Vintage purple hair scarf - gift from Curtise
Rainbow scarf - Knitted by me
Black swing jacket - made by me
Brooch - was Dorothy's
Purple top - retail
Lilac lace belt - ebay
Long black gloves - retail
Rose quartz and clear quartz bracelet - made by me
Navy polka dot skirt - made by me
I went into town with Andy today, resplendent in glittery welly boots as it was absolutely pouring with rain and my two pairs of ballet flats have holes in the soles, my black heels, well the heel fell off of one and my teal t-bars have baggy elastic attaching the buckles. This makes me sad. So, I went in my wellies.
We had to go to Andy's late aunt Dorothy's flat and I wanted to drop my shoes in to the cobbler, for I am shoeless.
Of course the rain stopped once we were right in town and Andy had urged me to take a brolly.
I don't like brollies.
I like parasols but brollies are cumbersome and blow about and inside out and then I have to carry them about.
So I was lumbered with a brolly and wearing wellies which I was advised to buy a size bigger than my usual shoe size so that I could wear socks with them (welly boots are not the warmest of footwear). I was not wearing socks so spent my time slopping about in too big boots.
We got about two minutes from Dorothy's flat and realised we didn't have the door keys.
So Andy went on his way to work and I went to the cobbler. My black shoes were put in to be re-heeled and I asked about the elastic attaching the buckle to my teal heels. £5.50. Per shoe. I left with them in my bag and despite the man ahead of me in the queue paying on collection of his shoes, they made me pay up front for the reheeling. Booooo! That depleted my money somewhat.
So now I had a brolly and a pair of shoes to lug about as I slopped about in my ginormous wellies.
Then a man almost ran me over outside the Sue Ryder shop. The lady in Superdrug liked my hair and I saw the ridiculously cute German Shepherd pup I had made friends with three weeks earlier.
I also had no money left for cake.
And that was that.
Unheard of for me, I have been music free for the past month as first I wasn't in the music mood (feeling too blue to even try and cheer myself up with music) and then when I was in the mood, my twenty year old hifi switched itself off and refused to switch back on again. Upon investigation, it wasn't the plug fuse that had gone, it was an internal fuse which had blown. Thankfully the postie just delivered a new one (they don't sell them in town). Last night I uttered a sentence I never thought I would ever say, "I hope my fuse comes tomorrow." So I'm hoping the problem can be rectified as easily as changing a fuse.