So I finally decided to shave my legs (first time in weeks!) and decided that the occasion called for stockings. Which, in turn, called for heels.
STOCKINGS stolen from my mother's closet (but originally from Harrod's I think?) |
HAIRPIECE & EARRING feria de Bolsón
It was really not quite so sad as I make it out to be in that first picture - what happens is sometimes I get self-conscious about my smile, and decide to go for forlorn instead. (Other times I get self-conscious about my non-smile and spend a day wandering around with a manic grin permanently plastered across my face.) Actually, with two churrascos* under our belt for this weekend, and a few potential new friends, it feels like we're finally coming into our own in São Paulo. Sadly, we are leaving soon.
But I suppose it's the necessity of situations like these that serves as the mother of the invention of the phrase c'est la vie!, and really, that is just the way it is, isn't it.
But all in all, my life is seeming pretty fabulous at the moment. Apartment in Rio for Carnaval 2013 has been booked, sambadromo tickets bought, extra party money set aside - all that's left are the costumes! Ironically, I've been a SATC fan since the age of 14 and I still don't own a tutu - something needs to be done about that.