I've been waiting all winter for my annual cold of epic proportions to hit, and it's finally arrived. So be gentle with me, I feel fragile.
Nah, not really - I'm tough as old boots, but currently with added phelgm. Mmmm.
I am feeling the need to apologise to my darling friend Vix for these outfits; she'll be most disappointed with my lack of colour (see her post on the subject here).
Between Monday's denim and leopard print and today's denim and lurex, I did wear plenty of green, red, purple and orange, honest; I just didn't take any photos.
Denim dress, top, belt, beret and leather patchwork bag - charity shopped
1970s Wallis cropped faux fur jacket - Kinky Melon's Retro Boutique
Boots - retail
This outfit reminded me of Natalia's Girl Next Door look here; she wondered whether neutral colours and casual clothes are necessarily predictable and boring.
Well, denim and leopard print are neutrals, aren't they? And this is about as casual as I get. You'll have to decide whether it's boring or not!
I'll link my blue beret with added flare (if not flair) to Judith's Hat Attack.
There is a Seventies vibe going on, though neither dress nor top are vintage. Both items cost just a £1 each from charity shop sale rails.
1970s Alexon lurex maxi skirt, Levi's denim jacket, top, suede waistcoat, scarf, bangles and boots - all charity shopped
1960s tapestry bag - gift from Gisela
The gloomy light is making everything look grey... And that really is a neutral too far for me.
In reality, the waistcoat is more of a petrol blue, and the skirt is sparkly black/silver lurex.
I was pleased to find the Levi's denim jacket for a fiver yesterday; I bought it for Claudia really, since she has
purloined permanently borrowed one of mine, but I might keep it. In all likelihood, we'll share.
The Alexon maxi skirt was in a bag of donations given to the charity shop on Wednesday...
along with several other 1970s treasures; a lurex blouse/jacket hailing from Leicester, two slinky and glamorous maxi dresses (sadly too tiny for me), a Louis Feraud skirt, and a 1960-70s wooden beaded bag.
My fellow volunteers laughed at me for squealing ooh, lurex! as I pulled the skirt and blouse out of the bag. I know they think I'm bonkers, but the bonkers lady has raised over £1000 for the hospice, and has been mentioned in dispatches.
Well, in the shop's weekly bulletin from the manager anyway. Oh yes, they took the piss out of me about that as well; we've reached that stage of a friendship where some gentle leg-pulling is permitted, and I love it.
Thank heavens (or rather Kirsty) for a haircut yesterday, it was much needed and very therapeutic. And I'm relieved to be approaching the weekend too; Chinese food and folk music are on my agenda, what about you?
Hope you have a good one!