Saturday Night Out

 OK, here're some photos. We went to a concert--West Texas Wind Ensemble. Very small, but great musicians, decent music (more modern than I like for winds), and a chance to dress up.

The dress is--omigod!--polyester velvet. I HATE polyester, but this feels more like rayon velvet than polyester, and it was, I think, $2 and probably brand new. It was a size 6P, and The EGE likes the way it fits (although it's bigger than I thought it would be--I was hoping for "form-fitting," but nothing ever is unless it's spandex, and then it just looks sleezy).

The shoes are Gianni Bini, on clearance for some amazing price--I don't remember what it was, but I know they were cheap because I wouldn't have bought them otherwise--they're easily the highest heels I've ever owned because I never used to wear heels at all when I was younger and often the tallest person in the room anyway. Foolish girl. I like them because I think they look like witch's shoes. Go figure.

The tights--something on clearance at some store on some road trip. Never worn before. I like how they look like tattoos instead of tights. They're opaque--that's not my skin showing through.

Coat--this was one of the vintage coats on sale over the holidays. It's lamb, and I think it's actually hide, rather than just wool. I would never buy anything like this new, but I felt sorry for it and wanted to bring it home. I pet it a lot. It still makes me sad, but not as sad as it would have made me to leave it there. I bought a fur stole from him one year during the same clearance for the same reason. I wore it to Artfest, and you'd have thought I'd clubbed the animal to death right there in front of everyone. No good explaining that I was at least the 3rd or 4th owner and thatI would never buy new fur. The cats slept with it, and I borrowed it when I wanted to wear it. Hard to explain. I'm horrified by new fur, but very old fur just makes me sad and protective. When I go into his shop, I steer away from the section with fur and don't look at it. I'm OK as long as I don't start to pet it.

Moving on. The bling--no African Diamond Mine Obscenity here. They all cost $1 each, and they're the sparkliest stuff I've ever seen. I'd like to make a chandelier out of these. Oh, wait--I already have a chandelier full of cheap bling.

The crocheted lace wristlets are a gift from my friend Miss Julia. Her mother makes the most amazing things, and I love these. I see beads in their future, I'm afraid.

So there you go. Oh, wait! Here's the best photo of all--the photographer:

 Thanks for coming by! It's 10:30 pm, and I think it's time for dinner~~
XO