So I looked down at my Tuesday attire and realised that I couldn't be further from pattern if I tried ... really hard. I looked as if I was heading off for a funeral.
But there was a method in my madness ... a reason for my dullness.
It's Tuesday ... my day out .... lunch @ Noodle Express ...and I fully intended having the Laksa.
Now anyone who's a fan of Laksa knows that black is the ONLY practical colour to wear during it's consumption.
Then as it turned out I was actually at a funeral. Due to an exorbitant increase in rent ... thanks so much Westfield ... my favourite little noodle joint is closing it's doors at the end of the week.
I am shocked and grieving.
Plus, I never made it all the way through their menu ... which was my intention ... so one of my life goals has been thwarted as well!
But I digress ... a really long way.
This afternoon, to cheer myself up I searched my cupboards for a pattern ... one that speaks to me ... one that makes me happy.
And then I found it.
When I originally found it in the end of summer sales it was the colours that attracted me ... then the way the pattern draped drew me in a little further ... and then the red sales tag pricing it at $24.95 sealed the deal.
I don't wear it very often ... but when I do it makes me feel like some free love, seventies era, kaftan wearing goddess.
It cheers me up ... and today I really needed some solace.
RIP Noodle Express ... I'll miss you
My thighs on the other hand are breathing a great sigh of relief.