sulky face after i got turned away as a blood donor because they couldnâ€™t find a nice vein to poke the needle into.
here i am indulging in swiss coffee and reading the fascinating Gladwell book.
the colours are off in this photo but the blazer is black, the sheer tunic is grey and the knee length pants (rescued from banishment. why do mothers buy clothes that they cannot fit into?) are black as well.
the sequins are a bit much, but hey if anyone's going to stare at anything, i'd rather they stare at my head.