it ain't just me that is the peacock

I have been making an effort to get up at human hours rather than vampiric ones and finally making it for lunch hours! So this week with my thesis done and his workload temporarily cooled off, Saturday meant. . Vietnamese lunch down the street. A photograph of D holding the tiny square coffee cup to exhibit contrast (because he's a staggering 6-foot-5) led to shots of me. . and you know how the story goes. The light filtering in was perfect . . and I am making a mental note that the next place to live in has perfect lighting. (And as agreed upon, loads of space for my shoes). Red and black is the perfect colour combination. . and red lips are an addiction. The other day I was walking around town in this shade and some prickdiot pointed at me and told a girl next to him, "Look at those lips! How many rounds of fillers??!" Which got me momentarily stumped and then bemused. Well obviously full lips must exist somewhere for the whole idea of collagen and what-not fillers to result in The Makings of Trout Pouts right? I'd prefer to think of them as Geisha Lips (as some call it haha) because. . well, better than trout.

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We decided to pass on desserts to eat *more* later, noticing that there was a cheesecake in the fridge and loads of other desserts still. "Oh tragedy huh, we got too much to eat", he deadpanned. Lol. Checked out the Art & Craft Market and made off with a few good finds which we're both extremely happy about. Slowly I am uncovering facets of this man who is becoming increasingly flamboyant much to my delight. Shirts with slight sheens and meticulous detailing, Farhi trousers and what-nots. . and, just check out those grey suede beauties (his shoes) which I picked out, he fell in love with, and I fell in lust with, before he bought them and couldn't stop admiring them over coffee and cakes. Following which I was accused that it is only under my influence that he is buying such stuff. Well, be honoured to be under my influence then. So in the end we went back with loads of new stuff on his part and a ruffled collar/ thingy in an amazing Oriental print that he got me :)  . . . basically there is another category of bodily contraptions apart from clothing, apparently. They are called 'decorations', and the ruffles allegedly fall into that category. The idea of 'decorations' is a great one anyhows. . Sometimes with the way I love to pile on the necklaces in what I christen The Christmas Tree Syndrome, I do believe that I might have been a Christmas tree in a past life, and a well-loved one at that.

Mango top; Osmose satin-and-lace skirt; vintage necklace; vintage & Aldo bangles; Warehouse cuff; Diva earrings; Charles & Keith Signature pumps; m)phosis belt; Christian Dior handbag.