The weekend kicked off with me fretting over the safety of my vegetables while privately admiring Mr Baxter's skill in matching his car to my work wardrobe. I hate buying groceries after work - I'm hungry and want to buy things like roast chickens and kilogram bags of mixed sweeties. I showed restraint while wearing a Von Troska jacket, a deceptively simple silk blouse from Monoprix, an Agnes B skirt and Ferragamo shoes that I scored for a few bucks on eBay. And the not-a-Kelly-bag Bayswater.
On Saturday evening, after three food related chores I undertook during the day, we went dinner at some friends' home. This caused me great delight because they are Fijian Indians and both amazing cooks. I wore my hungry/delighted face...
...a cream dress from Asos, a black belt from a favourite op shop in Newtown...
...and the most ridiculously comfortable ballet flats from Gap that I bought three years ago in Paris. I wear them sparingly because I can't bear the idea of having to throw them out when they are reduced to shreds of leather.
Do you like Asos? It runs hot and cold for me. I estimate that I've returned about half of the things I've bought there - their sizing is inconsistent and sometimes the fabrics and/or workmanship are very cheap. Yet other times the items are fantastic value for money and a joy to wear. I wonder how the millions of Asos shoppers around the world are faring.
I'll leave you with some extremely pretty candy-striped orchids that I didn't buy at the market in Reunion. I hope your weekend is every bit as cheerful and exciting as these lovely blooms.
