"You look like a nun," said Number Two Son when I took him to the doctor today.
"Well it sounds like you're well enough for school tomorrow then," I replied.
Actually the boy with the stomach flu might be right.
I'm wondering if watching Soeur Sourire last night actually did have something to do with my outfit choice today.
The film is based on the true story of a young Belgian woman, Jeannine Deckers, who runs away to a convent and becomes an worldwide overnight sensation with her 1963 hit Dominique, outselling Elvis and The Beatles.
I'm sure a nun wouldn't be seen out and about wearing a 1960s black lace-trimmed slip, but the Phoenix says the jury's still out on that one;).
I maintain Jeaninne would have worn one under her frocks when she was turfed out of the convent for penning The Golden Pill.
Actually it's one of two delicious vintage black slips that I've been wearing as dresses this summer - so much, that I've already got my eyes peeled for more so I don't wear out this little number quickly.
More lace - it swings and sways with each step.
More black with VW Wings and nail polish.
Do you find yourself unconsciously reaching for certain clothes after watching a film or reading a good book?
"Well it sounds like you're well enough for school tomorrow then," I replied.
Actually the boy with the stomach flu might be right.
I'm wondering if watching Soeur Sourire last night actually did have something to do with my outfit choice today.
The film is based on the true story of a young Belgian woman, Jeannine Deckers, who runs away to a convent and becomes an worldwide overnight sensation with her 1963 hit Dominique, outselling Elvis and The Beatles.
I'm sure a nun wouldn't be seen out and about wearing a 1960s black lace-trimmed slip, but the Phoenix says the jury's still out on that one;).
I maintain Jeaninne would have worn one under her frocks when she was turfed out of the convent for penning The Golden Pill.
Actually it's one of two delicious vintage black slips that I've been wearing as dresses this summer - so much, that I've already got my eyes peeled for more so I don't wear out this little number quickly.
The headscarf is thrifted and made from lovely soft black lace, edged in lace ribbon.
In my "Living in Southern Italy" fantasy, I will have a battered, leather suitcase full of such scarves and black slips.
I will sway along dusty streets, laden with vegetables to make minestra, hissing insults at crazed, toothless, grinning old men who smoke tobacco and gossip about the crazy, harlot ex-nun who came to stay;).
More lace - it swings and sways with each step.
More black with VW Wings and nail polish.
My $2 floral, cotton granny bag is the only colour I need today.
Do you find yourself unconsciously reaching for certain clothes after watching a film or reading a good book?
