I seem to have spent the last couple of days being highly ineffectual.
You know, faffing about; doing a little bit of one thing, then a little bit of another, but not finishing anything or doing any of it very well...
I'm all distracted and pathetic and pre-menstrual.
And moany, clearly.
But all is not lost; my quiz team, the Ladies Purse, are convening tomorrow night to display their intellectual brilliance. Or their dismal ignorance, it could go either way.
And I am going to see Lloyd Cole on Thursday, so I am very excited about that.
Do you know Goody who writes Eat The Blog?
And she observed here that some strange magic happens sometimes, and one's bosom looks bigger in certain photos.
jacket on, boobs barely noticeable;
jacket off, knockers ahoy.
Now you see 'em, now you don't.
Knockers is Goody's word. It makes me laugh, because I am foolish and have the sense of humour of a Carry On film.
I can practically hear the Benny Hill music playing, can't you?
I'm enjoying all the textures going on here, and the little opal pendant which I found for a couple of quid in a charity shop. I was only looking at the chain actually, I need to replace one which broke, but I like opals so I'll keep the necklace as it is.
1950s Scottish tweed jacket, 1970s tank top, sunglasses, necklace and bangles - charity shopped
1970s maxi skirt - vintage/collectables shop in Matlock
1950-60s tapestry bag - vintage shop in Birmingham
Blouse - jumble sale
Boots - retail (ancient)
I am also happy to muddle up my vintage styles and decades; I'm no purist, and if a 1970s tank top and maxi call out to be paired with a 1950s jacket, who am I to argue?
Just don't shop me to the vintage police.
Thank you for all your very sweet comments on my last post. Gawd knows I don't want to be a Mummy Blogger, and you are kind to put up with the kiddy pics.
Claudia liked her birthday card, but is determined not to listen to any of my words of wisdom regarding personal style...
I've got Nina (Littlest) at home tomorrow because of the teachers' strike, and she is angling to do something special, mainly so she can rub her older siblings' noses in the fact that they have to go to school as usual.
I predict that cake will be involved, and yet more faffing about.
What does the rest of the week have in store for you?