cutting the mustard

Minutes after taking this shop window shot on Sloane Avenue, I met Lin, from Malaysia, in Sloane Square. Didn't even think of the similarity in her pose until now. I wish I'd asked her where she got her jacket, Iove the cut & fabric: like felt. What would you call that colour? Lemon? Mustard? It's just uncannily similar to the window shot.



I was a little stuck with my title for this one, and out of curiosity, looked up the phrase. It means 'To succeed; to come up to expectations' which is apt: to me, this look does. As for the origins.. I can't write it all down here, but for those who are curious, here is the explanation, which is really pretty funny. The short version is: no one knows! Oh also by coincidence I made Mr. Dot one of his favourite suppers tonight: welsh rarebit. Or, rabbit. Made with cheese, worcestershire sauce, and mustard. He hates mustard, but he loves welsh rarebit (or, rabbit). And obviously, there is no rabbit in the dish. And hey ho! Just realised my previous title had the word cheese in it! I swear I didn't plan that either.

And on that note, I'm ending this silly rambling post.