It's like this, see.
I got this amazeballs new 70's coat from my darling Curtise, (pure polyester,o yes!) and I just had to wear it with this fabularsehole black paisley on red 60's frock to go to band practice on Saturday night......
Which, incidentally, turned into a shambles, due to our new drummers bright idea of making us tequila sunrises.
Apparently, pink vomit is the result of too many of these.
I'm pleased it wasn't me who found that out!
Anyways, I am obsessed with my new coat (thank you sweetheart!), and it fits so beautifully, and ticks all my boxes....
Note armadillos in the cocktail cabinet, on the left.
We got these in Oaxaca a few years back, and just minutes later G was vomiting in the street.
Funny how it all connects.
One minute I'm talking about tequila sunrises and pink vomit, the next about armadillos and more vomit.
(I don't know what colour it was)
I guess Mexico is the link.
Hmmmm, too much Midsomer Murders?!
G wasn't drinking tequila sunrises, incidentally.
'Twas a dodgy lunch that we'd shared about an hour before, and oddly I wasn't affected!
Which was great, as I went on to do more shopping whilst G staggered back to our hotel room.
I have them.
Rather old case-Trade Me
Brooch-made it myself
Cocktail hat-Madame Butterfly's, my local vintage shop.
I've tried to fix that link in yesterdays post again; sorry if you haven't been able to get to it!
Me + technology=occasional fail.