So I was dingied from my promotion on Thursday (translation for non-Scots readers: rejected, ditched, etc.). Just. Not. Good. Enough. Never mind, I would have just spent it on shoes anyway.
Whatevs, there’ll be a next time, and the most important thing is that I looked hellagood when I got the news (indulge me – I’ve had a tough week!).
Got me a little stripey top from House of Fraser last weekend to treat myself after all the hard work preparing, and figured when better to wear it out than when leaping into a bucket of Pinot Grigio to drown my sorrows.
I love a bit of stripe action I do, and as you’ll know, also a little bittie 80s and when this little thang said “buy me, buy me, buy me” – I just couldn’t say no. I’m particularly keen on that little peek-a-boo back, nice detail, huh? I have to admit I’m never sure how exactly to deal with sheer stuff though – my belly ain’t for showing off, so I always seem to revert to a vest top or boob tube (I told you I love the 80s).
So that’s my rubbish week over, next week’s looking up: off to Glasvegas (or ‘Glasgow’) shortly to pick up a top I won from the gorge Chouchou Couture, and I won tickets to go to the Scottish Fashion Awards (yay!). Perhaps a wonderful fashion designer will spot me, pick me up and make me his muse and I will give up work altogether and just kick about in haute couture til the end of my days. Or maybe I will just lust over some amazing dresses and get a bit tipsy.