Yes, it’s another green ASOS dress
I’ll just start this post off by noting that, GOD, I HATE taking indoor photos. HATE IT.
Sometimes, however, there is no option for the poor fashion blogger. Like when it’s STILL blowing a gale outside, and also raining so hard that when you wake in the night and hear the howling wind and lashing rain, you start to wonder if you’ve somehow become trapped inside a horror movie. Or when the clocks go back, and it’s dark outside by 3pm. (I mean, it’s still only October, so it’s not quite that bad YET, but the day these were taken, the weather was so gloomy it felt like the sun just didn’t come up AT ALL.) Or when your photographer is too busy ripping out your bathroom and kitchen to follow you around taking photos of your outfit.
On Monday night, all three of these sad circumstances combined, which meant that taking decent photos was going to be impossible. We were going out in the evening, though, and there was no way I was wasting an outfit on a day I didn’t take photos, so here are some strangely lit indoor selfies instead. You’re welcome.
Once I’d finished taking awkward photos of myself (and also once I’d finished jamming my fingers in the wardrobe door – OUCH.), we headed into Glasgow to have a quick dinner (photos of which will be up in the Diary section soon…), and then to see Billy Connolly at the SECC. Billy Connolly has been my favourite comedian since I was a teenager, and he definitely hasn’t lost his touch: his stories had us crying with laughter, and it was amazing to get to see such a legend up close. Well, from the very back of the auditorium, because those were the only tickets that were left, but still.
I, naturally, chose to overdress for the occasion (you wouldn’t expect any less of me, would you?), but I made it up for it with my disheveled hair, and also: TIGHTS. And boots. I have a little “rule”, for want of a better word, which states that basically ANY outfit is instantly rendered “casual” by the addition of thick tights and boots of some description. I mean, it isn’t really, obviously, but that’s my story and I’m sticking to it. I could be wearing a wedding dress, but if I paired it with a nice pair of cosy opaques and some boots, I would swear it was totes casual, and you would not convince me otherwise.
I’d like to claim that the disheveled hair was also part of a cunning plan to make my outfit seem magically more casual, but alas, that was an accident, and I didn’t realise until I checked the photos. My hair was almost blown off my head in the walk from the car park to the restaurant, though, so I guess it’s kind of a moot point, anyway…[separator type=”thick”]