Monthly Archives: February 2011

52 Sad Songs

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Has anyone else read I Hate Myself and I Want to Die:  The 52 most depressing songs you’ve ever heard (by Tom Reynolds)?  No?  The book was published in 2005 and I happened upon it in a stack of coffee table reads in record store,  Fopp a short while after.  Let’s be honest. I couldn’t not buy it.  I was quite convinced at the time that this was a book, the book I should have written.  Why, doesn’t Tom Reynolds know that I am Carrie Tragic?  The mistress of melancholy?  The dj of darkness and musical instigator of feelings of despair and impending doom?  Jeez Louise…

Anyway, as it turned out, this book wasn’t really my book.   I was a bit disappointed to find that I (the above mentioned queenie of the weepy) only knew 20-odd of the 52 songs catalogued and of those, I didn’t really agree that many were indeed, the most depressing songs I’d ever heard.  Whitney Houston?  Evanescence?  Man…  Not even touching the tip of my tuneful iceberg of depression, heartbreak and discontent! And you know what was worse?  Not a single Hank Williams song made it onto the list.  Imagine!  Should say though – it was a smashing little Sunday afternoon read all the same.

So.  This morning, while I was getting dressed (well, I say ‘getting dressed’ – I was hauling on one of Beardy’s shirts and my paint stained, 10 year old Levis) a sad song I’d loved but hadn’t heard in a while came on the ol’ wireless.  Then – that song made me think of another and so my brain went on, recollecting terribly sad, sad songs I’d temporarily forgotten about. Or maybe blocked out? Ha.

Now, as was the case with me and the list Tom Reynolds compiled in his book, these ditties (if we can give them such a chirpy name) might not be to your taste, but I bet your boots you’ll recognise ‘em as fleekin’ sad.  Depressing even.  Tragic sometimes.  Certainly emotive.  Brace yourself for the first instalment of musical melancholy from Carrie -  Not the Kind of Girl You’d Marry (not least because of the contents of her record collection).  I don’t want to send y’all rattling down a black hole of ill health and mental fragility or anything.  No, no.  We want happy, healthy brains please.  But you might want to let out a wee mutter of, “Jeezoh…  Yer kiddin’ me on.  That’d bring a tear tae a glass eye…” or some such. Grab a stiff gin, pop your headphones on and enjoy!

1.  Mercury Rev – Tonight It Shows

(This is the song that came to mind this morning)

2.  Camera Obscura – The Blizzard

I’d only ever heard the Jim Reeves version of this song until Clare sneaked this onto our Christmas shopping soundtrack at The Maisonette.  A lovely cover.  There I was, in the shop,  drying my eyes discreetly as happy customers enjoyed the festivities!

3.  Donovan – The Little Tin Soldier.

My sister, ever the jester, tormented me with this song as a child.  Even the opening chords are enough to send me into a teary stuper even now.

4.  Hank Snow – Nobody’s Child

Hmmm?  What was that?  “Oh jeezoh…  Yer kiddin’ me on?  That’d bring a tear tae a glass eye?”  You betcha.

5.  David Gray – Shine

A tear-jerking classic from the days when David Gray could elicit a goosebump even in the very first line of a song! I first heard it in 1998/1999 when my other sister (who also enjoys poking fun at the lack of control I have over my tear ducts) took me to see David Gray at King Tut’s.  If you were there, I was the idiot bawling uncontrollably in the corner.

6.  Bright Eyes – Landlocked Blues

Which leads  seamlessly to this gem from King of Angst, Conor Oberst.  I hadn’t heard this song before either until I was watching a live performance from the balcony of The Debating Chamber in Glasgow University (with my sister of course).  Yup.  I was the sniffling, snotty mess weeping into my plastic pint glass.  You’d think I would have learned to hold it in!  ou’d think she might have learned to pre-warn me.  Weepy alert!

Ok – just one more before I need to go and blow my nose.

7.  The Longpigs – On and On

Oh Lordy…  This one I couldn’t even bare to listen to between  1996 and well, now I guess.  Bubble. Snort. Sniffle.

We’ll ‘enjoy’ (?!) another instalment of Sad Songs again soon.  In the meantime, send requests, share stories and start compiling your own Top 52 Saddest Songs You’ve Ever Heard.

Hmm… Pinteresting!

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Uh-oh. I have a new obsession…

This is the new Pinterest page for Carrie Not The Kind of Girl You’d Marry.

