Who said I'm a colourless dresser? Sometimes I do don brights. And when one has made the decision to go cheerful, well one may as well go overboard, no? Well, to fully compensate for all the neutral days in between, that is. As in, when I cast my eye back over the days here in which I have made the effort to take a photo they roll past neutral, colourless, quietly tasteful, a bit dull, then all of a sudden, whammy! A bright day. So today is one of those days. A makeup day.
Did some more final Christmas shopping today. You know, you think you've finished, a full range of prezzies for all in our fambly's lives has been purchased and/or made and tucked away in secret hiding places about the house... then all of a sudden you remember some more people. You know, peripheral people, that are not a huge part, but still there, and you would feel bad if you didn't get them a little something. So off I toddled, back to the shoppies yet again, and braved the crowds. Although the crowds were still orderly and manageable. I didn't come home exhausted and barely able to cope with taking my shoes off before collapsing on the sofa, a usual symptom of Christmas shopping... so I guess dressing to boost my self-confidence must be working some! Right?
Now today is my husband's birthday. So we are having a quiet family celebration this evening and I am baking a decadently rich and stodgy chocolate cake for afters... just because we, er, haven't been having enough chocolate in our lives lately?
Skirt; modified Vogue 7303, raw silk
Camisole; Country Road
Cardigan; Metalicus, birthday gift from my friends
Necklace; made by me, tutorial here
Sandals; Pedro Miralles, from Soletta shoes