Showing off my pink in the city

 

 

 

 

 

 I have learnt a few things lately.

I have learnt that the universe is often perverse, and likes to play really nasty pranks. It can be a real bitch sometimes.

My lovely co-worker, who would have to be one of the worlds most cheerful and up beat people, has been hit hard with the universes whammy stick and has had to deal with ridiculously difficult issues .

And she was. She was coping. It was hard but she was doing it.

So then the universe gave an evil little chuckle and decided to pervert things a tad more.

My pal came home after an emotionally exhausting day to find her beloved dog had died.

Universe, you are not just a cranky hormonal bitch, you are seriously f@#$&d up!!!

So with all the crazy going on there was nothing for me to do but cover myself in pink glory and take to the city with some lovely ladies to cause my own mischief.

 

 

Behold! The glory of pink! I have also learnt that if you are dressed entirely in pink and very much look like a lady, people are quite baffled (and even morally offended) when you do something uncouth like burp or swear.

 

 

 

 We ran amok in St Kilda and sampled some of the best sugary goodness the cake shops had to offer.

We shopped, we admired, we were admired, we laughed, we drank. Oh how we drank! I had the worlds strongest cocktail, with my knees going a bit rubbery after only a few sips. Very dangerous!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 We then decided to head back into the city and have a squiz at the amazing displays of theatrical and operatic costumes currently showing at the Art Centre. Now, after taking copious amounts of pix of all of the breathtaking works of frock art, I discovered that I was not actually meant to be taking photos of them. I have learnt that I often break the rules without even knowing. Oooops!

 

 

I have also learnt that when dressed entirely in pink you are a magnet for conversation, and random strangers like to come and admire and have a chat. Which is lovely if not a little disconcerting.

I even struck up a semi drunken conversation on the train home with a lovely chap who had fallen on hard times, because he admired my "hair thingies", as he so beautifully put it.

We discussed alternate universes, other planes of existence, dolphins, hats, Lady Ga Ga, life, the universe and everything. A good way to while away the boring and long trip home.

 

 

 

I am totally in love with this vintage dress and if I wasn't married already, would probably make some sort of undying love statement and elope with it. It was a Savers find that was a little torn and bedraggled but is now  a wardrobe staple. And when worn with my Drouin op shopped pink cardigan and bright pink bag I feel like a pink dream.

 

 

There are my "hair thingies" as they are now known. I just don't feel right without flowers in my hair!

 

 

Poor tired tootsies! I kicked off my heels and put the worn out fellas up to rest for the rest of the night.