Mrs. Mary drink my wine

Tossing my bag and keys aside while collapsing on the couch from a long day at work, I get a phone call from the boyf. "Throw something on, I'm around the corner. We're going out."

I take this as an instruction and not a debatable invitation. I already had my Shakuachi dress hanging up nicely on the coat rack fresh and crisp from the dry cleaners. It had been there for about three months now and they finally called me to go and collect it. That was step one. Step two was warmth. Running up stairs I confided in thick, opaque stockings and a rabbit fur shawl. Step three was comfort. Rummaging through the bottom of my cupboard I found my newly attained vintage loafers. I think they're a dark navy blue but they pass for black; the same goes for my dress. Who cares - I'm pretty colour blind and the rest of the inebriated crowd in The Valley will be too by the time we make it in there. To inject a splash of colour I reach for my vintage hat with a pink faux flower arrangement pinned to the front. A voila! In under five minutes I am ready, in the car and on my way to a night on the town.

I'm home now, this all occurred about five or so hours ago. It is interesting to be on the receiving end of drunken compliments from complete strangers. Usually I'm the one filled with Dutch Courage ready to compliment any person donning any such item à la mode. In an atm line, one woman stumbled over to comment on my hat. Another man turned around and "concurred". Then a few others joined in discussing my hat mean while I'm standing there with no idea what to say, so I end up smiling politely and saying to myself this is going on the blog.


Vintage hat from Retro Metro, vintage loafers, gifted rabbit fur shawl, Shakuchachi dress, Leona Edmiston opaque stockings.