Rule 1: Always clash your stripes

I really hate this picture, which is perhaps why I have taken my sweet time in posting it.  Such frumpiness!  Today, a gentleman asked me if I was from San Francisco and then told me that the colours I was wearing reminded him of the hippie days in Haight Ashbury.   Somehow that made me feel even frumpier.  Here is a much better outfit incorporating the sweater.

I like this picture of me here on my lunch break, but I'm afraid it doesn't really give one a good idea at all of what I'm actually wearing. 

(an update of my nails as they chip away into a state of disrepute)

vulpes vulpes

So far this year most of what I've been wearing are things that I've owned forever (or at least things I owned at the time of the last wardrobe project).  We are now entering into new territory.
You may recognize this T-shirt from a certain store.  It comes in several colourways, but this fox one is undoubtably our most popular and keeps selling out every time we restock it.  I am told by the people who tell us these sort of things, that the fox is the animal of the moment (knocking the owl off it's perch as it were).  All I can say about this is "Hooray" - now I have a chance to stock up on some vulpine related gear.  I love foxes and I feel an almost proprietorial interest in the species having spent my later teenage years playing in a sort of fox related punk band.

As you can see, my photography skills have not really improved over the last four years.  I spent far too long here trying to get the lighting right and the colours to look accurate and I think at this point the frustration is showing.  Let's talk about the outfit shall we.  The pink top is from Zara, green sweater as before, and the necklace is one of a growing number of "statement necklaces" I am acquiring from work.

This is my Cruella DeVille coat.  I have always thought of it as such and it was confirmed for me tonight by my Aunt S. when I turned up at her house and she exclaimed "You look like Cruella DeVille!!!".  I suppose I should've gotten rid of this coat long ago.  It's of the worst sort of fake fur, but I think that's what gives it a sort of punkyness that I love.  Now that I have joined the "woman of a certain age" category, perhaps I should give up this sort of sartorial shenanigans, but for the moment I think I can still pull this off without looking too ridiculous.

Hmm . . . I will have to do a little research in the archives on this one as I seem to recall wearing the exact same outfit  during the first wardrobe project.  These jeans are relatively new, so I guess it's not the "exact" same outfit.