Although I haven’t yet fully grasped the full function and potential of Pinterest (or maybe I have – I’m not sure!), I pretty much understand it to be a personalised series of online pinboards – a place to gather inspiration, to virtually ‘collect’ pretty things and to visually organise and share thoughts and ideas.  I love it.

So far, I have collected 50-odd ‘pins’ (pictures) and have organised them into a series of pinboards including one for interiors, one for fashion & beauty and one for ‘things that made me go wheeep!’

My Made in the Shade partner in craft,  Clare,  has a Pinterest account too and I have to say, the gal got an eye for a beautiful object or two (like we didn’t know that already…).  I’d love for you to come join in the pinning fun!  Once you’ve signed up, come find me here.

Books As Art

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Whirrrrrrrrrrr…  D-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d! A-wheeeeeeeeeeee!

Power tools sure are loud suckers aren’t they?  Never one to appreciate the DIY noises that occasionally emanate from my neighbours’ houses (usually at some stupid hour on a Saturday morning), I’ve always been a little bit afraid of power tools.  Gruesome machines, every last one of ‘em looks like it’s designed specifically to mame and torture*.  Tile cutter?  Sodding thing could have your hand off.  Electric sander?  Surely set to whip the skin right off your forehead.  Even a drill – heck, even an electric screwdriver gives me the heeby jeebies!  However…  Since the Nesting Project to do  list is a lengthy one and since some jobs that need doing on there involve the inevitable use of the dreaded power tool, I thought I best get a (real strong, unwavering) grip and face my fear.  Under the watchful eye, I managed to hang not one – but three little shelves (I stuck them all together to make one big long, narrow shelf).

*No limbs were lost in the progress of this mini Nesting Project.

Drilling into the walls of a tenement really is a messy ol' business. I was not a fan of the red and black crap that fell out of my wall. Bleugh.

Tightening up the last screw on the last segment of the book shelf...

Et voila! Our new book display shelf. It stayed up and everything!

South Bank Signs

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A few years ago, Beardy and I took a trip to London for a couple of days.  I relived my musical youth as we pottered along the South Bank.  When I was at school (and for a little while afterwards), I was a member of an early music consort called Flat Pavan.  I pure loved Flat Pavan.  Every summer (well, just about every summer), we travelled to London to perform in the final stages of the  National Festival of Music for Youth.  We played in The Royal Festival Hall, in The Queen Elizabeth Hall and even in The Royal Albert Hall.  One summer, when I was too old to perform with the group anymore, I took some work experience with the festival organisers and spent my days running after invigilators with jugs of iced water and directing coach loads of teens through concrete stairwells.  I remember those times fondly!

Beardy emailed this pic out of the blue just the other day.  It made me chuckle – not only because my stance in this picture only serves to accentuate the protruding pot belly that’s trying to fight it’s way out of my woolly waistcoat (?!) but that I remembered how super excited I was at the time to find that the old coloured sign posts were still around.  “Take my picture!  Take my pciture!  Get the signs in!  Get the signs in!”  Ha.  Poor Beardy…

I’ve just had a quick snoop around the National Festival website (‘They didn’t have that in my day’ – she says, waving her walking stick in the air) and noticed that Larry (the fella who was head of the whole shebang back in the Flat Pavan heyday), is now Larry Westland CBE.  That’s pretty swell.   A quick Google search for Flat Pavan throws up few results, sadly.  I did happen upon a neglected diy website (hadn’t been updated since 2000) but all the links to the pics are dead and the midi player made my computer crash :(

Judge/Book/Cover

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I’m not ashamed to admit it.  I do judge a book by its cover.  I’m pretty sure most of us do.  At least a little bit.

To bite one of my favourite Clare Nicolson phrases of all time, I come over all ‘Jessie Judgemental’ when it comes to choosing books – craft &  lifestyle titles in particular.  Heck! My coffee table, if indeed I had one,  would positively buckle under the strain of craft, interiors, fashion and design books that live in my house.  I am a self-confessed sucker when it comes to a gorgeous cover, a beautifully designed sleeve, pretty photography… a quality paper choice…, an unusual finish, an interesting binding or quirky spine.  I can’t help but fall for the papery charm.  But,  I’ve found, a  bit like seeing a fashion designer rocking up to Fashion Week sporting a teal velour tracksuit and a pair of Crocs without so much as a smidgeon of irony (like that would ever happen), my toes bunch like nobody’s business when I search through the standard offering of craft books.

