Never let it be said that I don't know the meaning of appropriate dressing.
Tonight I'm off for a proper Black Country night out, a skinful of real ale in the pub followed by a curry, so I'm wearing leopard print platforms and a chiffon party dress featuring the most apt of prints, scenes from the Moghul empire (hope the chaps in the curry house appreciate it).
I first saw this on a dress the lovely Margaret had for sale but sadly it was beyond my slender means, so imagine my excitement when the very same thing was hanging in Baklash's bargain basement on Friday. You thought that was an errant firework? Nah, that was the sound of me shrieking from Nottingham.
Here's some more appropriate dressing, me in another Baklash bargain, shopping in a very empty looking Lidl yesterday.
|1960s Seventh Heaven lurex midi worn with Wetherall of Bond Street cape (YMCA charity shop, £4.95, 2006), my Grandma's carpet bag and some £1 platforms from the car boot sale|
Don't worry, I'm not some kind of diva type celeb who insists shops close so I won't be bothered by the public, it's just that I'm standing in the canned vegetable aisle, the snacks and booze shelves are far more popular in Walsall.
Ever fancied joining us on a blogger day out? Grab yourself a pint and watch the video Serena sneakily made of us on Friday. You'll shop till you drop and down cut price cocktails in Wetherspoons without having to spend a penny or get your hair wet.
Right, I'm off to the pub. Hope there's India Pale Ale on the beer menu tonight. After two hours of my life wasted trying to get through to the Pensions Department I need a drink.
See you soon.