You lot make me laugh!
I'm glad to know you are an assertive, feisty bunch who don't like being ripped off, by a charity shop or anyone else.
No, I didn't buy the items with the inflated price tags.
Yes, I asked why they were double the price of other equivalent items.
I received a shrug as my answer.
No, I couldn't be bothered to ask to see the manager (plenty more belts and brooches in the sea of charity shops) but Oxfam, I name and shame you, and you lost a sale. I would never haggle in a charity shop, but I don't have a problem with pointing out inconsistent pricing.
So that's that - now let's move on.
I wore the same skirt two days running - an unusual event for me!
This skirt was on the sale rail in my local hospice charity shop - it's from the dreaded Primark, but at a quid, I thought I could justify it.
Yesterday was sunny and hot;
today was not.
We have already covered the camouflaging qualities of a maxi, but they also do a great job of keeping you cool when the weather is hot, and warm when it isn't.
Yeah yeah, I know - the little polka dot vest underneath is actually navy. I thought it was black till I saw the photos. I may be a bit colour blind. Which would explain a lot.
Now having an hourglass figure with quite wide hips (no self-disparagement intended, just an honest assessment of my body shape), I apparently shouldn't wear horizontal stripes or a gathered skirt.
Styling advice for anyone considered broad, large framed, big and large, courtesy of a 1977 Jackie annual.
Hmm, well, I'm not terribly good at taking advice, so stripes and gathers it is.
Jersey maxi skirt, top, bangles, red flower - charity shopped
Sandals - retail (ancient - forgot I had them, rediscovered them in the bottom of the wardrobe)
Black flower - gift from 100% gorgeous Sarah
Red wooden bangle (I wear it to death) - gift from darling Tania
Sunglasses - Ebay
Vest, white shirt and Rocket Dog canvas flats - charity shopped
I was having a bit of a shitty day today* till this arrived;
a parcel of blogger love from my dearest Clare, containing a beautiful Monsoon jacket and two chic shift dresses, and...
...this magnificent portrait of Clementine, at her sneering and sardonic bitchfaced best!
I love it all, Clare - thank you, darling!
*My shitty day?
We woke up this morning to find our shy sweetheart of a cat Willow had a horrendously swollen eye.
I mean horrendous - a red, inflamed third eyelid all the way across, her face puffed out, it looked as though her eye was about to explode. I'm not particularly squeamish but oh dear, it did look nasty.
I rushed her off to the vet; something has scratched her eye quite badly which has become infected - she was fine yesterday, it must have happened in the night.
Anyway, she has had an injection of an anti-inflammatory and painkiller, and antibiotic eyedrops, and it's looking slightly better this evening.
But I have learnt that cats - much like children - do not like eye drops.
And I am supposed to put lubricating drops in her eye 6-8 times a day, as well as the antibiotics.
She is not a happy girl, and neither am I.
The 2-hourly eye drops meant no volunteering at school today, and more importantly, no Chesterfield tomorrow - disaster!
Hopefully Willow will be back to normal soon.
Cats - they are more trouble than the kids!