I did wear it on Sunday at torm, although it still needs a good going over with the lint roller, which I appear to have put somewhere “safe”. I suspect it also looks far more flattering on the dummy than it does on me- her boobs are less protuberant for a start.
Overall I think the shoulder bands were the right decision, not necessarily the flattering decision, but the more authentic one
The brooch is one I made aaaages ago, but it does make a statement – that statement largely being “eff orf you grubby little peasant”. I think I’m going to go back and put two tiny eyelets in the dress for the pin though, the wieght of a lot of my jewels means they have rather sturdy pins and a few of my older frocks are looking a bit battered round the necks.
I also need to recondition my belt, as a few of the mounts are loose. I’m thinking I’ll go plain brown leather next time as the current green was chosen to contrast my red dress, brown would work for both. The mounts are based on the funeral effigy of…actually I can’t remember if it was Eleanor of Aquitaine or berengaria of Navarre, I’m going to have check now. The buckle and chape are copied from old engravings of a buckle now lost due to looting during World War Two.
And I dug out one of my inspiration pics, a c13th Madonna. Her stripes are narrower, mine were dictated by the silk
And the reason I’ve not posted all week is that it just been one of those weeks. Tuesday I had a bump on the way to work and had to pay £240 to get a new radiator. Wednesday dad’s pickup got written off on the m one after seizing up and being hit by an artic( he was in the passenger seat and a friend was driving,) luckily he wasn’t hurt.
Friday I’d planned a day off and a leisurely drive to oxford for Saturdays study day, except I’d had to reschedule Tuesdays work so I didn’t set off until after dinner. I only got as far as Rotherham before the van ran warm, I didn’t let it overheat but nursed it to the holiday inn, where the staff were lovely and let me wait for rescue. Got relayed back to Gareth’s about half one Sunday morning and missed the study day.
I’ve spent the morning clearing stuff out of the van because the cylinder head gasket has gone and my dad and Carl, my van guru, don’t think it’s worth fixing, so I’m waiting to be picked up and taken to my new van. It’s a sort of interim van which I have to use until Carl and Margaret find something newer, but it gets me back to work Monday. At least it’s another vauxhall combo, bloody good little vans, combos, excellent mileage.