On Saturday evening we popped over to visit Justine and shoot the breeze, talk some shit, yadda yadda.
When I was throwing on my coat to leave at about 10:30pm, she asked me "do you ever get sick of it, dressing up?"
I replied with an emphatic NO!, but then realised that I was lying through my teeth.
I don't get "sick of it" as such, but sometimes I can't be bothered......but it's so routine that even when I can't be bothered I find myself frocked up to kill anyways!
Here's an example.
I couldn't go out in the evening without a costume change, but I couldn't really be bothered, nor did I have the time after our mate Si stopped round and got yapping, to have a shower and start over, so I simply changed my frock and handbag, and threw on a big coat!
Frock-60's, Recycle Boutique, Wellington
Sunday was a different story!
I had an appointment to have the dagger tattoo on my right arm redone, as it is over 20 years old and pretty faded, and frocked up in a pale blue 60's two piece........when I got home, I had a few wines, as you do, and then just before G and I were going to nip out and take some pix, I promptly threw my wine all over myself.
So I changed into this:
Spot my pussy!
60's two piece-Vix , ages ago!
Handbag-vintage Rex, gifted
Tights-opshopped on Saturday, the only thing I found!
Hairbow-made by moi
These fab clip on earrings were from Kitty
They don't go at all!
Did you notice that I'm not colour co-ordinated to within an inch of my life?!
The stars on my temple are courtesy of my tattooists daughter!
And here I am beavering away on that new frock......I wasn't too sozzled, although it did take me 3 goes to get the side zip in!
I'm rather lazy and usually use invisible zips, but I decided to use an old brown taped metal zip from my stash, so I had to remember how to put a normal zip in!
It's a bit messy, but I'm the only one who will see it, so too bad!
And that, darlings, was my Sunday.
I was early to bed with a book, and was gently rolled around by a 5.5 quakey, which made me sleepy......