What a day! Down at the public swimming baths at 8.30am this morning one of the young lifeguards looked my bikini clad figure up and down and declared me to be "F**king fit." Round these parts "fit" is a euphemism for being hot so I dived into the pool feeling very pleased with myself.
After my swim I wandered around town determined to stop spending, however out of the corner of my eye I spotted this rather fabulous velvet trimmed frock in the window of the local St Giles Hospice shop, the sleeve had a flourish which I knew to be something special and lo and behold, it was.
Two Jean Varon frocks in eight days, the charity shop gods are certainly smiling on me.
|Sorry about the demented smile, this is what I look like before a drink!|
Finally we've had a call to tell us that our favourite Gujarati restaurant is reopening this evening and we're invited to the party. Bhangra, Bacardi and Bengan-e-Bahar here I come!
|Jean Varon frock, 1950's Goldette pendant (both charity shop finds), Great-Grandmother's carpet bag.|