Forget Maid Marian - feeling like Robin Hood is infinitely more empowering. My cross-slung camera feels like a quiver; one misstep and I'd have to shoot you, but only if you were fabulously dressed.
Details:
- Voller corset, made in England, retail many, many years ago
- long black T (you can see it under the corset), retail
- airship pendant, new from Little Lamp Sculpture on Etsy, my friend Monique
- ivory silk blouse with mother-of-pearl heart buttons, retail, Tokyo many, many years ago
- black stretch riding pants, sample sale (usually worn as jeggings with a tunic)
- stretch wedge-heel boots, thrifted
- fingerless gloves, retail
- "had-it-up-to-here" attitude, my very own
This last photo reminds me of a time tunnel. Funny how a shift from colour to black and white takes me from Sherwood Forest to the world of sci-fi.
I lament that this outfit is all black and white. How much more fun it would be to wear a similar ensemble in rainbow colours, but you work with what you've got at the moment.
At +50 some might question the age-appropriateness of this attire. I'm afraid in my current mood I would have to refer those people to my expletive-laden music video. Sorry to be so abrupt but Robin brings out a feisty shooting-apples-off-your-head non-chalance.
Would you/have you ever worn a corset for daytime wear? Do you have one?
Also, thank you for your kind comments on my last post. Now that I am recovering from my drunken Spider Woman hangover, as Pao so astutely pointed out, I see the wisdom of your words. It also helps that my cleaning is finished.
Now excuse me while I go find my merry man (that would be O) to drink grog (coffee) and feast (exploding garden salad).
PS. This post was written Wed and posted today, I like to marinate for a night.
