I suppose you could say that I've been a bit slack on outfit posts this year. But I'm trying! This was what I wore the other day whilst walking out to the bus stop to go up and see the boy. Quite the disaster really. I was running late and only had time to half-'flip' my hair. But because I am a bit of a day-dreamer I forgot to put the spray in to set it. By the time I took this photo my half done hair had half fallen out anyway. But that is not at all what made this outfit disastrous.
These here that I'm wearing are the shoes that were shown in this last post. They are black patent heels with a cute sixties looking block heel. I have been wearing them about the house lately to break 'em in, and thought that I had successfully done so as I was no longer experiencing any pain. Thus, I decided to wear them out, along with my new houndstooth dress, a vintage green scarf, vintage purse and my sweet little 'Marianne' glasses in my groovy new case. Whilst walking out I felt quite fabulous (despite my heckish hair-do). But halfway there I felt something strange. I looked down and to my complete surprise my feet were covered from heel to toe in blood. Guess I had quite a misjudgment there. What a dill I am. Unluckily having no tissues nor bandaids in my purse, which I usually carry with me all the time, I had to hobble to the nearest 7/11 looking like I'd just stepped out from not only a gruesome crime scene, but one from 45 years ago. What a sight I must have been!