So, I re-lent-ed on Lent. You can thank Lesley for that excellent observation. Nonetheless, my challenge of only wearing the items that I have in my wardrobe ensues, regardless of my lack of willpower.
I realised that I very rarely put up pictures of my night time outfits. This may be due to being a staunch anti-nocturnalist. You may not recognise this word, but, along with the likes of ‘bootylicious’ I can see it perpetrating the English language once all others, who like me struggle to stay rational past 10pm, rise up together and say “NO!” to socialising at night where the light is more flattering and it’s harder to spot a muffin top.
I ventured out past 10pm last night. I usually try to keep this sort of blasphemous activity to one evening a month, although this will be the second time this February after the orange debacle. Now, due to the fact that I become immensely grumpy after 11pm, there were no photo’s of my outfit on the night. Therefore, I ventured out into the garden this morning, risking the incredulity of the neighbours, dressed in last night’s garb to take some photo’s for you. You’re welcome…
(Ignore my sideburns. If you hadn’t noticed them, stop looking for them and start ignoring them). ES has bemoaned taking photo’s of me recently so I decided to make use of the self timer while he was in the shower. The ‘Jimmy Chung’ actually refers to the fact that this bag is unfortunately a fake Jimmy Choo, you can read more on this purchase here. And you can read about my overwhelming disappointment on discovering that it was a fake here.
Morven delightfully refers to this dress as my “Diane Von Fistybum” which cracks me up every time. I bought it from The British Red Cross on Ebury Road in London. They had been donated a number of sample items by the designer in order to aid sales and it was a veritable gold mine. Unfortunately, at £70 per dress, I could only afford one item, so eventually narrowed it down to this classic wrap dress.
The sandals were on their way to a charity shop via a friend of a friend when I nabbed them for my own collection. Beautiful Next metallic gladiator style sandals, unworn, size 6, priced at RRP £45. They rattle and clink while I walk and ES finds the noise beguiling. He didn’t say that, he just said that he ‘likes the sound they make’, but I think you’ll all agree that beguiling is a better word.