This is something that I dread. I know that I should look forward to Fridays. And I do.
But I struggle with what to wear. Some times I go out and out 40's. In fact a couple of weeks back, a friend, in the middle of one of those sarky-i'm-being-rude-to-you-with-a-smile-on-my-face convo's that you have with work chums, said to me:-
"Haven't you got rations to be dishing out to an evacuee somewhere?".
I told him JLS had called and they wanted their clothes back. Oh how we laughed.
The only thing actually vintage about this outfit is the cardigan which I picked up for a steal in Brighton.
I was off to the pictures to see The Kings Speech, and I needed to have curly locks in the morning. So, I decided to do what any self respecting Land Girl would have done. Rolled my hair and covered it with a headscarf. Sorted.
I am thinking "Damn, how dusty is that light? "
I did get some looks when the lights went up. The Beard commented that people were staring.
"How nice for them" said I. And then tripped up the step, nearly dislodging my headscarf (and possibly a couple of teeth).
Thank goodness I always listened to my Dad when he used to tell me tales of woe involving "hands in pockets" and "stairs", or the gawpers would have had a right laugh at me rollers. And that will never do.
Have a super weekend folks - bundle up warms!