Burgundyberrywine. The colour of my coated jeggings is perhaps
best described in this portmanteau, because I do believe that colour is in the eye of the beholder.
Plum, aubergine ... oh I could go on, but I will stop here because no matter what it's called, it's all shades of dark red and puce and it's going into so many of my outfits at the moment.
Looks like berry isn't just for Christmas.
So when the neighbours down the end of the garden invited us for a neighbours' supper, I thought no further than berry coated jeans for my Saturday night out. Out of the house, yes, but just a few yards down the track! I don't think I walked off even one of the many tasty calories my dear neighbour put on my plate :-(.
The Outfit Bit
Yes. That colour jeggings, with a black tunic blouse. I found a camisole in Peacocks for £4 last week and snapped it up as I saw immediately that it was the same colour as the jeggings and my gorgeous new berry knee boots. And bing-o, it was. This long cami is going to be so useful to column with the jeggings for putting together with cardis, and the occasional jacket if I'm feeling a bit more dressy.
Peacocks also have jeggings (not coated) in the same colour; yes, I was tempted but stopped myself for fear of going into berry overkill territory. But they're really nice, if you fancy smearing a bit of berry on your legs.
I thought the pointy toed heels were perfect pitch for this night-out outfit, but practicality ruled the
day night. Yes, I only had to walk a few yards to my destination, but it was raining heavily, wind-ing even heavier, so as soon as I poked my nose out of the window I was inspired to swap for boots.
I'd worn the top and jeggings recently for another at-home supper at the home of friends.
Then, I'd slipped a woolly jumper over the tunic that time, probably as I was at the tail end of sinusitis.
I think the tunic on its own changes the outfit into something a bit more partyish.
What do you think?
The Food Bit
I took no photos of the meal, respectful of the fact that it's post-Christmas and there may be a few serious dieters reading this. But just want to say this. When at our neighbours' drinks party before Christmas we'd talked about getting together a bit more frequently than once a year. When our neighbour invited us for this supper the week before, I started rambling on about how it's the getting together that's important, and that I'd keep the food very simple when I host. She totally agreed and said she was keeping her menu simple too. She was doing a crab and prawn tian for starter, then a choice of sea bass or beef bourginon (or both!) for mains. Pudding would be a citrus posset, lemon merengue pie and a fruit crumble.
Oh my!!! That's simple?!!!!
On the night itself she kept to a lighter touch. Slightly.
The tian was delicious and I would have been happy to stop there. But I didn't want to appear precious so I soldiered on. For the cause, you understand.
As we all chose to keep it light with just the fish for mains, she didn't serve the beef, but then did bring to the table a choice of cod or hake, both en papillote. And she only served the posset, though the other two pudds were on the countertop if we fancied. No, no, posset would be just lovely to round off the splendid meal, we all chimed. So on to the table came the possets. Lemon, lime, orange. Yes, she'd made three types of posset!
And that, readers, is the act that I will be following!!!!
A la perchoine.