Why, oh why, does it appear that the majority of mainstream craft titles are forever destined to be the Croc-wearing style faux pas of the book shelf? I don’t doubt that the content of the books  is wonderful in some cases – horrid cover or no horrid cover – but to my mind,  I want my lifestyle book to woo and excite me from the first moment we meet across the ‘recommended’ aisle.  Why disguise an otherwise great little read in an offputting sleeve?

Now, I could chatter all the live long day about my favourite book covers and more importantly, about my favourite crafty books and crafty writers and why I love them, but at the minute this is a topic that’s hot, hot, hot in the  Maclennan household for more substantial reasons.

One of my very favourite craft books - Meet Me At Mike's. It feels more like a special 'file' than a normal book. It's designed beautifully - outside and in.

Yum. Nothing scrummier than a bit of concealed spiral binding! Couple that with a beautiful integrated pattern envelope and some pretty backing papers and you have yourself a craft book droolfest!

This summer, my very first craft book will be published.  Soon – there it’ll be… On Amazon.   It’ll be sitting alongside all the other titles for the book buying, web shopping world to see.  The cover of my book hasn’t been finalised by my publisher yet. I wish I was allowed to show you drafts – but I’m not.  Soon!  Soon I’ll be able to give sneaky peeks.  I have limited (if any) say in this bit of the process since the important decisions about sales and marketing (and what the book looks like on the outside)  are undertaken by dedicated specialist teams. Of course, as a complete control freaker (no point denying it),  I don’t have to tell you that this lack of steering power is driving me just a ‘lil bit loopyloo.  All I can do now is hope and pray that these specialist teams are equally well equipped and talented in research, design, typography and semiotics as they are in trend forecasts and  sales strategy.  My book cover is in their hands…  Wish me luck!

This evening, I conducted a little bit of research of my own. Working on the principle that we do judge a book by its cover, at least at the very beginning of our (potential) relationship with it,  I settled down to scour the first 30 pages of search results on Amazon, picking out books based on my attraction to the cover alone.

1.

I searched for ‘craft books’ in the ‘lil Amazon books search box.

Out of 360 titles, I selected just 8 to inspect more closely based on an initial judgement of the cover design.  Here are the covers that enticed me when I spotted their thumbnails on the Amazon listings…


Phase 2.

I searched specifically for sewing books (my book is about sewing you see) and did the same… I didn’t include the same books I’d already chosen in phase 1.  Again, weirdly, just 8 titles of 360 engaged me enough to want to know more about the content of the book.


So there we have it.  A sad and rather sorry tale. Following an entire evening of web trawling, out of 720 covers, only 16 caught my eye enough to make me give a hoot about the content inside.  Now that, my friends, is a depressing little sum and doesn’t bode well for my little offering.  So -  I need your help.  Since I can’t rely on my own eyes alone, I’d like you to share your favourite craft/lifestyle book covers with me.  If you wanted to – you could even try the Amazon experiment (maybe scaled down a little bit!).  Let me know what you think about my selections – share your craft book buying experiences.

Share your thoughts below, why don’t you?

New-Look Lounging

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Beardy and I moved into our little flat in Glasgow’s eastend about 8 years ago.  Only now is our home starting to shape.  Since deciding to add The Nesting Project as a regular blog feature, I’ve made but a teensy weensy bit of progress each week.  Not in the boudoir as planned, but in our living room. Progress nonetheless.

Over the years I’ve accumulated a lovely collection of prints, photographs and bits and bobs to decorate our bare walls.  Only now though (nearly a decade since we moved in), have we begun to hang and display things properly.  Until just the other day, frames were propped on surfaces, stacked on the floor and stashed away out of sight in cupboards and in corners.  Pretty objects were ‘stored’ rather than displayed and the layout of the furniture in our room reflected less what we like and how we use the space but more what we thought a traditional living room ought to look like.

Today I enjoyed a lazy day off.  I spent the entire afternoon in the new-look living room.  I listened to cds I’d neglected and I read magazines I’ve been saving for months.  The day was quiet, the sky momentarily blue and Smokey Cat and I relished our lounge time with smug little grins on our faces.  She purred and purred from her spot on the pink footstool as I enjoyed cups of tea and platefuls of warm buttery toast on the couch.

