A Day of Drifting in Putty



 

 

Hi my dearies.  For those in the Northern Hemisphere, I hope Spring is bustin' out all over!

For those in the Southern Hemisphere, snuggle up and get hyggelige.

 

 

 

I recently wore yet another slouch cardi from Primark. 

  

 (Don't quite know what I was trying to achieve in the l/h shot, but I appear to have lost my arms!)

Well, they are verrrrrrrry comfortable.   Snuggly.  Hyggelige.

This one is in a nice neutral putty so with a print top and black jeans it made quite a pleasing outfit.  

I would remind readers not familiar with my work that my clothes are most definitely day to day outfits, mostly not new, and shown mostly in day to day contexts. 

 

 

After dressing - and, in case my osteopath ever readers this, after a most hearty breakfast - I drifted my context over here today, to Battle,

 

 

I gave you the sightseeing bit here.  Today, I just drifted.

 

 

I drifted past this shop window.  My stalwart readers will know I have a bit of a thing for mustard and grey, yellow and grey ... the colour mix just sings out to me.

 

The shops are ready for Easter.  I popped in here to pick up a few little treats for the grandkiddies.

 

 

It goes without saying, the buildings in the old town are cute and quirky.



I think this display was an invitation to treat, in the literal sense rather than the legal sense. 

These were singing "come rest your weary legs, old pensioner".

 

This would have been an OOTD ca. 1900.  How smart.  Hope you can see past the reflection.

 

 I drifted happily in my little putty outfit, then stopped for a coffee and to share a cheese scone with The Photographer.  Then home.  There was a marathon rugby fest on TV.  The things one does to keep a Photographer happy, eh.

 

A la perchoine.