No Monday morning miseries for me, I managed an hour of on-line chat with my darling Helga AND had an email from the gorgeous Debbie Harry lookalike, Desiree at Pull Your Socks Up. My oldest friend Liz also popped by for a mini-sewing session, hurrah for girlfriends!
|Dress (£7 Glastonbury Festival), Boots (£20 Miss Selfridge sale), Pom Pom headband (Courtesy by the uber-talented, Alex)|
As I was in such a cheerful mood I dug out this vintage dress bought for £7 at the Glastonbury Festival in a cider-induced daze. Surprisingly for drunken shopping even sobered up I still quite like it, especially worn with this fabulous pom pom headband that the fabulous Alex handmade for me as a surprise.
My hilarious virtual pal, That's Not My Age is discussing long hair on middle-aged women on her (Guardian recommended) blog today. What do you think? Personally, I'm happy to be a middle-aged, long-haired chick. I was subjected to the Purdy cut when I was 11 and was talked into a shoulder length chop at 25. What an idiot, I hated myself with short hair. A guy I fancied actually accused me of "selling out" by having short hair. I was so miserable I wore a pony tail for eighteen months.
Want to see what else I got up to in addition to second-hand shopping, eating and drinking over the weekend?
Check out my guest post over on the lovely Liz at Rose & Bird's blog.