OUTFIT | The Pink Chiffon Skirt Vs The Wind
So, summer colds: they’re the worst, aren’t they?
I mean, they’re not the WORST worst. They’re not the worst in the way genocide, say, is the worst. Or starving children. Or any of those WORSTWORST things people like to lecture me about any time I get a head cold and go full-on drama queen because of it. They are the worst in the way that not sleeping for four days straight because you just can’t breathe when you lie down, and feeling like you’re trying to run underwater any time you attempt to move from your huddled position on the couch is the worst, though, and that’s pretty much what the last week has been like for me. It was my annual summer cold, so I guess this is my annual post complaining about it.
Don’t worry, though, I don’t actually have much more to say about the head-cold from hell, because it’s almost gone now, so it’s just memories, people, memories. These photos were taken on the first day I actually left the house after my ordeal, which, coincidentally, was also the first time all week I’d worn something other than workout clothes. In retrospect, a pink chiffon skirt possibly wasn’t the best choice for such a windy day, but, then again, they’re pretty much ALL windy days around these parts, and I was only outdoors while we took the photos, so it was all good. I did end up with a “hair moustache” in quite a few shots, obviously, but that’s pretty standard for me, so what can you do?
Anyway, my week of sickness-that-wasn’t-the-worst-sickness-but-which-still-sucked-anyway has left me with even less conversation than I usually have and I’ve also started wittering on about hair moustaches (you should see me at a party, seriously: I just start talking about any old rubbish to fill the awkward silences that come up. I’ll be all, “So! I see you have… light switches in your house! We have light switches, too! Handy, aren’t they? So much easier than having to carry a paraffin lamp around at night, like in the olden days! Not that I remember those days, obviously, but I can imagine them, and…” And so on and so forth. And that’s why I don’t get invited to parties no more.), so I’m just going to leave it there, and let you get back to whatever you were doing before I barged in with my talk of chiffon skirts and head colds…
WEARING: Skirt and top – both H&M; RED Valentino handbag* via Shopbop; Christian Louboutin Pigalle pumps