They are years old, cast aside to the bottom of the wardrobe for the annoying habit of making any socks I wore with them wrinkle their way down my feet.
I had forgotten all about them. But they will do nicely, and wearing them with tights gets around the Disappearing Sock Issue. Result!
I need a bloody good sort through my stuff, there may be all manner of items which could have a new lease of life, if only I knew they were there...
1980-90s dress - gift from heavenly Helga
Cardigan, bangles and tights - charity shopped
Boots and necklace - retail (sale, ancient)
Oh, how the hair needed cutting.
And just look how much the red had faded up to a light coppery colour.
Kew top, Gap skirt, M&S tights, necklace and bangles - charity shopped
1960-70s suede jerkin - gift from Lady Lucy (Dinner, that is)
The jerkin saves me from being a totally high street whore/bore, but at least it was all acquired in charity shops.
Raindrops on roses...
...and whiskers on kittens.
I have been trying my hand at applications for jobs lately.
I can't go on being an unemployed layabout forever, so I thought some weekend retail hours might work for me, then I wouldn't have to shell out all my meagre wages in childcare costs.
Various stores were advertising for casual Christmas staff, and I reckoned I might stand a chance. You know, being a mature and sensible person with many years of work, paid and voluntary, behind me.
It seems not. Not even shortlisted. Oh.
Although I do have a telephone interview with Debenhams* next week.
Well, at least I don't have to worry about what to wear. Just what the hell to say.
*For non-UK folk, Debenhams is a department store selling mainly clothing, cosmetics and homewares.
So despite my initial optimism, I am feeling a little deflated.
If I was an animal, I'd look like this.
I know - a random photo of a capybara. But isn't he gorgeous?
We saw him in the summer, when we visited the Yorkshire Wildlife Park. I had forgotten to charge my camera battery, so this is one of the only pics from the day.
We are off to town for an meal with the kids - they have chosen Italian, and that is just fine and dandy with me!