And now for some frivolity...

Firstly, thank you so, so much for all your lovely, thoughtful, kind and thought-provoking comments on my last (rather serious) post. They were really very much appreciated. It was meant to be a happy sort of post...but I think it was sadder than I'd realised when I'd first press the 'publish post' button. Which is why I thought there would be little wrong with throwing in a dash of frivolity now and showing you the spoils from when I found myself being suctioned into French Connection as I attempted to walk past it a couple of days ago.

I normally avoid sales...they make me feel sordid...but as all the new clothes are finally in store and with only one small sale rail left at the back of the shop, it finally felt safe to see what was left, without any self-accusations of having got caught up in a red-misted clothing scrum! I'd tried this dress on a very long time ago and fallen in love with it, but at £90 couldn't justify buying something so impractical...so imagine my surprise when I found its lone sparkly silver form on the rail, in my size, for the bargain price of £25!!! It has so many lovely details - tiny buttons at the back, lovely flarey arms and a divine 'special dress smell' which seems to be caught on the lining...it smells of nothing that I can pin down...but if the excitement you feel when getting dressed for a special night out could be bottled, I think they may have spilt some of that scent over this dress - horay!

Okay, so it definitely shouldn't be worn with the bare legs pictured above (or for that matter with that hideous carpet in the background...there is still so much to do in order to complete the total transformation to cream...perhaps it would be afforded sooner, rather than later, if I hadn't gone shopping - oops!)...I had been imagining pairing it with some neutral tights with a sparkly sheen to them and maybe a pair of Mary-Janes to finish off. Can you tell that I am rather in love with this dress?

So imagine my surprise (again!...too much surprise in one day, perhaps) when Ian declared that it was baggy and shapeless and that far from thinking it was rather foxy....he thought it looked frumpy! I do normally take heed of his sartorial advice, but on this occasion I've decided to ignore it, as I am telling myself he is just not 'getting it'. This dress is meant to be ethereal, not some kind of strumpet-getup!!!!

And then there was this grey knee-length cardigan...which I also love (and so does Ian - yay!) and was also too much of a bargain not to leave behind. Oh dear.

And finally Ian brought home these lovely marshmallow bunnies for me last night as a just-because sort of gift. He so loves playing Father Christmas...and I love hearing him opening the front door in the evening and listening to him rustling down the hallway every now and then with his bags!