I have never worn this jacket before.
It's hard to believe I know, as it ticks all my boxes.
1950s - check.
Turquoise - check.
Silk - check.
Fur trim - check.
Finding this insane 1980s gold spotted skirt at an op shop two weeks ago was just the thing to get the jacket raring to go.
I love op shopping with The Stylist - she has a short attention span, but we have a laugh like when I grabbed this 80s gold nasty off the rack at the West End Vinnies' retro outlet.
Me: Is this too crazy?
The Stylist: Well you are crazy, soooooooo ...
Me: I'll just get it then (thinks: the cheeky bugger knows me).
Feeling like an ageing rocker with messy peroxide hair, black t-shirt, trashy jewellery, evening jacket, thrifted tights and VW Melissa Temptations to clash with the gaudy gold.
Miss Camel Toe makes a reappearance to flash her bits at us.
Hey check out my neck-crepe - I'm seriously loving it today. It's the softness.
This skirt really was quite a challenge to style and I love a challenge which means you might be seeing a bit more of it;).
Number Three Son and The Stylist had an impromptu outdoor dance party just before sunset.
I rugged up in my $3 fur jacket as it's been frigidly cold as soon as the sun disappears.
Close up of this "top quality" garment with it's black velvet spots.
This outfit makes me so happy - isn't it a shame so many workplaces (except for, at best, fashion writer, DJ or muso; at worst, hooker) don't allow wonderful freedom of expression?
Check out the fabulous post by Veshoevius on Taxonomy of my Wardrobe on appropriate work dressing.
When I worked in an office or newsroom, I ALWAYS injected some humour into my outfit with a vintage piece or manic pair of shoes.
Veshoevius critiques Grazia's advice on wearing shorts, thigh-split skirts and t-shirts to the office. Good reading!