Isn't it freaky when you find a handmade dress in a charity shop that must have been made for your body double a lifetime ago?
I'm not normally a fan of Fifties fashion but once I tried this frock on I was in love and, being on the greeny side of bronze, I decided to wear it for yesterday's photo shoot. So there I was all frocked up and ready to rock when I got the message it had been postponed.
Did I change? Did I heck!
Did I change? Did I heck!
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| My friend Jayne offered a donation to the charity of my choice if I got snapped in Asda wearing this dress |
The wine rack needed replenishing so off to the supermarket I went.
Did anyone notice? I couldn't tell you. Once I'm in the booze aisle I'm oblivious to pretty much everything.
Three bottles for a tenner? Call that a bargain? That's more than my outfit cost!
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| 1950s cocktail dress (£4.95, British Heart Foundation), leopard coat (£5,Age UK) worn with 7 year old lace tights, fake Litas, 1960s fishnet gloves (20p, car boot sale), chain mail choker (India, 2010) and chandelier earrings (from the lovely Louise) |
Mundane tasks are a lot more fun when you're frocked up to the nines.
Like I always say, "A day without dressing up is a day wasted", so stick on your best dress, go forth and have fun, you're a long time dead.
See you soon!
See you soon!