So: I'm not dead. Promise. Though I wouldn't blame you for thinking it. How long has it been since I posted last? A month? Two?! Not dead, but quite the opposite: busy with life. I've been working around the clock and painting like a madwoman and attempting to have some semblance of a social life in between. Same old story. i have been wearing the same clothes to work over and over, and when I have the blissful experience of staying at home, I generally wear lace slips and pyjamas. I am not exactly a sartorial marvel lately.
And, well, I'm getting tired. Being on the go for so long is starting to take its toll, and I am ready for a holiday. A HOLIDAY!
Anyway, while chasing that elusive social life of mine, I went to a friend's exhibition opening last Thursday, clad in this:
This is me, kicking around my garden.
I wore my new Steve Madden oxfords. I have been stalking them online for a while, drooling on my keyboard while trying to decide on a colourway. I finally chose pale pink - quelle surprise - and ta da! Shoe heaven.
Also, my arm is cut off in the close-up photograph because I was flipping off my boyfriend at the time. Not terribly charming, I know. But hey, I'm smiling. I don't know if I've ever done that on this blog before. I have teeth!
I am wearing:
• 1950's red satin 'Dynasty' shirtwaist dress, made in Hong kong.
• Pleather vintage biker jacket, bought in Shag on Oxford St.
• Voodoo cotton herringbone tights.
• Steve Madden pink oxfords.
• 1980's Ray-Ban wayfarers.