Since we're such anti-social little creatures (though we like to pretend otherwise), we ditched our second sofa in favour of creating a litte music area in the corner of the living room. Smokey Cat seems to like it.

One of my favourite homey items, I bought this machine embroidered Hank Williams cushion from the Narrative pop-up shop at the Art Fair a few years ago.

This table came from my mum and dad's old house. The mirror was gifted to me by my mother-in-law and until recently was propped up on the hall floor. Now it's pride of place next to the fireplace.

Previously the mantelpiece was the temporary home for just about everything pretty we own. Things were bundled up, crammed onto the narrow surface. I reorganised this week and now favourite objects have room to breathe.

The ship-in-a-bottle has been in my family for over 30 years. It was made and given to us by Uncle Od (not really an uncle - but as good as). I love it.

A relative newcomer to the mantelpiece collage, this 'lil fella was gifted to me by seamstress extraordinaire and vintage lovin' lady, Leah Halliday. He was damaged in An Unfortunate Incident so now lives with me. Every cloud...

The beginnings of a growing cluster of beautiful things hanging on the wall. That little gap on the bottom right is crying out for a special something...

Before we can tick the living room off on the Nesting Project ‘to deal with’ list, there are  a few niggly little things that need addressing.

The ‘To Deal With’ List

1.  We used to quite like the bare bay window.  The room feels bright and sunshiney when the weather is right.  However, the view outside isn’t exactly what picture postcards are made of (our apartment looks onto a derelict school yard – truly blissful).  You know that cosy feeling you get – the feeling that you’re cocooned inside your own wee nest?  We don’t ever get that.  We want it.  Real bad.   Into the bargain?  It’s kinda draughty…  This week I will be hanging a set of hand-me-down green velvet curtains.  Given to me by my mother, the curtains used to hang in my parent’s  old house.  They were there for over 20 years.  All I need is a darned curtain pole…

2.  Oh – and still on the window theme…  Thanks to a bit of problem solving inspiration from crafty Clare Nicolson yesterday, I am going to try to make my own roller blinds.  Yes.  I am.  And they won’t be no ordinary roller blinds either.  I’m going to be making lace/net curtain roller blinds.  I am excited just typing it.

3.  It’s weird what moving furniture around can do for a bod.  The new music corner is just great and already we’re spending loads of time in it (well, Beardy and Smokey have set up camp over there more than I have – but I do enjoy a little sit down in the nook when I get the chance).  It needs just a couple more bits before the ultimate loungin’ exprience can commence.  I’m on the look out for a (set of) tiny side tables and a circular rug.  Spotted any?  Think thrifty. 

4.  On the far side of the room stands an enormous wall-sized shelving unit.  It has ugly glass doors.  Since we bought it (yeeeeears ago), our intention was to black out the doors with the perfect wallpaper – thus adding a bit of pattern to the whole living room ensemble and hiding the multitude of crap that’s stored on the shelves.  However, turns out?  The perfect wallpaper doesn’t exist.  I came close to snaffling some on Ebay at one point, but I snoozed – and I loozed, and hence, my poor glass doors remain undressed and the multitude of crap remains visible for all to see.

5.  Books are beautiful.  It’s occured to me recently…  People frame prints and photos and flat things.  They frame record sleeves and even 3d objects in box frames.  I have decided that I’m gonna build a book display area above my sofa.  Oh yes. I am not ashamed to say that I do judge a book by it’s cover a little bit – and I want to show off some of my favourites.  Required for this mini project – just one or two lipped shelves and a fine selection of booky wooks. Et voila!

So.  If I don’t update in the next week with some movement on this ‘to do’ list – come poke me with a curtain pole.

Make-Do Tomato Pie

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As if you were ever in any doubt, you know you’re living the dream when you find yourself spending the morning taking a food inventory.  Yes.  A food inventory.  You can find me regularly – well, maybe once every three months or so -  notepad and pen in hand, taking stock of every last morsel of food in my kitchen.  Every freezer drawer is emptied, every shelf in the fridge scoured, every cupboard surveyed.  I make a note of absolutely every ingredient we have (marking where appropriate how many portions of x-foodstuff we have in hand) and then…  Then I set to work inventing ‘meals’ according to the sorry remnants of our last proper grocery shop.  ‘Tis a glamorous task, I assure you.

