It is nite. Winter is barely holding on by a thread. Can it last until the end of the month, I wonder? Fat Chance. I'll be lucky to get another week out of it.
Why is she so keen to hang on to winter, you may ponder?
The answer is simple: Ugg Boots made from Toy Sheepskin.
Since donning The Ugg, my feet have never felt so Smugly Cozy in their lives. And I can totally understand why women through the ages have been willing to wear something that make their feet look like Giant Cow's Hooves. Or are they called Feet? I never know the technical terms for anything.
Clearly I'm not wearing them in the photos above which is a Shame. But you see, My Uggs are more of a Private Indulgence than for Public Display.
The top photo is me on the weekend standing next to a rather nattily tied bag of garbage. I've carried the nattiness across to the natty tying of the scarf which features Picasso's 'Weeping Woman', or at least one of them. Didn't he make a whole truckload of women weep?
The next photo was taken today of course beside the whiteboard.
Both outfits were designed to show off a Newly Thrifted from 'BednobsEtc' Item. Can you see what Both Outfits Share?
Yes, its the belt. I'm totally obsessed with it. It ticks all the right boxes- heavy fake gold chain , pearls & love hearts. Its the sort of thing that Sharon Stone would have worn in 'Casino', not that I've ever seen it. But I imagine she might have worn it.
I'm going to try & wear the belt every day for the rest of the week. And its only Tuesday.
What a challenge! But can I rise to it? Stay tuned to find out.
Yesterday afternoon I found a notice in my letter box informing me that I had something to pick up from the Post Office. As usual, I immediately became gripped with fear as my first impulse is to always imagine the worst. Perhaps a registered letter informing me of imminent legal proceedings over an unpaid bill? Or a dead parrot sent by a Disgruntled Friend?
By the time I reached the end of the line at the Post Office I was a mess.
Imagine my glee when I discovered that it was a parcel full of jewels from Thousand Oaks California sent not by a Disgruntled Friend, but a Caring Friend. Marge. And I'd never seen brightly coloured Bubble Wrap before!
The jewels all came from 'Diva', my totally favourite shop in the world, which now has branches in the US.
Marge knows my penchant for wearing what I like to call 'Cuffs', one on each wrist, which is the only way to wear them in my view. What a shame she didn't manage to get two of the bright pink one at the front.
You may also note some extraordinarily long dangly earrings. I'm not sure about them because I don't want people to laugh at me behind my back, although I've always said that I don't care a toss what people say about me as long as they're nice to my face.
Perhaps I'll be brave & wear them tomorrow along with my Sharon Stone belt.
I do so love finding furniture & other household items in the street. Sadly, it doesn't happen often enough for my liking. But perhaps I'm greedy.
So, it was with no small degree of delight that I recently discovered this smart little padded chair outside my apartment building . It only had three legs but luckily I discovered the missing one only metres away. But its not exactly like the other three. Can you notice?
Anyway, I glued it on with white glue that goes clear when dry. And then I placed a pair of 'Ferragamo' stilettos that I recently purchased for fifteen bucks at 'BednobsEtc' on the seat. I'm not sure if shoes can be considered an appropriate decorative item. But its the only way I'm going to get my money's worth out of them because they're just too high to wear. Again, I don't want people to be pointing & sneering at me as I totter down the hill to school.
And here's another new Decorative Touch in the entrance hallway. Or perhaps I could call it a Foyer. Hermes, Louis Vuitton, Gucci & Paul Smith carry bags. A Givenchy shoe box. Most of them came out of the Recycled Bin in my building. Gosh, people must be loaded.
I'm not a bit jealous because I'm sure I wouldn't have liked anything of things that were originally inside the bags/boxes anyway.