On Friday evening our oven unexpectedly gave up the ghost, just as we were about to cook our dinner of meatballs in tomato sauce! Yup, Friday night was meatball night in our house. Ee gads, what to do to save the meatballs? Our lovely neighbour swooped to the rescue, like a culinary caped crusader and very graciously cooked said meatballs in her oven, thereby avoiding ‘meatballgate’. Phew!
Fortunately, we were out for lunch on Saturday at friends, meaning we only had to survive Saturday’s dinner, sans oven. Sunday then turned into a mini oven buying day. We live life on the edge round our way!
Therefore my first outfit for The Seasonal Skinny challenge needed to be practical. A simple, put-on-and-go-out-to-buy-a-mini-oven, kinda outfit. As we’re in September, my first Seasonal Skinny is my Autumn pair of red ochre skinny jeans, which I teamed with a classic, navy & white striped t-shirt. You can read all about The Seasonal Skinny Style Challenge I’m doing here.
Striped t-shirts are such easy items to wear and are ideal staples for everyone’s wardrobe, including mine. They never go out of style and look good with everything from skinny jeans to swanky skirts.
I always think a stripe-y tee just cries out to be accessorised with spots of some kind. My polka dot tote was practically panting at the front door like an exuberant puppy, waiting to go out for walkies, when I donned my stripe-y tee. We have the very visually satisfying combination of blue stripes on white and white dots on blue.
I love this bag. It’s my I-can-fit-everything-into-it-including-the-kitchen-sink bag. You would not believe the stuff I can squidge into it. Most days it contains my Pilates leggings and t-shirt, spikey massage ball, umbrella, water bottle, lesson plan notepad, client notepad, A5 sized work diary (yes, I still use an old fashion paper diary), far too many pairs of glasses for various needs from sunnies to readers, as well as your normal handbag bits and bobs. It truly is a warhorse of an everyday bag.
I bought it two summers ago when we were ‘up north’ on holiday and by ‘up north’ I mean really ‘up north’, as far as you can in England, in Northumberland. We visited Lindisfarne, or Holy Island as it’s also known and on the island there’s a tiny National Trust shop. There, my polka dot titan of a tote was waiting for me.
The other accessory that strip-y tees love to have adorn them is abit of bling. And to tie in with the red of the jeans, I wore my Brooke necklace in coral, pink and reddy-brown. I also have the same necklace in turquoise, which I wore in my Floaty Watercolour Floral Shirt post.
It was a warm day on Saturday – no jacket required – but I felt I needed a little something else so I slipped on some blue bracelets. I did care that some of them are silver and the necklace is gold? Nah, because life is to short to worry about matching your accessories to within an inch of their lives.
It seems I’ve two pairs of cousins in this outfit. The first being the Brooke necklaces I own; here in coral, the other in turquoise. These sandals are the second pair of cousins. They are the blue cousins of the black ones I wore with my Seascape top last month.
I’m nothing if not a practical gal. If it works in one colour, snap it up in another!
I wonder if Sunday was one of the last sandal wearing days of this year or will the toes hold off from going into hibernation for a week or two longer?
Back home from our most exciting of shopping trips, where the goal of mini oven buying was far and away achieved and executed with military precision, it was time for a few snaps.
Here I am pondering all the culinary delights TallBrownFox will be able to create from our brand spanking, ever so shiny, new mini oven, until we decide upon the fate of the old knackered one!
Dorothy Perkins Skinny Jeans (preloved e-bay)
Warehouse striped t-shirt SS14
Gorgeous Statements Brooke Necklace. Nude colourway
National Trust Navy Blue & White oil cloth tote (old). Their tote in burgundy polka dot here
TLC Sandals (sold out)
In the meantime, I’m glad to report that the meatballs turned out just dandy. They survived being carried the distance from our neighbour’s kitchen to ours, making sure her two dogs didn’t knock me down on route, cos they smelled MEATballs. I didn’t trip over anything and send meatballs and tomato sauce flying everywhere. Years of Pilates practice has clearly prepared me beyond measure for the skill of meatball carrying. TallBrownFox was mightly grateful for this as he got to eat his dinner.
My tip of the week is… always live next door to kindly folk whose oven lasts longer than yours.