Now, it ain’t no secret.  There ain’t much I can’t do with a tomato.  As luck would have it, tonight I managed to rustle up (pretty much) the ingredients for one of my favourite dishes.  Tomato pie.   Or more accurately, I suppose, tomato tart.  I don’t usually put much else in tomato pie other than tomatoes (?) – but tonight I was trying to use up some poor soon-to-be-discarded bits from the fridge and so improvised a little bit here and there. I didn’t have any tinned tomatoes or any proper full sized fresh tomatoes, or any fresh basil (all usually key to the recipe), but I forged ahead regardless.  A gal gotta eat.

When you find yourself in a pickle – with noubt to hand but half an onion, a barely edible orange pepper, a carton of 39p passata, some ‘last legs’ cherry toms, a fistful of quorn mince and a roll of readymade shortcrust pastry, here’s what I recommend you do…

How to wham together a delicious Make-Do Tomato Pie (even when Old Mother Hubbard reckons the cupboards are bare…  What does she know?)

(Before you begin, stick your oven on to heat – around 180 degrees for fan assisted oughta do the job.  By the time you’ve prepared your pie filling, your oven will be ready to rumble!)

1.  Pop a glug of olive oil in the bottom of a pan.  Heat it up juuuuust nice.  Don’t set it to sizzle, but you do want it to be good ‘n’ hot at this point.

2.  Chop half an onion (plus any ‘just about gubbed’ fresh veg you have lurking in the fridge drawer).

Sniffle!

3.  Whing all the chopped veg into the pan and jiggle it about a bit in the oil until it’s all softened up – then reduce the heat a little.

4.  If you can muster up some garlic – fresh, pureeed or even powdered, then get a fair whack in there.  One of my very favourite smells of all time is the smell of onion frying in olive oil and garlic.

5.  Pour some passata into the pan – enough to cover all the veg – plus a ‘lil bit extra.

6.  Chuck in that piddly amount of quorn mince you found in a packet right at the bottom of the freezer.

Delicious red mush... Oh, how I love you!

7.  Raid the condiment cupboard and add a smidgeon of chilli powder, any Italian herbs you can find, a tiny TINY drop of red wine vinegar, a pinch of sugar and tonnes of black pepper.  Oh – and a fair squirt of tomato puree.  Squish that in there too.

8.  Before you leave the tomato-y concotion to settle for a bit, double check the fridge for any last minute ingredients you want to add.  Make use of stuff that will otherwise be binned.  When I checked, I found not one – but THREE half full jars of pesto in the fridge door compartment.  I introduced two big healthy dollops to my tomato mix.

There were three green jars of pesto, sitting in the fridge - three green jars of pesto, sitting in the fridge... And if one green jar of pesto should... Aherm.

9.  While your pie filling ingredients get acquainted, prepare your pastry.  In my case, I defrosted one of those ‘ready-rolled’ sheets of short crust pastry – so in terms of preparation, I had very little.  I just greased my baking tin popped the pastry on in there.  Job done.

10.  Providing your oven has reached the desired temperature, pop your pastry in for a sneaky five minutes, just to get it in the mood for crisping up.

11.  Once the pastry has browned just a little, bring it out of the oven again and fill up the case with your scrummy tomato mixture (which, by the way, ought to be smelling DELICIOUS by now!)

12.  Before you wham the whole lot in the oven, top your pie with halved fresh cherry tomatoes.  Pop the pie in the over for 30-40 mins.

Eeep! I think the insides of tiny toms are very cute. Look at their 'lil mini seeds!

Time to get pie-eyed!

13.  Dish up with salad and/or bread on the side.  Tonight, I didn’t have salad OR bread – so instead made use of a forgotten about ovenable M&S potato dish (praise the lord for those yellow stickers!) and a spoonful of coleslaw.

Although distinctly lacking any proper greenery to speak of,  I think this was one of the very best tomato pies I have ever managed to conjure up.  What is it they say?  Hunger is a good kitchen?  I’m not really sure who ‘they’ are – but  my mum definitely says that.

Voila! Make-Do Tomato Pie (not that it looks much like a pie - I kind of messed it up as I was dishing it up!)

So – next time you realise that there’s absolutely no chance of you doing a hardcore grocery shop in the next two months, despair not.  Get your pad and pen out.  Compile that list.  I will bet you a tenner* that you manage to piece together at least 10 meals from the odds and sods in your kitchen.   Oh-  and if all you find is a bit of frozen cauliflower, some chopped spinach and half a bag of pearl barley, you’ll soon discover your inner soup genius!  (Soup genius?  I’m pretty sure I am a soup genius).

