This seems to be the week where I'm ticking things off a very specific shopping list. Osman Yousefzada for Mango dress. Check. Toothpaste. Check. Big black crow headband. Check. Dress, dental care, bird on the head. I'm pretty much set for the weekend now.
So it wasn't just all talk as I did indeed procure a black crow headband from the wonderful Buddug Wyn Humphreys and spent my now free Fridays (I'm trying to think of as many alliterating phrases to describe the fact that I no longer work on Fridays...fantastic, fabulous, fabby, freaking, fierce - it's all too much for me really...) perching the bird on my head and walking so that my head doesn't droop too much as to de-mount the bird. The crow definitely deserves much better than a slouchy stance from myself and to defiantly walk out of the door with it on, it would really have to be shoulders back, swan-neck and head held high. However, to make it convincing as a piece of legitimate headwear as opposed to 'Crazy lady with a bird head', my initial trick is probably ignoring the existence of the bird entirely, hence a fairly low-key, minimal outfit that goes kind of like 'Yanked on this elasticated skirt, slipped into a slinky pleated top, shrugged on the Lanvin tuxedo jacket, and stepped into the Sergio Rossi wedges.' Yes, of course, there is NATURALLY a crow on my head. Nothing to look at over here whatsoever... it is supposed to be there...
