Lucille Ball, polka-dots and all

Photo credit emilysgifts.com

Today was the first day back at work after ten days of letting my internal clock wake me no earlier than 10am. Needless to say I was less than thrilled to be there. So to liven my mood and go full on with this whole "classic red lips" thing I decided to sport my black and white polka-dot 50's style dress. A sweetheart had this made for my birthday last year and I relish every chance I have to wear it. I also think this was the first day I had brushed my hair since Christmas. I wore it down and straight with my Betty Page bangs slightly crooked after an encounter with the Chinese hairdresser at an unknown salon. Sydney is the windy city, I don't care what Chicago has to say about it. No less than three times today did the wind whip my platinum blond locks into my face, cementing them into my scarlet lip gloss. It was like I had walked into a spiderweb trying to get the hair detached from my face. After it was sticky and stained red with sparkly gloss the wind caught it again and stuck it to another part of my face, each time leaving very noticeable red streaks. It looked like I'd had an unfortunate run-in with an angry alley cat by the time I got home from work. Other than that not much else interesting happened today. No smart remarks from students, no accusations of prostitution not even so much as a raised eyebrow and a "huh?". I think I underestimated their politeness, but then again all of the mischievous students were absent today...
Until tomorrow
Pusspuss!