Ohhhhhhhhhhh

That's the sound I make as my muscles creak every time I so much as take a single step. I'm a bit sore, you see. I had a morning shift at work yesterday (starting at 7 - now THAT'S dedication) followed by my dance school's annual concert. Both were fun, the latter slightly more so, but I am completely and totally buggered today.

And speaking of dedication, considering I spent this morning asleep and the afternoon lying on my bed watching Merlin (oh, Arthur...) and Smallville, I'd say I got fairly gussied up for this 'lil bloggy blog. NO PROBS, INTERNET. Happy to.

So this dress is the ugliest dress I own. I bought it when I was about fifteen and I have no idea why. I don't even know why it was still in my wardrobe. HOWEVER. My favourite black belt which I think has appeared in just about every post on this blog also happens to possess magical powers. So I was able to fix the dress to a more flattering and comfortable length. MAGIC. (Seriously, you do not want to see this dress at its natural length and style - yucky yuck yuck. Not one of your wisest choices, fifteen year old me.)

Oh! And I totally bought this bolero (that's what they're called, right? Sounds a bit better than short-sleeved cropped cardigan) in Scotland. Edinburgh to be specific. Cultured, much?

Dress by Jay Jays
Bolero by Miss Selfridge
Belt by Jeanswest
Heels by Isabella Brown

Lisa xx