Nothing went particularly well today – not in a disastrous way but in small piece of lamb roast caught in your molars way. That happens of course but it is irksome. Here I am sitting on the step getting my Friday night frock captured for posterity with my face a bit like fizz as my Gran would say.
What transpired prior to the photo being taken in order to put this look on my face?
It was not the dress although the dress was wrong in an offcentre not quite right sort of way – it is a midi length with the waist in a troublesome place. Putting a belt around my waist did not help. Since my answer to any outfit ills is to put on a wide belt (or bung on a waist cincher corset) this annoyed me.
Then there were the stockings. The stockings looked pretty darned good on the packet:
Once I put the stockings on, however, it became immediately apparent that these were not wide lace fishnets at all but their elder and breezier big cousin – wide lace whale nets.
It has been a wee bit chilly in Sydney. Far too chilly for big spaces in ones stockings. I decided in a Scottish granny moment that I was going to layer my whalenets over another plain pair of stockings to keep warm. In retrospect layering black on black was a bad idea.
Next time, the underlayer should be something a bit more interesting – purple maybe, or pink
The lack of waist on the dress and the stocking experimentation failure bothered me but neither of these things were the reason for the lemon sucking face that you see above.
That was caused by one simple statement followed by an even more simple question.
I am over your shoes
said my husband.
I really fail to see why you have to have so many
I could not think of a smart response and so I said nothing. I just glared.
Is there an answer to the question – why do you have to have so many pairs of shoes?
Worn for : Frocking Friday the Twentieth
Shoeper Shoe Challenge 27 0f 105