I had a lovely time at my monthly session of coffee, catch up and inflicting my writing on my dear friend Sheila. Before I say any more I am going to publicly thank her for all of her reading (eleven chapters so far) enthusiasm and support. I saw the fantastic photos of Sheila's recent special birthday celebration and we had our usual combination chat in which we did not manage to solve any of the world's greatest problems but we asserted out own philosophies on life and Sheila was the kinder and gentler version of the two of us.
While Sheila read chapters eight through eleven I slipped off to the Ladies' Room and that was when the first disaster occurred. Not that I knew it right away. About an hour later, as we left the cafe and progressed up the street a very kind woman hurried up behind me and informed me quickly that my skirt was caught up in my leggings at the back. Oh horrors! All I can say at this point is feck it, if leggings are passé. I wear them like tights and thank the gods and goddesses that I do. Of course, because I do I likely didn't feel the breeze on my backside. This is what Sheila kindly pointed out to me while I was expressing my horror and then my gratitude for leggings. Nonetheless, I praise the deities for leggings and heap blessings upon the kind woman who rescued me. In defense of Sheila, she had not at any stage been behind me in order to notice this horror. She hastened to point this out to me, but I must have intuited that for it did not once cross my mind to wonder why she hadn't said anything. OF COURSE she would have if she had noticed.
The indignity of this survived, I completed my few errands and drove home. Upon arrival at home and safely parked in my assigned spot, I realised that I had closed the door on my skirt. Significantly. So that anybody driving past me would have seen some skirt hanging out. Good grief it is a relief to know I am home now and off the roads. A woman who cannot manage her own dress should not be out menacing society with a car. In addition to these assorted mishaps, it was a really bad hair day and no headband could save me. Although I bundled up for a chilly morning it got progressively warmer and was not a hat day.
Good hair days are a bit hit and miss these days.
After pairing red with turquoise, one of my favourite combinations, I paired it with aubergine for Dad's birthday dinner. This dress is the only item left from my teacher wardrobe. I think I've had it for around 15 years and I love it. It's very well made, and very comfortable. I bought it new but on sale for 70% off because maxi dresses were not in at the time and it seemed to beg for a tall person to wear it. The shop owner just had not been able to sell it.
The details don't show up well in the photo but the dress is corduroy, has a fringe on the bottom and is a very deep aubergine or plum. We could say this outfit is cranberry and plum if we wish to be fruity.
I have difficulty dealing with the flapping ends of belts. Sometimes, with a narrower belt I can tuck the loose piece under the belt and let it dangle down, as I did with the red belt in the first outfit. With this belt being stiffer and shorter in length I had some troubles . Eventually I resorted to a less than chic solution which is hidden by my cardigan.
And here is a sweet little turtle pin I found at the thrift shop recently. This close up also shows the colours I am wearing, including the shadow stripes of the tee shirt. The dress is a jumper style and must have a layer underneath.
And....I have my doubts about the wisdom of putting this photo on the internet, but for the sake of showing my thrift shop earrings-I don't usually wear costume jewelry but these don't seem to irritate my ears- I am breaking the no profile photo rule. I suppose it is not a full profile, and I am somewhat fascinated by it since I never see myself from this angle. I don't recognise myself. I always thought my nose was too small and here it looks positively huge.
Note: I have added a couple more chapters to the Scribblings page. Some days I like where it is going and other days I am certain it is total crap. Ah well, it keeps me occupied.
I am linking up to Sheila's Shoe Shine to share my favourite red shoes.