|Shoes: Ecco; Dress: I long ago cut out the tag, so I don't know; Bracelet, clutch, small diamond ring, and locket: vintage; Gold band: bespoke; Wave ring: Effy; Earrings: made by a friend; Headband: Stylize; Rosebud earring: boutique|
It also juxtaposes nicely with the really tough, black and blue outfit I wore in my last post.
This block is just around the corner from where I live but, after my back got bad, it took me about a year to be able to get to it. My incentive for trying when it was so difficult was the beauty of the street, all gardened by the residents. I would hobble along with my cane, very very slowly and in great pain, doing my best.
The people in this house said I could sit on their steps any time I needed a rest and I often took them up on it, whether they were there or not. Their cat, Stella, would join me.
I'm not sure why, but this little dead-end street, with houses on one side, and a little valley for the railroad on the other, always seemed kind of magical to me...
... like the kind of place where I might find faeries if I looked hard enough or lingered long enough.
I needed that sense of magic in those first few years of my infirmity.
I still do.
Lucky for me, I can still find it here.
I felt that my outfit and jewelry kind of matched the wistful, magical quality of the block.
In my greens and purples and pinks, I felt that I kind of blended in with the foliage...
... the colours of which matched my own.
And the berries of which gave me a nice little snack.
(I'm linking this up over at Visible Mondays and Share in Style.)