Lately, I've been feeling zksanfanjsak. In case you don't speak fluent Smacking Forehead on Keyboard, that translates roughly to "FUCK MY FUCKING LIFE FUCKKKKK" - because I came down with the flu and was subsequently confined to my bed for a week.

Flu: 1, Jen: 0.

I've also been feeling zksanfanjsak because I bought these tie-dye leggings that, no matter in what variation I wear them, I just can't pull off. I saw a 50-something-year-old lady in a leopard print pair the other day and wanted to weep in jealousy. By any logic, she shouldn't have looked as good as she did, but she absolutely blew my mind.

A 50-something-year-old lady in leopard print leggings blew my mind.

In any case, I think I better answer to my inner shrieks of disgust and return the tie-dye leggings. Goodness knows I wasn't being realistic when I bought them. Still, my new goal in life is to be able to squeeze into a pair of crazy printed pants - post-menopause - and still look fierce. Like that 50-something-year-old lady.

Oh hello, outfit post:

Forcast blouse, Temt sequin vest, DIY tube skirt,
Diva rosary, mum's lace up boots

This is what I threw on last week to eat out with Andrew who I hadn't seen in a week because we'd both caught whatever was going round. The lesson here, kids, is not to wear white if you're going to eat pasta. You will cry. And then you will blog about it. Bah!

Listening to: Michael Jackson - Remember the Time (Sleeper Heartbroken Remix)