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Day 240: Girl's Night In

I'm writing this Wednesday post on 'Girls Night In' Friday. 'Girl's Night In' more accurately. Just me, on the couch, not too long before fasting becomes (moderate) feasting and SYTYCD Top Ten and Britain and Ireland's Next Top Model Finale on TV. The only thing missing is Sex and the City, but I'll be crossing over to The Shawshank Redemption—because there are not enough times in which to watch the nicest of men beat a corrupt system with humility and empathy, and not enough exposure for it not to make me cry like a baby everytime Red sits down by that tree and opens Andy's little tin box from under the 'rock that has no earthly business in a Maine hayfield'—and Rizzoli & Isles because it's good when women with brains and humour solve crimes in designer heels.

List_Addict               Irene

But I missed most of SYTYCD. I completely forgot. What is wrong with me? More importantly, what is wrong with Mary, she crys all the time. Not just at the end of The Shawshank Redemption. I am worried about you Mary. It is down to the top ten. And they are dancing with the all-stars. Thank goodness for You Tube. If I have the power to doom them, which I greatly doubt, I wouldn't say this, but Aaron and Jasmine just have to be the girl and the boy at the end of this. They are sublime. So much character. And if I had to pick just one, one who nearly wasn't even in the top twenty but for the poor misfortune of another, I would say that the best, and most captivating dancer of 2013 is Aaron. Watch this (the only thing about You Tube is you get confused and so this is actually from next week, but it proves my point) and then tell me different.

If I was six foot tall, skinny with amazingly large eyes and had people painting my toe nails, putting on make-up and doing my hair, dressing me in amazing clothes and plonking me on a Canadian beach with a white horse, I think I would scrub up okay. Looking at super models, or even just the ordinary human ones, for the last couple of weeks in my haute couture inspired dressing, and Britain and Ireland's Next Top Model, has made me realise they are sometimes quite unusual looking women. And how weird to have to, wear things you wouldn't ordinarily choose or put together. Today my look is not based on anything but an idea I had to put two different things together. But it speaks to Emporio Armani a little: a little like this, or this, or this. Even if it is just a hint towards colour.

The Outfit
Dress: Op-shopped
Coat: Op-shopped, Vintage
Shoes: Irregular Choice 'Once in a Blue Moon'

Photographer de Jour: V——

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