We are getting cooler days mixed in with hot ones now. Sometimes the range is as much as ten degrees. I confess to liking the cooler ones better and something akin to room temperature is my favourite. When it gets too hot for me I tend not to want anything to do with accessories. I think I must get a bit grumpy about this because I will even ignore reasonable ones as though just the effort of putting anything on is too much.
Here is some ladylike doorway posing. I am becoming a master. It looks like I am completely without accessories, however I am never without three pairs of earrings per ear, which you cannot see given my current hair style. I am also never without at least three rings on my fingers. I wear these to bed, in the bath and basically all of the time. There is a small nose stud which I generally forget exists. Necklaces and scarves are usually too much for me in summer and I save bracelets for when going out. I apply pins and homemade fabric flowers if I think of it. Makeup? Not likely. Glasses? Yes, I had better go and find those.
This getup was for a day which was significiantly cooler and damp. I am also in that phase of my cycle (cue the ominous music) where I get twice as exhausted as normal and feel what is best summed up as "icky". I'm just glad to be getting that over with before the Vancouver Blogger Meet Up. So, yesterday I was chilled and exhausted and went into my closet and began piling on layers of pretty much whatever I found first.
The result was this. Do not try this at home. Definitely do not try this in public. This is my super comfortable, keep me warm, too big for me, not flattering sweater. I love it. It could fit two people which I think is rather romantic.
Three days later I got out of bed, showered and dressed again. Not feeling tip top but feeling better. Allergies are awful though. My dear friend Sheila is picking me up and we are going out for a nice coffee and chat. So glad I am clean today!
I was already wearing this doubtful outfit consisting of a jersey skirt and a shirt dress which I keep putting into my donation pile and pulling out again. But somebody has to rescue me because I am never happy wearing it. Can't explain it. And they are about to come off now. No idea why my hair looks so weird. Must do something about that. And look...a flick of grey eye shadow and I practically look goth.
So we move on to a new-to-me dress. It needs ironing so after this quick and dirty modelling session I will whip it off my carcass and iron it right here in the living room. I'm fairly certain the neighbours can't see me and if they can well then they are most fortunate. I'm not the best at ironing so it will be a quick hot dab at the worst spots. That sounds like much more fun that it really is. I don't iron much. I stupidly left my favourite ironing board behind in my divorce and this new one, well, I use it so rarely it takes me a minute or two to remember how to work the lever that releases the legs. And my iron is a smart iron apparently. It turns itself off when not in use. It also seems to stand in judgement of my ironing skills and turns itself off when I am in the middle of using it......
Okay, task accomplished and the dress is ironed but in the pics I'm about to give you it's not. I'm continuing with my theme of looking pregnant to look youthful. And I don't know what the feck is going on with my hair today. I don't actually have much control over it; I only pretend that I do. I like it in the first picture but that is slept on hair and sleeping on my hair doesn't usually result in that look. My skills with a hairdryer are only slightly better than my skills with a clothes iron.
I wiped off the smokey eye with a tissue but it's still smouldering there a bit. Time to get serious about looking half decent for going out in public so I've drugged myself with every medication I have for allergies but I am still a sniffling mess. But isn't my new dress cute! The pattern vaguely looks like palm trees and the dress like a cut off Mumu. You might say, but Shawna this outfit is no more or less flattering than the one above that you rejected and perhaps you would be right. The difference is the way I feel when I wear it. I feel like me. The difference is also that there is no collar. For some reason collars make me insane unless they are on coats and then they are okay..... OMG why am I now looking at this dress and thinking there are two big coconuts on this palm tree?
An empire waistline, while also making me look pregnant, tend to make my legs look longer. I know you are about to say I have long legs anyhow, but hear me out. Yes, I am taller than average, but proportionately my legs are not long. My height tends to be in my torso and I am long in the rise which makes getting pants to fit a bit hellish. Of course, we are never happy with our body shapes. My mum has legs that go right up to her armpits and she hates this. I tell her that long legs and a shorter torso is actually the 'in' look and is more like models and she just looks at me like I am crazy. Mum and I are the same height but our body shapes are completely different. We can, however agree on the challenges of sleeve length.
Okay, surely there is something else I should be doing right now. Oh yes...I need to put the iron and ironing board away. TTFN