Not Quite Holiday Agony

 Hello & Welcome to a Kinder, Gentler, Holiday Me with all my Unsightly Rough Edges temporarily smoothed out.
Yes, I'm on the second week of a three week mid-year break which I won't be too smug to say that I've definitely earned.

So far, I've done the following things:
1. Cleaned my apartment. 
Clearly, I've been in such a state of Dirt Denial that I failed to notice the filth that was lurking everywhere.
Emptying the vacuum cleaner was quite a revelation. I wondered How I could have shed so much hair without exhibiting a bald patch?
But I must say that I took great comfort in remembering the words of that great English raconteur & eccentric, Quentin Crisp who once famously remarked that he stopped doing housework when he realised that after four years, 'the dirt doesn't get any worse'.
Quentin also said a nasty thing about holidays. He said that the most you can expect from them is a 'change of agony'. I must say that I don't agree with him even though I have spent rather a little too long cleaning.

But before I move on to the next picture, let me walk you through the first one.
Just because I am wearing a Giraffe Jacket, I am not trying to emulate one, although I do admire them & long to find a YouTube video of a baby giraffe sneezing. The scarf is Cashmere & it features a Roberto Cavalli print. I am so in love with Cashmere & would love to swan around completely swathed in it.
Sadly, I'll just have to content myself with the scarf. The shoes are by Robert Clergerie. I only bought them from 'Bednobs & Broomsticks' because I'm always bedazzled by Designer Labels.

 Things I've done so far (cont.)
2. Collecting Interesting Facts.
 Did you know that Florence Nightingale invented the Pie Chart?
Or that the Collective noun for Wombats is 'Wisdom of Wombats'?
 Who knew?
I'm wearing a 'Banana Republic' wrap dress & a David Lawrence jacket all from 'BednobsEtc'. But I think that the most outstanding thing about what I'm wearing is the door knocker necklace that I bought from 'Diva'.

 More things:
3. Culling clothes for the Annual Clothing Stall that the Ex-School Nurse & I were supposed to have at the Rozelle Markets on Sunday but didn't because it rained.
But we're such optimists we're trying again next Sunday.

In the picture above,I'm wearing an  outfit from the Flight Attendant Section of my Wardrobe. Everything, except for the red lining in the sleeves of the Ralph Lauren jacket from the Salvation Army Depot in Thousand Oaks California is Navy Blue, a colour that I totally love & I'm not sure why. Perhaps because it shrieks Wealthy Dowager, a look that I aspire to.

 Even more things:

4. Watching Mad Men Season 6 at my usual Sunday Nite dinner .
To add to our Viewing Excitement, each one of my regular guests has  a character as their Avatar - you know, a character that most resembles themselves perhaps in a Slightly Hidden way. I don't mind confessing that my Avatar is Pete Campbell, a shortish character prone to making dreadful choices & then throwing tantrums when absolutely nothing goes his way, who the creators of the show have decided is going bald even though the actor who plays Campbell isn't.
Currently, his hair looks like a cut sandwich which is not the reason why he's my Avatar.

Above, I'm wearing what can only be described as A Brave Choice. A grey Country Road dress featuring figure-flaw-concealing drapery at the front teamed with a pink Toy Chanel jacket. I've carried the Pink theme, which screams, Elderly Barbie, \over to the bangles. The largish one has text on it that says, 'Well behaved women rarely make history'.
Someone gave it to me as a gift possibly to spur me on to something or other.

 More Things:

5. Going to the accountant to finally get my tax done after years of pretending that I was a child & didn't have tax to do.
I went today. I was so nervous as I'd imagined that the Tax Office was going to fine me thousands & I would have to sell everything & move into a granny flat at the end of someone's garden in an outer suburb. I was in such a tizz that I forgot to bring my tax file number & had to go home & get it after I'd scored such a magnificent parking spot almost right outside the office.
Bob, the accountant was ancient, had a persistently weepy eye that he said was caused by medication that he was taking & wrote painstakingly in longhand which I found charming.
I won't go into the gruesome details, but I nearly wept with joy when I discovered I wasn't going to be fined anything, & I only had a small sum to pay which I could pay off in monthly instalments.
Who knew that the Tax Office was so kind & forgiving?
I almost, but not quite, feel that I've been let out of jail.

Above, I'm wearing an coatdress from Bednobs that I teamed with a green bejewelled crucifix that a nasty person said made me look like a Christian Lacroix Wannabe. How cruel. 
Do you know that I only learnt how to pronounce 'Lacroix' correctly from watching an episode of 'Absolutely Fabulous'? Before then, I just called him La Crow.

Must get back to My Holiday. See you v. soon.