Very Dazed and Confused

A Dazed and Confused exhibition warranted the premier outing of the furry gilet (it must be pronounced with a silent t and a flourish for maximum effect). This ‘gilet’ is made of long faux black fur that almost looks like feathers when worn, and quite strangely it came from Miss Selfridge. Despite dithering in the shop, wondering would it work, I purchased and Thursday evening the temperature seemed suitable for the gilet.



The Dazed exhibitions= a good knees up, of course with a little art thrown in for good measure. The cocktails were plentiful, pretty and so strong a sip made you wince and blink.




So we winced and blinked happily to some music in the Old St offices. It was warm but I rather stubbornly, well stupidly, did not remove the gillet for I had grown accustomed to it. I took a pictures of my companions as we stepped outside for some fresh smoky air.

Ellie (on the left) is actually wearing a maternity dress she found in Angel market! Looks brilliant, and it must be nice to know you have a little accommodation should you fancy a large lunch, unbuttoning trousers is so unbecoming…



We left quite early and went for a bottle of fine white and some bags of crisp in Bar Music Hall. There some Jane Normans with jangley belts started a little ruckus, but we left leaving them clanking away ‘sexily’ and were safely home by 10. Becky and I cooked some bagels on the toaster and set the fire alarm off. All in all an enjoyable eve.