frills and froth

Hurrah! I handed in the deadly assignment and as time progresses, I only want to tear off my skin a tiny bit whenever  I think about it.

So, I'm now onto the next thing, namely my birthday. I shall be thirty four. Thats mid thirties. How did that happen, yadda yadda.

Anyway, I've given up on being a size zero for the big day, and am instead concentrating on my next and newest fascination: 

and:

I don't think I've gone Rockabilly, and I did live in docs for about 5 years (though mine were steel toe-capped babies, these are positively dainty by comparison.)

I think its more of a retrospective homage to my fashion favourites of years gone by. That swishy skirt and boot combo I wore when I was five, and have revisited in various forms ever since. I wonder what my 84th birthday vision will be.

I must be growing into myself, because I am far less interested in how this will look to the viewing public, and much more interested in what I will see when I look down at my feet, and how I will feel when I twizzle around.

I think this is my version of The Outfit. Some people go for the fairytale wedding dress, some go for sparkly shimmer. Some are a vision in Prada or Chanel.

I love the idea of a cheeky glimpse of red swirls under a demure black dress, and the sturdy shock of a rock solid boot on a woman who is still playing dress up.