Day 43: Barefoot in the Park

There has been some talk, following yesterday's post, that I am unromantic. Well it wasn't talk so much as paranoia, on my part, that people may find me cynical and sour. I am all for romance. I am a Libran after all. I love cloudy sunsets and the sound of waves on a stoney shore, I love hand-holding in front of episodes of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I love Sunday mornings and relaxing holidays where you can re-discover your lover away from the rigmarole of everyday-everyness. But I am also very cynical. I am heading for a role as a B grade, or D would probably be more accurate, celebrity on Grumpy Old Women. And I am trying to do it before I actually get old(er). Is it unromantic to get sensible about romance? I suppose it is, but there comes a time, doesn't there, when the drama and hyperbole of romance takes too much time and effort. See, there I go again sounding unromantic. I am going to stop while I am behind.

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Channeling my inner barefoot hippie today. Realise now I could have put a little more effort into it but I was having the hardest time getting out of bed for night shift, and then ran completely out of time. B—— has been location scouting and found these two abandoned chairs that she thought would make an interesting prop. She takes this very seriously. I wouldn't be surprised if it is on her Artist CV. In fact, it should be.

The Outfit Shirt: Op-shopped Vest: Op-shopped Skirt: Op-shopped Earring and Headbands: Lovisa Feet: Gifted
Photographer de Jour: B——
Who wore it better?

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