This outfit is from last Saturday, and consists of, wait for it, a 50s-style skirt and, OMG, it’s a bardot-neck top! The Usual, in other words.
Now, obviously there’s absolutely nothing I can say about this outfit that I haven’t already said about all of the other, near-identical, versions of it I’ve worn in the past, so aside from noting that my skirt is only hiked up like that because I’d been sitting in the car, and not because of some strange deformity in either me or the skirt, I thought I’d use this post to give you a quick update on some of the other things I’ve mentioned recently, and then forgotten all about. Because I know you care.
So! In no particular order…
… is still mysterious. What it is NOT, however, is a candle-holder, as previously advertised. I don’t actually know WHY we thought it was a candle-holder, actually. Well, I mean, I know why I thought it was a candle-holder: I thought it because Terry told me that’s what it was, and my feeble brain didn’t bother to question that “fact”. Why did TERRY think it was a candle-holder? No idea. It isn’t, though: or not unless you happen to have a very, very thin candle, anyway. So we reckon it’s just an ornament of some kind: upon closer inspection, the angel/cherub thing appears to be a cupid, so I don’t know, maybe some kind of Valentine’s gift? Who knows. As you can probably tell from this, we’ve done absolutely nothing to try and find out more about The Mysterious Thing: everyone we’ve shown it to has shared our opinion that it is neither old nor valuable, so, well, it’s still sitting on the kitchen window, probably casting some kind of evil spell over the street. With that said, we’re all still alive, so at least it hasn’t killed us in our sleep. Unless, of course, it HAS killed us in our sleep, and it’s actually The Mysterious Thing writing this post, and just pretending to be me. That photo was taken over a week ago, after all… ANYTHING could have happened in that time. < insert evil laugh here >
Oh, and so far the leading theory is Sue’s one, in which soil is brought in from elsewhere by the builders, and cupid just so happens to be in it. We think this is the most likely explanation, although it obviously doesn’t preclude the cherub being possessed, so it still could be writing this.
… is still, er, consigning. Or as far as I know, anyway. I had to drive past it last weekend, though (Actually, no I didn’t: I was driven past it, against my will…) and sure enough, there was my skirt in the window. Seriously, it was all I could do not to shout, “STOP THE CAR!” and then run in and buy it back off them. It’s a good thing the store was closed at the time. Once I’d gotten over the horror of seeing MY CLOTHES hanging up in someone’s window, however, all I could think was, “WHY HAS NO ONE BOUGHT MY SKIRT?” What’s wrong with it? What’s wrong with ME? Are MY clothes not good enough, huh? HUH?
…. turned out to be much over-rated. I know, none of us could’ve seen THAT one coming, could we? The skirt I initially altered is still going strong, but I’m afraid subsequent projects have been much less successful, and, in fact, are waiting to be un-picked and then put back together again by my mum. Just like that time in Home Ec! My mum’s going to try to show me where I’m going wrong this time, so I can try to improve, and, in time, become the finest needlewoman in the North, but honestly, I’m bored just writing about it, so it looks like my career as a seamstress is over before it even began. Shocker, I know.
With that said, I DID take up a pair of trousers last night, and the result would only look a bit rough to someone who was approximately the height of my ankles, so there’s still hope. People will praise my “dainty hand” yet!
Aaand, I think that’s you up to date on the exciting happenings chez moi. Can you tell nothing much happened this week?