ah but i was so much older then

First, is it just me who feels sad the World Cup is over? The last time, when Italy beat France, I was IN ITALY, WITH ITALIANS, at the best restaurant, on the lake, watching it on a sheet hung up with a tv somehow projected on it, people jumping during the game, shouting, others shouting at them in Italian to sit down, they're blocking the screen. And when the Head Butt Incident occurred, and they won, I was literally lifted off the ground by the tiny wife of the owner of the restaurant. Fireworks in the town, wonderful chaos.

When England lost to Germany, we were at a ping pong party, sweltering outside and getting knocked out in the first round, during the last two decisive goals.

This time, it was just me, Mr. Dot, and the cat.



Because I'm a woman and can multi task, I was following the game (he said to pick a side, and I chose Spain), while I dug out clothes and started layering things on for a half time photo shoot. I was actually dressed like this for the first half. 'You look like a mad clown', said the Dot Dude. 'You'd really better be ready, because you're getting four minutes for this shoot.'

The reason I did it is I did a post recently ('take a bow') that I'd shot with a timer and a tripod on the roof of my NY apartment, a million years ago. Two shots. And I wanted to show that I can still do splits in the air.



This is the dress I wore for the ping pong party, when I got a heat rash, and afterwards he said 'that dress is so wrong for you.' And it is. I wanted to show it to you to show that a) I can get it so wrong and b) that not every shape is right for every figure. This one doesn't work, I feel, because I don't have an hour glass figure, the waist is too high and exaggerates my torso being proportionately shorter than my legs (at 5' 4", I'm probably average to small height, but my legs are proportionately longer).. and the prevailing reason, the reason I'm now good friends with Louisa, formerly Anonymous, is IT IS TOO CUTE FOR MY AGE.

TOO CUTE. I can't stress that enough.



So I'm gonna give it away. I don't know how I'll manage this as I'm fleeing the country this Wednesday, for a few weeks. But you can start now: if you want it, it's yours. Just tell me in comments that you want it, and why, and we'll take it from there.



It was really hard to narrow down the shots for this post - Mr. Dot just basically shot a ton, like it was movie film, and we were back inside before halftime was over. I'll probably post more another time, as I literally cannot choose. Mr. Dot and I, after Spain won (which immediately turned me into a Holland supporter: I can't bear to see anyone sad), were wishing we were at our favourite holiday spot (one of them), the Hotel Hurricane outside Tarifa, on the coast of Andalusia. To be there, huddled round the one tv in the lobby, when they won.. we were scrutinising the photos because it looks like my leg isn't totally straight, and I was comparing it to my self back then, and we agreed, not bad for an old lady.

You may not be able to teach an old dog new tricks, but at least this one can still do her old ones. And the song? I can't do the original, by Bob Dylan, who wrote it (the lyrics are amazing) but the Byrds do a close second:





Dress: Topshop, barely worn. Leggings: American Apparel. Black suede pom pom flats, Topshop, practically vintage at this point.