Ah black. The trusty uniform for Melbournites everywhere.
It’s funny sunnycloudyrainyclearwindystill day that’s requiring an all-purpose outfit, so I’ve surrendered to the impulse to all-black my wardrobe.
Today I’m wearing
skirt: George Gross, an extravagance when I bought it, oh, seven years ago, but it’s never failed me. I would wear it sparingly, then laboriously sponge off any marks, so as to extend its usefullness between dry-cleaning. Recently (last week, ahem!) it accidentally made its way into the general washing load… and came out unscathed. Hurrah!
shoes: Poetic License
headband: who knows? Portmans maybe?
obi: Yoshi Jones
Who doesn’t love an Obi? I’ve got two from Australian designer Yoshi Jones http://www.yoshijones.com/ , this one, and other with two odd little baby faces on it. It’s just the thing for brightening up a severe black outfit, or even for adding a bit of glam to a jeans and white tee look. I like the particularly because they actually fit around my somewhat voluminous hips. I know it’s not strictly the right way to wear an Obi, but I look like a ninny when it’s sitting under my considerable shelf.