I'm having quite the case of fizzy brain this week.
This occurs when I am obsessing over things........such as knowing I need to get organised and pack for a few days away, wanting to buy 14 squillion square dance frocks (my current passion) and trying to rein myself in, getting down with a Mexican cooking frenzy followed by watching Rick Stein in Asia and then needing to have a Thai cooking frenzy as well, but worried about what might happen if the two should accidentally meet on the plate .......and also when I am stressed over a ridiculous work issue, fretting about whether or not the neighbours are going to have yet another mid week party and wondering why the feck is Miss Peepers meeping at me?!
My brain, it fizzles.
Really it does!
I'm sure it will all sort itself out; it's usually the way!
Thank goodness for my happy lush place in the interim!
I am interested to see that whilst most of you feel tricksy about dining at posh restaurants, some of you actively enjoy it!
I'm not sure that I ever could really feel comfortable in such places, especially considering that I am a cheap tart, but I'm willing to give it a another try!
Frock and cardi-opshopped
Belt-thrifted in New Mexico
Vanity case as handbag-60's, opshopped
60's necklace and earrings-opshopped
Bow-Japantown, San Francisco
Sunglasses-a vintage shop in Portland
Shoes-70's, a gift
Slip of indeterminate vintage, barely seen-from the sexacious Desiree