FL was awake most of the night, chuckling to himself (20 dexamethasone tablets will do that to a guy).
So I used the time to devise my Day Two outfit. Except when I got up (late, because I was still tired) the outfit-of-dreams turned out to be a big fat FAIL.
I was trying to find a way to wear one of my earliest self-stitched tops, blogged here.
I thought I could rescue it from oblivion by wearing it tucked in to my new 1940's trousers. I thought it might look a bit like Casey's Armistice blouse.
What was I thinking? Other than a square neckline and a lace trim, the two garments have absolutely NOTHING in common!
(But hey - that's "my" dotted swiss that Casey used! I still have some in the stash! I could copy her! Hold onto that thought, Roo!)
So blind panic ensued and I ended up wearing a well-loved combination: my South Riding blouse with my Audrey cardigan, and then added the new 1940's trousers instead of my usual green Bellas.
Actually, that's a lie - I started with the trousers because they were already on. All eight tight-holed buttons were ON and weren't coming off any time soon and I was LATE!
So here we have it: MMJ Day Two. The day in which I was late for work because I could not undo my trousers. Sigh.
What I wore:
South Riding Blouse, blogged here
Audrey-in-Unst cardigan, blogged here
Eva dress 1940's trousers, blogged here
Fly London black wedged shoes (not pictured)
What was missing?
A good night's sleep.
The shoes didn't look or feel right. Ideally, I would have worn my towering tan wedges... but I didn't hem the trousers with those shoes in mind, so the hems would have been flapping up round my ankles. Poop. I was scared to wear my two-tone shoes again in case they ate my heels, as they did last time I tried to wear them two days running.
Do I need to buy another pair of shoes? Or find a way to adjust the turn-ups from day to day?
At the moment they are catch-stitched (at flat-shoe-length) at the inner and outer leg seams.
I am, however, pleased to report that by the end of the day my buttons were operating smoothly.
Singing in the car?
All For You by Imelda Mae