This weekend has been one of throwing up my hands, rolling my eyes, and muttering darkly about best laid plans...
It started well, with a gorgeous meal and good company at Zeugma's Turkish restaurant on Friday night, but I forgot to take photos.
And I enjoyed my trip to the hairdresser's on Saturday morning, but forgot the card and gift I had bought for Kirsty, who is about to go on maternity leave. (I'll have to pop in with it next week.)
I didn't go to St Mary's vintage fair, as it's actually happening next weekend.
I'm blaming this bloody peri-menopause for my increasingly frequent memory failures.
And we didn't watch Life of Brian on Saturday night as arranged, since Eldest got an invite to sleep over at a friend's, and forbade us to watch it without her. Bossy madam, don't know where she gets it from.
I was looking a bit creased and crumpled by the time I got home on Saturday, but at least my hair was freshly be-Titianed and bright.
1960s mini dress - Second to None
Tights - charity shopped
Boots - Clarks' sale
But oh these are difficult weather conditions for a blogger...
...gloomy, windy and raining one minute; followed by bright sun; then blowing a gale.
And you thought I was joking about throwing up my hands in frustration!
I went for the 1960s dolly bird look again today, although the only piece of authentic 60s charm in this outfit is the handbag.
And me, of course, I'm vintage 1964.
Kiss Me Kitty leggings - gift from Cristi
Boots - retail (sale, ancient)
Beret - gift
1960s vinyl bag - Ebay
I don't know if I'm loving the shorter length on me; I want to like it, and will defend to the death a woman's right to wear any length of dress she damn well pleases. And it's good to change and rearrange, I don't want to wear maxis or cover my knees all the time.
In my imagination, I am a carefree 60s chick, swinging down the street so fancy-free, all mile-long legs and bobbed hair.
In reality, I feel a bit more like Georgy in the book and 1966 film Georgy Girl, trying hard but not quite getting it right.
I loved the theme song so much when I was a kid (still do) that I named one of my dolls Georgy.
When I got round to watching the film later in life, I identified with the character of Georgy, played by lovely Lynn Redgrave, all clumsy awkwardness, not fitting in or measuring up.
Not many women could measure up to the gorgeousness of Charlotte Rampling as Meredith.
I recommend the film if you haven't seen it.
So the weekend's schedule might not have turned out quite as intended, the outfits might be dodgy, the photos dodgier still, and the weather's been a bugger, but that's life, no? I am hereby reserving the right to get it a bit wrong, to laugh, and then get on with it.
And comments on my blog like this one just make me snort with laughter:
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I'll be linking up one of these thigh-flashing looks with Patti and friends for Visible Monday; nothing like some clashing prints and a mini for high visibility!
Do watch this clip of the film's opening sequence, it's charming and funny, and you have my permission to sing along if you like!