I had good old sexacious Tom Jone's "She's a lady" on the brain all day Friday.
Anything to do with Tom and his dulcet tones is a good thing.
I once missed an opportunity to meet him in about 1991...I was passed out in Hagley Park after a gig with an old band of mine called Nunsfart that deteriorated into an allnighter on acid and booze and a pleasant enough young man.......not the sort of thing I could cope with at all in my dotage!
I have no idea how I managed it then, frankly!
I do like a quieter life nowadays.
Anyways, the reason I had this song on my brain was due to my rather ladylike outfit, which went down quite well at work.
I was told I looked chic, and like a retro air hostess on leave.....
I'll take those compliments and run, thank you very much!
Just as well, really, as I spent all day in a mild tizz after looking down and realising ,my tights were the wrong shade of red and didn't match my jacket and bow at all......
I really was quite vexed.
Frock-50's, Trade Me
Crinoline, underneath and inseen-50's, Etc Vintage, a local vintage shop
Red jacket-my sistercousinwife Sarah. It was a blazer, a modern chain store brand, but I cropped the body and sleeves, changed the button, and am rather pleased with the result!
Coat-60's/70's, from my lovely Wellington friend Brenda (hello darling!)
Handbag-60's, from a vintage shop on East Burnside, Portland
Velvet tuxedo bow and 60's clip on earrings-from my sistercousinwife
Red, white and cream beads-a market in Wellington (must see if I can brighten up the cream with some baking soda) and nazy beads opshopped last week.
Another earthquake flattened site beautified with graffiti!