Praise be, my student grading and associated admin has finally come to an end for another academic year. And it can’t come a moment too soon. I have been super stressed for weeks. I’m still running around like a blue arsed proverbial, (just Leeds and Birmingham to go now, peripatetically speaking unless another art school finds a few quid down the back of the sofa before the degree shows go up), but at least my free time’s my own again now.
So here’s the Taking Shape Everglades frock I was lusting after a while ago. Fortunately for me they reduced it by twenty quid so I ordered it online. Although it’s poly, it’s kind of light and gauzy in texture so one doesn’t overheat in it, though I’ve yet to try it out on a scorcher.
An xojane reader said the style reminded her of origami. TS seem to use it a lot, which I’m delighted about as it makes a change from my customary retro prom-dress; it’s also supremely comfortable and compliments a variety of larger body types without looking like an ankle-length sack. Now I know it works for me, I shall definitely be adding to my collection in the future.
The print is also wildly original. Lynne, aka World’s Loveliest Boss®, and recovering fashion designer, effused wildly about the sheer scale of it. And, the cherry on top of the sartorial sundae – the colours look great with my hair and skin tones. I also can’t remember the last time I wore this bracelet but it matches perfectly.
No, I am not ashamed of using the M-word; Matchy Unto Death yo.
As promised I have documented each of the outfits I’ve worn in the shop this week, (this time without hitting the delete button by mistake), and will be sharing them with you over the next few days. Meanwhile here’s Prince Dweezil, fresh from a recent health scare. Long story short: no, that wasn’t a pre-cancerous lesion on his nose, merely a deeply embedded scab that refused to fall off for weeks. That’s another bullet dodged in a fifteen year career of dicing with death then. (Highlights include falling arse first out of a thirty-five foot tree into my arms, walking into and right to the back of a removal van headed for fuck knows where, and having to be yanked out of my downstairs neighbour’s chimney breast – bellowing and covered in coal dust – by the tail).