Rumble in the Jungle

With the promise of a blindingly hot day, did I strip down to cut-offs and a tank top?
No, I figured I could stay cool in silk and decided on my interpretation of a modest lady in Zaire, circa 1974.
You know, do some market shopping before the Ali versus Foreman match, then on to bump and grind to James Brown at the Zaire Music Festival - "this man will make your liver quiver".

 Number Three Son took the first three shots before school this morning.

Then off for a bit of op-shopping where I found this gorgeous saint bracelet.
The saints have disappeared from my black bracelet, probably because they frown upon my disgraceful get-ups.
I wonder how long Mother Theresa and Pope John Paul II will hang around this time.

 I also picked up the green velvet bangle for a buck.
Oh yes, that most certainly IS silver nail polish - I bought the last bottle ($3.50) coz all the local bitches snapped them up super-quick.

 Yes there's a lot going on here with my African and Indian jewellery mash-up.
Among several compliments from strangers who wanted to touch everything, a very elderly woman in bright colours turned to me and said "I think it's wonderful to just dress for yourself".
Dear of her.

 The silk dress, scarf, bag, brolly and jewellery were all thrifted, while the VW Melissa wings were on sale at Amazon.
Now I'm ready - we're gonna have a funky good time!

 Something tells me modesty is getting short-shrift.

Yep, it's all gone to pot now.

There's just way too much music rattling around my brain for my skirts to stay still.
The saints are just gonna have to wait.

Yep, fling ya skirts up girlies and let the sun shine in.
Do if for Ali!  Do it for James!
Do it for me!

A big thank for Sacramento of Mis Papelicos for choosing me as her November feature bloggett.

She's recovering from knee surgery so pop over and wish her well:)

Desiree xo