Tonight I met up with my dear friend Hannah to go to a movie.
Having a vast array of semi-functional cameras is great. My photography attempt was a fail.
My new shoes, part of the haul from my nomadic father's latest stint in Omaha, were also a fail. Blisters ahoy!
In case you can distinguish anything in the blurs:
Skirt - vintage
Top - so old I've forgotten
Cardigan - Zara
Belt - thrifted
Shoes - Urban Outfitters
Bag - a 50s school satchel I stole from the costume cupboard at my old high school. Shhhhh.
On my way to the theatre I spied a duck on a man's head. This one's for you, Rachael.
We saw Made in Dagenham, and it was truly great! Combining three of my interests (Britain, feminism and the 60s) it was brimming with stereotypes and clothing I would do bad, bad things for.
God, those hot pants!