This morning, after a vile night, I left for work a bit later than normal. I chose (as I do most Fridays) to be a bit gothed up.
So, black top, newrocks, black and shiny red socks, and a 2 layer purple brocade and black lace skirt. I'm walking up to the station when I realise that my right leg is incredibly cold. I look down to see the top of my leg protected from the elements by only a bit of lace. Brr. My thought was that I'd just got the hem of the underskirt caught when I went to the loo.
Sorted it out on the train. "Hey look everyone. Tiny black knickers"... No, not really. I was able to do it without exposing my bum.
Then I went out at lunchtime. Walking up to Waitrose, "Hm, leg getting cold...Ah, leg is bare..."
Seems the combination of the coat I'm wearing and the skirt don't work, and are an instant fashion disaster.
Arse.
Alice.
So, black top, newrocks, black and shiny red socks, and a 2 layer purple brocade and black lace skirt. I'm walking up to the station when I realise that my right leg is incredibly cold. I look down to see the top of my leg protected from the elements by only a bit of lace. Brr. My thought was that I'd just got the hem of the underskirt caught when I went to the loo.
Sorted it out on the train. "Hey look everyone. Tiny black knickers"... No, not really. I was able to do it without exposing my bum.
Then I went out at lunchtime. Walking up to Waitrose, "Hm, leg getting cold...Ah, leg is bare..."
Seems the combination of the coat I'm wearing and the skirt don't work, and are an instant fashion disaster.
Arse.
Alice.
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