*Of course, if  it turns out you don’t make 10 meals from your grocery remnants – I won’t really give you a tenner.  If I had a tenner to fritter away on silly betting  games, I’d have a tenner to buy a fleekin’ basil plant.  Or even 10 basil plants!

Bedroom Blues

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So after devouring a scrumptious meal made by Beardy’s fair hand (blackbean chicken with fried vegetables and beansprouts), a little Josh Ritter sing-a-long round the kitchen table and a right ol’ rant about the political direction of the country (don’t even get me started) I have decided that…

1.  I am no longer hungry and in a much better mood than I was but an hour ago

2.  I really ought to listen to Josh Ritter more – the man’s an angel

3.  If we ain’t got nothin’, then we ain’t got nothin’ to lose (how very Kris Kristofferson of me!)

I also felt inspired enough (while singing Girl in the War in fact) to take a few snaps of some choice items I want to include in my new bedroom decor.

The other day, when I was trawling through bits and bobs in search of some eensy weensy glimmer of direction for The Nesting Project, I pulled out my Domino decorating book.  ‘Tis a lovely book.  I am such the sucker for a hard fabric cover and pretty photographs!  In there, along with loads and loads of other tips, I happened upon a wee snippet that suggested grouping favourite items together then organising them into rooms. Actually, the snippet suggested photographing EVERTHING in the house you want to keep -  then shuffle items about into room clusters  – but I didn’t have enough time or energy for that!

Here are just a few of my favourite bedroom picks.

I bought this handmade candle holder from The Maisonette last winter. It's handmade from a reclaimed saucer.

Vintage sheets and pillowcases. I bought these from a charity shop in Dennistoun a while back. So warm and cosy!

Another charity shop find. This little birdy bud vase was bought from the Salvation Army and until recently decorated our Made in the Shade HQ at The Barras. Now it lives with me!

Meet Pie Girl! This 'lil lady will take pride of place in my new bedroom. She is handmade by The Cat in the Shoe. I bought her from the BUST Craftacular in London last summer.

Vintage floral tray. My mother-in-law gifted this to me. Unearthed in a charity shop in Tain! One of my very favourite housey things.

Handmade tealight holder with gun motif. Another BUST Craftacular buy. This was handmade by ceramicist Louise Graham.

Bought for about 30p from another Dennistoun charity shop, I'll make this saucer into a little dressing table trinket dish.

Now…  That’s just the tip of the iceberg.  Let’s get to work!

The Nesting Project via Apartment Therapy

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Just as I thought…  The Nesting Project – my bloggy bid to motivate and inspire myself to make some much needed changes in my little house – is feeling sidelined and neglected already.  Now – don’t get me wrong…  I have been thinking about nesting.  I’ve even been reading about nesting.  I’ve surely been talking about it – but just can’t seem to pull together neither the oomph nor the material resources I need to get going.  Och, boohiss to that.

To complicate matters more, nesting priorities have shifted slightly, in that my attentions have been turned from bedroom to, well… every other blinkin’ room in the house.  Our new Made in the Shade online shop is set to open in just a few weeks and by the time the virtual doors open to the world, I need to have claimed at least a corner of the flat and transformed it into my new, super functional, uber organised workspace. Aherm.  That’s do-able, right?

Even writing about this is making me feel a bit squeamish.  Rather than moan and groan though, here are some images I found while scouring swank US blog,  Apartment Therapy.  Thanks to Jolene at Precious East for passing this gem my way! If you have a penchant for interiors, before/after DIY efforts or just like a snoop around someone else’s fancy apartment – it’s worth a visit.  Needless to say, all images featured below have been borrowed from Apartment Therapy.  Oh yes.

Swoonio.

Love this painted flooring...

Fitting a little nook into otherwise wasted space. That's what I need to do!

Oh, to click my heels and make a wish...

Don’t Step On My New Blue Tights

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Since I woke up in the same frustrated doldrums as I did yesterday (though no sleep-crying to report), I decided to perk myself up with a little game of dress up.  Despite the fact I found myself with no particular place to go in the end, I thought I might try out my new ‘bottom half’ ensemble as an indoors fashion experiment anyway. Vintage clogs with pegleg troos and electric blue tights.   Worked out pretty well I think…  Top half was a disaster area though, mind.

A cheery combo!