I've had to up the ante against the cold. London is apparently getting snow in the next couple of days! The jeans and gilet are the spoils of past winter sales. Since wintry weather continues here until about April anything I pick up in the winter sales is far from the end of its useful seasonal life.
I like shaggy sheepskin gilets like this because my hair just blends right on in!
I got the jeans for the lines of gold buttons trailing down the backs of the legs but it's been a challenge to find shoes that work with them as they are a bit long for me. Usually I wear with a high, decorative, chunky heel and split open the last few buttons to show the heel off. My knee is still not happy though so heels are still out. A wedge however, I can do. Last night I tried them with my hairy wedge boots.
These jeans are by Sienna Miller and her designer sister and after I had them for about a year I discovered that they had been inspired by trousers worn by the Mexican Mariachi. I found that quite amusing so last night when I wore them out to go for drinks with a girlfriend I went for a Mariachi lost in Mongolia kind of theme.
I spent a whole day with three Mariachis on a film set once. Some bright spark directing thought that flamenco dancers perform to Mariachi music. Hello? Different countries, completely different musical genres! It annoys me when people who should make more of an effort don't do their homework and lump flamenco into the same bag as a whole lot of Latin American dance and music styles. I can't tell you how many times I've had people ask me to dance flamenco to salsa music, Argentinian tango or Ravel's "Boléro".
The director corralled the Mariachis and I together. Jubilantly grinning and clicking his fingers to some Latin rhythm of his own invention to show that he knew, and was just so clever at the cultural coup he'd scored for his production, he told us to do our thang. Lord only knows what strange vision of flamenco dancing he had in mind. The Mariachis and I regarded each other in faint panic and then had to explain that no such thang would be possible. They couldn't play flamenco music to save their lives and so I was duly absolved from dancing and spent the day standing around like a decorative pot plant in the background scenery.
I did love the Mariachis outfits though - so marvelously OTT! I should have asked to keep one of the sombreros.
Here are some snaps of the sun drenched fields of France. I write this from the UK now where the end of summer is nigh. The days are gett...
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