I May Need To Buy A Vespa & Move To Italy
You may remember this fit and flare dress from way back in September…
“No, I don’t have a trip to Italy planned.
But just in case one should suddenly come up…I will be ready.
One can never be too prepared!
Scarf (too expensive! but you get the idea)
I can see myself riding this on the twisting turning roads of Capri.
Some people dream of vacations…I dream of vacations and what I’ll wear on them.
Fast forward to the present day…
It’s not summer and it’s not Italy but I’m quite delighted I sold myself yet another fit and flare dress by creating a Polyvore set with it.
I think I might be slightly confused about how that is supposed to work.
Meh.
(shrugs)
And look!
I got a fun gift in the mail all the way from The Netherlands and the wonderful Greetje. It was a sweet surprise when I complimented Greetje on her wonderful eye pin and then one *magically* showed up in my mail box a few weeks later.
This is for you Greetje!
I am blowing you a kiss Greetje…not kissing your butt! Ha ha!
It’s easy to confuse those two…since you are very tall!
Now let’s talk about my photography assistant, aka the beggar Zoë.
Often when I am taking indoor photos she will be lazily sleeping in her bed just under my desk and off to the side of the frame.
However, if it should be nearing 13:00 or worse…14:00 she will begin her theatrics smack dab in the middle of whatever it is I’m doing.
As you can clearly see by her emaciated body we are obviously starving the poor girl. It’s a wonder she has the strength to move at all without help.
Her supper time used to be at 18:00, now it has inched up to somewhere between 13:30 and 14:00.
If I don’t give into her demands there is all kinds of whining, jumping, barking and basic sad pug face. She is tenacious, unrelenting and demanding…(hmmm…that reminds me of someone).
I feel I have no choice in the matter but to give into her demands.
Wait till I tell her I’ve hired a cat to replace her as my assistant.
Scratch that idea. I’ve been told cats are even worse divas than Mariah Carey. No blogger’s got time for a Mariah and a Zoë.
If you want to see another cute fit and flare dress of mine check this out. I also wrote why you need and how to choose a fit and flare dress.
Linking up with; I Will Wear What I Like, What I Wore, Wednesday Whims
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1920’s Style & Murder Mystery
Life is not a dress rehearsal. Make it count and do it in style.
On Friday we dressed up 1920’s style for a murder mystery dinner party.
I made the hair pin. I used to sell items like this in my Etsy shop. Sadly there isn’t much of a market for fancy hair pins/brooches.
Dress is 1980’s bought in a vintage store.
This is the first time I’ve ever worn makeup below my lower lashes. Looks great, feels awful.
The murder mystery dinner was a spoof on Downton Abbey put on by the talented group at Mysteriously Yours with Lieutenant Carumbo in attendance to solve the mystery.
We had a blast, lots of laughs and the actors were a scream. I especially liked Carumbo who also played Lady Edith, a gal on the hunt for a husband who had her eyes on Ray a dapper young man sitting at our table. I think Ray was quite shaken up relieved when Edith didn’t make it past the second act.
I adore it when other people make an effort and get dressed up for an event such as this.
We really lucked out at our table. I think between the six of us we were the best dressed in the room.
I’ve decided next time I dress 1920’s style I’m getting a headband with a feather. So dramatic!
Sophia also had a long cigarette holder.
Brilliant!
Carmela, and Franca (in other photo next to Robert wearing a black hat) turned out to be really interesting, fun Italian ladies with plenty of juicy stories. You can just tell by Carmela’s adorable smile what a character she is!
Robert wore his whole outfit sans the hat to work.
How do you like the addition of my feather boa? It was a last minute thing I managed to pick up in the morning prior heading downtown.
I know, most of you are shocked I didn’t already own a feather boa, or three.
Obviously for blogging, cleaning house or walking the dog one simply must wear a feather boa.
How is it possible I’ve lived this long without one?
*Warning!* If you are wearing a feather boa wrapped around your neck in a fierce cold wind be prepared for small errant feathers to stick to your lipstick. My lips looked like they were moulting and husband didn’t even notice.
#sadbuttruestory
Call me demanding but I’d like to know that someone has my back when it comes to;
- feathers on my lips
- lipstick on my teeth
- food in my teeth
- toilet paper hanging out of my tights/pants
- tears in my clothing
- skirt getting caught in my underwear
- buttons undone
- zipper undone
- hem coming down
- food on my face
- smudged make-up
- and any other kind of embarassing appearance faux pas or wardrobe malfunction.
Isn’t that a law between spouses and friends? Or is that like the warranty on my car that expired after five years?
Do you tell people when something is off with their appearance? Or do you suffer in silence trying to look elsewhere but inadvertently staring directly at that green spinach covered tooth wondering just how long it can hang on for?
Inquiring minds want to know.
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