I mentioned that Cornflake and I hit the sherry over last weekend?
The fruits of that episode have been arriving by various delivery methods throughout the week. I’ve made a note to refrain from shopping on the internet while bored and/or after a half litre of cheap plonk. I’ve indulged in the low rent, sofa version of shoe shopping in Selfridge after a visit to their champagne bar.
The first thing to arrive was a bright orange dress, bright orange. I used to own an orange mac, I can’t quite remember why I ended up taking it to the charity shop. Next came a huge bottle of hand sanitiser. Sensible enough given our circumstances. Then came the rather fabulous bright green suede shoes.
More cross stitch kits are also on their way. I’d bought special filler for a pincushion I made, now I need to make many more pincushions to use it up, there’s a lot of it. I’m very susceptible to bulk purchase pricing.
The woman shopping from our sofa obviously felt the need for cheery colours last weekend. Was it even me that ordered these things? The owner of the black and navy wardrobe? Perhaps, in some deep unconscious part of me I imagine that I’m a chrysalis and that I’ll emerge from isolation, created anew, a butterfly.
Probably not.
I have been of the opinion for many years, that green shoes go with everything. I’ve had a few pairs. In fact I have lots of coloured shoes, red goes with most things, yellow too. One of my all time favourite shoes are shocking pink.
Anyhow, Cherry threw a spanner in that particular works.
Midweek we were video chatting, I was lying on my bed with various items from my drunken shopping session around me. She pointed out that it’s probably not advisable to wear the new green shoes with the new orange dress, unless, I’m looking for an outfit that represents the Irish flag. My white legs would complete the vision.
Point taken.
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