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 evercould 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
We did something unusual for us on Thursday night....we went out for dinner to a rather poncey flash restaurant called King of Snake.....so poncey flash, we weren't even sure they'd let us in!!!
I'm not especially comfortable at fancy, fashionable places.They tend to view drunken rolling about on the floor antics with distaste.
We usually prefer small, reasonably priced suburban restaurants, our current favourite being Hammersley's Thai around the corner; despite the weird name, it currently serves what we think is the best Thai in town!
An old friend was in town, and another friend had arranged the dinner in her honour, so I threw on my new optical delusional frock and flounced on into the city!
Feck me, the place was chocka (that means full, or packed in Kiwi lingo!) with noisy punters, all of whom, it seemed, had to have a good gawk as we walked in....I was duly admired, therefore I deemed the place worthy of my presence...........!!!
It took frigging ages to get drinks, so frigging long I only managed two all night...and the meals also took forever to arrive......... but the friendly staff and the incredible meals we finally received made up for it!
Frock-50's, Lulaverse (truly the sweetest seller, and one of few I am happy to promote!)
Jacket-my friend Brenda (hello blossom! I love lurid lurex!)
Handbag-60's vanity case, opshopped
Lacey headpiece-my friend Claire makes wedding frocks for a living, this is an offcut that I hot glued a hairclip to. Sparkle!