Perhaps I have been tainted with langour instead of apathy, due to repeated listening to That's Life, or as the French say c'est la vie, while mourning the loss of my beautiful umbrella, which I left on the bus; and if I had more photos of this beautiful contraption I would have created a collage of photographs documenting our brief love affair. Please excuse me, while I stand on top of a cliff and rhetorically question the existence of the universe.
In addition to the grief I hold in my heart contributing to this apathy, I think the haphazard condition of my room resembling some sort of obstacle course for military training of the delinquent youth is contributing to this lack of zest. Perhaps I shall clean it, perhaps I shall not.
In any case, my apathy is probably mostly due to the incredibly delicious week of a new semester, new friends and new joys to be found at university which brought on the chronic fatigue I am now experiencing.
Below is my week in technicolour:
Secretary meets schoolgirl, the perfect outfit for the perfect beginning. I like the way the lace sleeves peek out of my coat, makes me feel extra beautiful and genteel. I will endeavour to dress like this more and slowly move towards the elegant grace of the fifties with a dash of modernity.
This beautiful lace piece is the top of what once used to be a dress that I purchased from a vintage market that I went to a couple of weeks back. This is evidence of sewing I did during the week. However, this is not the time or the place and we come back to this later.
This is an outfit I wore to a play. I felt rather pretentious in my monochromatic outfit (including turtleneck) but this is my step towards looking like this; and also towards emulating further, my high-school Literature teacher who would not be happy about the construction of this sentence. All I lack is a pretentious cigarette while I intellectually dissect the playwright's interpretation of Orwell's 1984.
Between that outfit and the next outfit, I might insert an aside that states that there was another outfit demonstrating my clever use of colour and styling. However, I was not bothered to take a picture of it and you may just have to use your imagination, until next time.
This was and is my Fredag outfit. I bought this dress a while back and I enjoy the denim but I do not enjoy the top half which looks like some crazed teenage mum from Austin, TX attacked it with her nineties creativity DIY bug.
On to talking about what I did this week in the vein of Crafternoons sort of activities. This week I decided to alter a couple of clothes that I purchased at bargain prices at op-shops to suit my body frame or to look more wearable. Funnily enough this is the way I started to learn how to sew, and once again I am doing this to get back into full-on sewing again. This is also the reason why my room is so messy because I took out the massive pile of "To alter" and placed it on my bed to work through. However, I did not manage to get through them and the clothes are just sitting on my bed messing up my room and contributing to my apathy.
Before (after a previous attempt to alter this dress):
After:
I fixed the drop-waist line to a waist-waist line, hemmed the dress, and shifted the cute little pocket up because it got in the way of the waist-waist line. This is also part of the excellent outfit I mentioned perviously.
I also fixed a shirt I hacked up, but I can't really be bothered posting it. Considering the length of my post, I cannot bothered.
Anyway, this is all for now,
Over and out,
This Little Piggy.
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