I went to brunch today with the ex, who also happens to be one of my best friends (f***ed up, I know). Anyway, brunch means basically two things to me:
1. The chance to eat pancakes covered in butter and sirup without feeling guilty, because, as everyone (except my waistline) knows, brunch doesn't count. Same goes for holidays and all food consumed while on vacation.
2. I get to dress up! Well, either more so than I normally do, or at least I get a day off from curious stares (see a good entry about this by Super Kawaii Mama on her blog!). I have a thing for hats, and have a lovely set of hat boxes (see above), but have never managed to wear them out that much. I didn't end up wearing this hat out, as it wouldn't stay put, but I thought it deserved a photo... or two... or three...
Hat: What my mum wore when she got married instead of a veil
Dress: My absolute favorite vintage dress ever (w/ little knitting needles and balls of wool). But it is disintegrating! So depressing!
<--- my lovely thigh-highs! I wish these came in thicker fabric, because I hate how tights fall down, and I have to walk around with my knees tied together.
