|Jacket: Vero Moda, Skirt: Anthro, Boots: Hunter, Bag: From Norway|
So pardon me for going all Matryoshka doll on you here, but I thought I might as well take pictures of all the layers I was wearing. Because layering season is upon us, over here in the UK. And yes, my post title is a song reference. I happen to really like the band Cake, and I only discovered them because Victor was playing Short Skirt, Long Jacket one time back when we were dating. Since then, I've listened to that band so much, and dragged him to one of their concerts, so now he hates them. Ah, marriage.
So this outfit is what I wore on Saturday, when Victor and I went into town to look for a shoe-rack. Our old fabric one was kind of hanging to one side, and one of the things we discovered that day at the deparment store was that it had never been intended to be used as a shoe-rack in the first place. No, it was a foldable towel shelf to use in the bathroom. Left behind for us by the previous tenant, who also left a crystal heart bauble tied to the toilet light cord and was astonished that we didn't want to keep her ancient, enormous microwave. Or her TV. We're like weird hippie people who cook our own food and read books.
Victor also showed his undying love for me by buying me a new, super fancy electrical toothbrush. Which is actually a big deal to me, because I am seriously paranoid about cleaning my teeth. And while I was in Norway, I was making do with a freebie hotel toothbrush since my old electrical friend had just died... so after weeks of that, getting this new toothbrush, with settings, and three removable heads and a blinking red light, well it was just like getting Harry Potter's wand to brush my teeth with! Totally magical!
Our Saturday afternoon was spent assembling the new shoe-rack on the living-room floor, it was like Kinder Eggs for adults. It was so easy that it made us instantly suspicious - the last thing we assembled were a dining set that were so complex and evil to build that I was forced to burn the instructions after we were done, on general principle. But no, the shoe-rack hasn't collapsed yet. It stands there, like a glowing beacon of civilization to two people who used to keep their shoes on a collapsible fabric towel rack.
We're savages. Savages and hippies.