I'm not sure I feel particularly articulate today, as this is the bookend to a week full of words and tears. However, I will pull articulation from my spleen, because I am convinced that is where it has gone to rest.
This week was a week full of uniform-like outfits, which I trust you will enjoy, hence the reference to the song School Uniforms by The Wombats in the title.
It all began with a feeling this Torsdag, to wear my school uniform dress I bought from the Op-shop tour I went on a while back. The dress spoke to me and I reached for it. The belt has a subtle bow on it. I applaud myself.
So, the outfit develops. I was trying on a million forms of cold preventers, and the maroon jumper was the only one that seemed to work with the uniform blue of the dress. I guess that's why most primary schools have that colour scheme. Well, in Australia anyway.
Also, note the mustard watch. Never ask me the time, because none of my watches work. There is something strangely poetic and poignant about that. Unfortunately, I don't feel poetic today so I will not expound.
The school girl theme being carried on to the Fredag. People must think I am trying to tap in to some sort of fetish, well, that was the impression I got anyway when I trotted around in my Torsdag outfit.
Knee-high socks was a good idea.
At the start of the week, it was a different story:
I'm not sure what I was channeling here, but I like my hat. Someone once criticized my choice of colour, and to that person I say, "I bite my thumb at you, Sir," because that is a fantastic hat.
This was the day I dressed like I felt, I also dressed the way the weather felt. I extremely like my face on this day. My cat-eye was excellent.
We are approaching the end of the post, and you may have noticed I haven't mentioned a Crafternoon, and for that I am sorry. I got back after a day of shopping, playing on a Nintendo 64 and a really intense Deep and Meaningful Conversation- and I just felt deflated like the tires on my bicycle.
I guess, the intense week caught up with me, however, I did get home and decide I wanted to dress up because I felt blasé and I wanted to remind myself why I enjoyed my own company and life sometimes. So this is going to make up for my laziness that is lazy:
This is one of the lace dresses I purchased from the markets a while back. It added to my happiness. I will be altering this dress even though I don't really want to.
Reasons why:
1. I am altering this dress so I can wear it out in public more often without as many stares as I would usually get.
Reasons why not:
1. I don't want to because... You see this dress too right? So I don't need to explain
I also wore black lipstick, because I was feeling incredibly spontaneous and alive, despite my appearance which is a kin to that of a Corpse Bride.
With flowers in my hair and sadness in my heart,
Over and out,
This Little Pig.
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