I've been spending my days this week split between frustrating physics revision, trawling the internet for stupidly specific vintage clothing & hatching over ambitious holiday plans with various people. As a sort of symptom, if you will, of this ground hog day feeling I ventured out in a slip. There were other layers but it comes down to being out of touch with reality, luckily I was driving, unluckily it was to meet Eve & go charity shop digging where it rained but I did find a skirt which I'm going to create a sort of inverse of the marc jacobs dress (look below) out of.
Oh well, it's almost the end of the week, so I'll stick my tongue out to it & take some badly tipped images. I should explain, a friend gave me my tripod which proceeded to break, scattering very key screws onto my bedroom floor which my cat then played with into obscurity before I could fix it all back properly. So I have to perch my camera on top of it at a very scewy angle. My photography teacher would not be proud... Ah well,