I had my winter legs on - unshaven, since I didn't expect them to be on display for the next six months at least, and deathly white. I like to call it the Mr Tumnus look, but I fear it won't catch on.
Oh and covered in scratches, courtesy of our kitten Charley scrambling up my legs with those baby claws out...
Can't be too cross with him though. Look at him!
So this is all by way of explaining the frock-over-trousers affair I'm wearing.
1960s floral print dress (vintage fair), white linen trousers (ancient), Art Company wedges (favourites), bangles, sunnies and flower (charity shopped), 1970s beaded bag (flea market), leg hair (unseen, grew it myself).
You will be relieved to know I have since rectified the situation, and slapped on a wee bit of fake tan to take the blueish edge off the pins. Just in case you were wondering.
Had a lovely morning chatting with pals, as I often do on a Friday, then a quick charity shop dash, where there was nothing really inspiring, but I did find;
Bright pink opaques, £1. Ready for when the legs need covering again.
Cleavage enhancer, £2. Hahahaha! Not for me, that would be ridiculous. They will be a prize next time the girls and I do the pub quiz. The quiz is so difficult, we never win. By way of consolation, we have a little lucky dip of prizes which we bring along ourselves, and whoever gets the most correct answers wins the lot!
Hope all you lovelies have a hot'n'happy weekend!