Licensed To Frill

Well, dearies, I went out for my Christmas dinner with my girlie cousins a few days ago and I impressed myself, for I stuck to plan.  During a free-for-all outing trying session recently here I stumbled upon a super combo of silky frilled tunic and coated biker jeans.  Perfect for the night out with the girls I had in my diary.

But I needed another layer for 'tis the season of iffy temperatures, inside and out.

As reward for taking hurried shots of me before I left the house, I let The Photographer choose my 2nd layer.



I thought he might like the neatness of this little round-collared black velvet jacket. 

But no, he doesn't go a bundle on shirts hanging down below top layers, so this jacket was cast aside.

I thought TP might light this long line Monsoon cardi, for I felt it followed the foppish look of the New Romantics style frilled top.  But it was a no to this too, though no explanation was offered and when having photos taking hurriedly I know better than to ask for him to justify his view.

So, with the clock ticking and his patience being stretched to its max, I threw on this oversized tuxedo.  Feminine frilly offset by masculine tailoring.

"Yes, I'm liking that one" said TP. 

"Is it because it is the one I'm wearing and you want me out the house?" I enquired, based on previous similar situations where his choice and a ticking clock abutted.

"No!" was his immediate response.  "It is the best look".

Well, I was not going to argue with The Photographer With Fashion Views.  Tux, it was.

I managed to sneak in a James Bond shot.  The Pout, Licensed To Frill.

And then a Batman shot in my cape coat worn for the journey.

With that, my window of photo snapping opportunity was closed and I was ushered out the door, on my way to an evening of chat and festive cheer.

Keeping to plan makes for stress-free dressing, ladies.  I really do wish I could keep this up.

A la perchoine.