Whether for stage or fancy dress
that’s me in my black wedding dress, and as a guest.
Or just for the heck of it.
Though I wasn’t all dressed up just for a paddle. MrS was attending an event.
But no excuse except sunshine and a summer fair for the second pic.
And that sliver of fruity dress? A coral island.
I’m fond of a hat
Sadly both these old favourites are now lost.
And a (not so) little black dress*
And sometimes have fun with wigs
achieving a passing resemblance to Kay Moggie aka The Glamour Puss and the dress up queen.
At weekends MrS and me sit down to a nice supper, and I put on a frock and do my make up. No photos of that though, I’m more likely to capture the food.
Or the table setting.
Actually I wear make up; sunblock, lip and eyebrows every day**. And so I’ve kept this up during lockdown. In fact I’ve tried to make sure I put on decent clothes for at least part of the day even though I may have been scrabbling about in the garden for most of it.
I’m not trying to be all smug saying that, it’s just the way I am. I’ve always loved clothes and dressing up. And while I’d love to look chic in a white shirt and jeans, elegant in slouchy trousers, and adorable in pyjamas, my broad shoulders (and hips) and short legs mean that only happens in my minds eye, never the mirror. So my default outfit is a dress. And I’m always on the lookout for the holy grail. Loose but not shapeless, bracelet length sleeves, and pockets.
And depending on how long lockdown lasts I may be wearing more and more hats, or experimenting with scarves. Two weeks overdue at the salon, my hair, which I’ve been growing has left the “growing out quite nicely” stage ,but hasn’t yet reached ponytail. And as for the colour …… I haven’t seen my natural hair colour since my early teens, forty years or so ago. And it’s not going to be any shade I remember.
Ha! The earliest ones are black and white, no help there. Unless…..
So until tomorrow
*I’ve only once been let down wearing one of these. A drinks party where it seemed every other woman wore tailored jeans, pearls and pretty flats. I felt I should have been handing round the snacks.
**A habit I inherited from my mother.
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