That said, I'm still wearing old tat, and still listening to old tunes, and still watching old films, even if my day job is mostly new games. I am currently pondering whether to get rid of some of my winter clothes – now I'm sewing more my style is definitely moving firmly into the 60s, so I'm not sure I will wear my woolly skirts as much. I think I'll hang onto them till the cold weather has set in, at least – a prolonged spell of icy weather might have me longing for something snuggly round my knees, or a session watching a few films noir might rekindle my desire to dress a bit 40s. Not that my hair will help now. It's properly in the 60s.
Yup, that's a fringe!
I was getting bored of my hair and had a fringe chopped into it. I'd been looking at old photos of Jean Shrimpton, and while I knew a mere haircut wasn't going to cut off 20 years and four stone, I decided to get the fringe anyway. And I like it! It looked a bit wiggy straight out of the salon, but by the following day had much more of the Shrimpton vibe.
Today I got to see what the whole lot would look like once it had been rained on – a bit wilder than the Shrimpton look, but not awful. All that effort with a brush and the dryer for nothing. The black trousers and velvet jacket are the result of some truly atrocious weather. We've gone from a heatwave to a persistent downpour. (We need Ann to come on holiday again and bring the sunshine back!)