Weekend trip to my old hoods!
I’m here to visit my sister and my hairdresser, first time after moving north.
I packed really light so when we decided to go out for drinks, I had to raid my sisters closet. She has all sort of weird and cool clothing pieces she finds from the fleamarket and it’s always fun to have a little trial. The western shirt was quite nice on me, the jeans are my own and actually the boots are my fleamarket find from way back, but I felt the outfit didn’t suit the winter weather so I needed something else.
After strutting about and acting like a fool in all sorts of get-ups, I ended up wearing my own knit top and borrowed this glorious green silk bomber jacket. Of course I also wore a winter jacket on top and looked like a toddler but it is what it is.
It was really weird to be out in a bar in the evening now that I no longer live in the city and rarely leave home other than for work, groceries and secondhand shopping. I quess it was interesting to see people out and about but two drinks and two bars was enough.