You will be happy to know that my feet were fully recovered by the time I started getting ready to go out for teppanyaki!
I most certainly was!
This is what I wore:
There's a pair of stonkingly high glittery gold heels under there!
Sadly, pix weren't quite up to scratch for an entire post.
Isn't the frock divoon, however?!
It was from the sexacious Desiree, and I SQUEEED extensively when I pulled it out of the parcel!
I'm so pleased (and amazed) I didn't arse over down these stairs; I was exceptionally drunk by this point.
Anyways, this outfit is what I wore the night before, when we went out with friend and bandmate Nix for pizza and to see a couple of foxy wenches perform down at The Brewery.
Frock-shortened 80's heaven from beautiful Lucy
Bag-30's, off some website
Sunglasses-Wasteland, San Francisco
60's clip on earrings-darling Kitty
Beads-the sexacious Desiree
Here's a little story:
On Friday evening, before we went out, I decided to paint my toenails.
I don’t usually do it myself, I’m bloody useless, can’t keep within the lines, so G does it for me.
He was flitting about, and I didn’t want to bother him, so I went for it with some lemon Barry M nail varnish. 2 coats, not too bad. Then I decided to do a layer of what I thought was clear with red glitter…it was red with red glitter…o, well, so now I have red toenails rather than yellow with red glitter.
Then I promptly gauged a chunk off it off my left big toenail.
I may the girliest of girls, being into frocks, handbags, pink, blah blah……but I just cannot get to grips with the girliness of painting my toenails.
In fact, I never even bother with my fingernails.
I don’t ever go to the hairdressers. I hardly ever buy much makeup or hair crap.
Maybe I’m not so girly after all?!
Or am I just low maintenance?!
O, I covered the messy hole on my toe with a bindi…….sorted!