However, I didn't get that far because half an hour after taking this photo I decided the tights were too hot and I was definitely not comfortable in the skirt. Too tight, too short, not enough give or swish. And yes there is a very slight dark discolouration on my sweater drawing the eye to THAT spot. Oh dear. So off came the entire outfit and the tights went back into the drawer for a day when I am chilled to the bone. The shoes, by the way, are new, purchased on sale with Christmas money and so comfortable I could live in them. I will only wear comfortable shoes. I refuse to suffer for beauty.
Here is a nice cluttered photo in which you can barely make out my new shoes. See how well they go with the decor? Yes, I planned that. Totally.
Back to the closet and into some clothes that feel right. Not too hot, swishy, comfortable, and very me.
You think you have seen this skirt recently, the one where the camera doesn't like to focus on the embroidery. But I have two of them, slightly different. The colours are the same but reversed. The sad thing is that I may have accidentally ruined one. The good thing is that I am strange enough to have bought two in the first place. I spilled a splotch of something on the other one that left a bleach spot. Efforts to fix this did not go well. In the end I immersed the whole thing in bleach which helped but turned it into a dark grey and peachy-orange skirt which really does not suit me. Big Sigh. But I still have this one. The true colours are indigo and marsala. Though I would not have said marsala until recently. I would have said it is a reddish brown sort of burgundy in some light. So marsala is much easier to say. It is paired with comfortable and colour matched shoes from the thrift shop.
In an effort to get a close up photo that would better show the colours of the skirt and show off how well I coordinate with my room, I took this one and several like it, adjusting the view slightly each time. I thought it was turning out okay until I spotted the toilet right in line with my head. Of course, I did this just for you, Sandra!
Showing off the bling Sheila Style. I almost never do this because my bling photos turn out so badly. First of all I can never deal with the sparkle which seems to make the photos come out blurry every time even if I use a tripod. Secondly, I can never arrange the pieces nicely to show them all to advantage. Thirdly I usually forget a piece and keep having to re-take the photos and then get fed up.
See what I mean? Since I am one of those explaining sorts of people, also called a teacher, I will explain my silvery bits to you. I am always wearing three of my rings, all the time, even to bed and in the shower or when I wash dishes or if I were to go camping-always wearing them. Two are in the photo but the third is currently determined not to come off my finger. They are basically silver bands with designs of some sort etched, carved, molded or otherwise formed into them. Then I often add one fancy ring, something with stones and the one I am wearing today is made by a somewhat local silversmith from the town of Qualicum just south of me. The earrings were purchased at a stall during Music Fest several years ago. The story of my marriage is within them. I saw the earrings, wanted them, my husband said no you have spent enough money here already. Then he bought them when I wasn't looking and gave them to me as an anniversary gift although supposedly we were not to buy anniversary gifts for each other because it was too costly and so I didn't have anything for him. I used to tell myself that behaviour was romantic, but eventually saw it as manipulative. I still love the earrings though. The bracelet is a thrift shop find and I would only keep that one on if I went out. I find bracelets annoying when I am writing or painting or doing at home things in general. Not included in the photo are two white gold stud earrings also in my ears and there all the time.
Now, fortunately for you, I think we are done here.