Alas, I’m not off to gwan git mi dagger on pon de Carnival – Katie’s enfeebled metabolism is not quite recovered sufficiently to handle a dangerous cocktail of Red Stripe, Guinness Punch and dried oregano. Instead, I took the little scruffbag for a walk in Victoria Park, followed by an early Sunday lunch and then a trip to the fishmongers – I’m cooking up sea bass and clams later. If my 19-year-old self could see me now, he’d probably punch me in the face.
Katie’s been in dishabille all day – my crumpled Hackett plus fours, a granny crocheted cardie from French Connection and Red or Dead sunnies. Well…it is Bank Holiday Sunday.
Love the granny cardigan and the shoes.
katie, you are looking much better.
Amor y abrazos!!!
I’m sorry but this outfit is horrendous. There is granny chic and then there is just a complete mishmash of horrible clothes. Normally love all your outfits though!
Keep being ridiculously funny it really does brighten up my day! Glad to see the lovely girl looking a bit better!
Artfully hippie-ish! And the bit about Joe’s 19-year-old self punching his current self was pretty good too.
Hope Katie’s feeling better. And those plus fours are awesome!