*Film pronounced Fillum of course!
Yesterday, like today was such a joyous day. The sun was finally shining and there was a subtle warmth in the air- not warm 'get out the deck chairs warm' but you know, enough to take the chill factor down a peg or two- ha- take that my winter blues- we have sun…. oh and I was off to the flicks in the evening (the Kings Speech)- the first of the year, so I had things to look forward to too!
I’m afraid I got a bit carried away with such sunny weather frivolities, and pulled out my white linen skirt and bolero suit, teamed it with a sprigged blue and green blouse, and my pink 40’s sunnies! (The only original part of my outfit! Also not pictured!). I was rather pleased to get out this costume- maybe not quite right for this time of year, but this didn’t stop me, and anyway, there was no way I was going to dress in something dull if I had to be (stuck) at work on such a lovely day.
Haha this one makes me laugh- a short timer…at least I smiled!
.. I can just hear my ma saying…" 'ere she showing a bit of leg!"- Honestly!
Finally I picked two dresses- my navy crepe and another 40’s American brown crepe dress (one with issues!) both had their good and bad points, and both went with my pink heels that I had set my heart on wearing….after all that dressing up nonsense, I picked a totally different dress (needs no excusing, I’m a girl!)- My very first in fact. Mum magically ironed it larger and longer (hurrah to the extra wears I can now get out of this dress!).
I dressed, found my 37 coronation brooch, clipped it to my favourite navy coat (my only navy coat!), slipped on my pink 40’s peeptoes and I was away to watch the kings speech.
Whilst approaching the cinema I got ‘ what on earth are you wearing’- but I didn’t care as it was hurled across the street from a right scruffy lot, and any hoo it was soon cancelled out when a very well dressed older lady complimented me on my outfit.
|my first 40's dress.... sniff, sniff.|
As I have said before- big shoulders are a weakness….
All in all the film was very enjoyable- quite funny in fact. Mind you, I was a little niggled about the speck of dust that kept on moving in one scene- first you see it, then it’s a shot of someone else, then back on to Colin Filth (hehe)...hang on, where’s that white fluff? But that’s just a minor quibble- but an annoying one! As for the surroundings- rather nice as modern picture houses go- luckily I was on the end of a row so I could stretch out my dying legs, wiggle my numbing arms and sort out my annoying necklace clasp that kept on catching on my ye olde beaded hairnet- darn it! Why did I wear both? (note to self: wear one or the other, NEVER both). It was soooooo embarrassing trying to untangle it in the foyer, none of my friends could do it, and it was made even more cringe-worthy by the fact every body was staring at me! Oh, the swift side glances, the ever so loud whispers and the obvious head to toe lookers- my own fault, so I can’t complain….