Wear 38: All In Grey Against A Grey Wall
V—— is coming over with a newly minted copy of the 'real' Sherlock. By that I don't mean he has stolen it from the internet. They made it and put it in a box and sold it to him at the shop. It's a pacifier. We have spent six thousand, three hundred and ninety minutes watching the whole of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. We have ninety minutes to go. He wanted to 'pop over after work for a quick episode'. No! The last two episodes, ever, have to be treated with more reverence than that. It needs to be a special occasion. There needs to be champagne, baths, candles, cake. It is the closest this little 'r' relationship is getting to a Valentines Day celebration (we don't 'do' Valentines). You can't just watch one episode now and save only one for the last big day. It will be an anti-climax. Like über-planning a wedding, and then having it; or; like going on one holiday and not having the next already in embryo stage. Both depressing, depressing things. So I am attempting to divert his mind by getting him addicted to Sherlock instead. He is the only person on the planet, beside B——, who hasn't seen it. And then he will know what I was talking about the other day.
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These are my schweppervescence shoes. When the water balloons pop in mid-air and the water molecules catch the light, they look like the sparkles on the heels of these shoes. I bought them because they reminded me of the beauty in that image, and because they are grey and yellow (me and Maria Teresa, the Austrian Empress, are all over that colour combo, before it got trendy—love it!), and because they are amazingly high and unwalkable, and lastly because who doesn't love a shoe with crochet and pearl elements. I managed to waddle across the road in them. I wonder if the locals have noticed the strange behaviour in the vicinity of our house recently? Costumed women being photographed in laneways, hobbling along the streets in towering shoes; silver-foiled umbrellas, white reflective boards, make-up consultants in entourage; mannequins with a new outfit on everyday sitting on the front balcony. Okay, maybe the middle bit isn't wholly true.
The Outfit
Dress: Op-shopped
Top worn as an odd shrug type thing: Op-shopped
Turban: Op-shopped scarf
Earrings: Tijuana
Shoes: Poetic Licence 'Famous Floral', via Irregular Choice
Who wore it better?
These are my schweppervescence shoes. When the water balloons pop in mid-air and the water molecules catch the light, they look like the sparkles on the heels of these shoes. I bought them because they reminded me of the beauty in that image, and because they are grey and yellow (me and Maria Teresa, the Austrian Empress, are all over that colour combo, before it got trendy—love it!), and because they are amazingly high and unwalkable, and lastly because who doesn't love a shoe with crochet and pearl elements. I managed to waddle across the road in them. I wonder if the locals have noticed the strange behaviour in the vicinity of our house recently? Costumed women being photographed in laneways, hobbling along the streets in towering shoes; silver-foiled umbrellas, white reflective boards, make-up consultants in entourage; mannequins with a new outfit on everyday sitting on the front balcony. Okay, maybe the middle bit isn't wholly true.
Who wore it better?
sounds like such a nice way to spend valentines day.
ReplyDeletefor me - the teachers have decided to strike on valentines day so i get to spend it with my boys just days after I successfully managed to get them back to school.
enjoy!
dxx
Stunning Photograph!!
ReplyDeleteIf you want me to head down some weekend with my make-up case and a silver umbrella (or rather a black umbrella unsucessfully covered in cooking foil) just let me know. I'd love to be a part of it and I could then add "make-up artist, photographic consultant" to my description on Pinterest.
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