We got a new computer this weekend, so sorry for not being around. Lots of things going on...and not all of it good. But first things first, this is a fashion blog.
I used my March Wild Card option on Friday night to wear this new-to-me corduroy dress that I got on consignment a couple of weeks ago:Urbanite event (hello again, Gregory!) - the theme was "Throw Down" so I'm doing my best Emma Peele pose there. I felt pretty kickass.
The dress is by Kitchen Orange. I have another dress by them (also worn to the Art Gallery before here).
This dress has a slightly dropped waist and a fabric belt around the hips. It has quite a 60s vibe, I think.
|I realized yesterday that this is Audi's pose!|
I did like the leopard tights and the red boots with it - the boots are from this capsule (last seen here).
A shot of the collar.
Dress (Kitchen Orange, consignment), tights (Le Chateau), boots (Miz Mooz), snake ring (vintage 80s), ring (Wendy Brandes).
I got up bright and early to go work at the WW centre. This called for a new outfit!
here), the Hama Hama (last worn here) top worn backwards, and the fresh item, the olive sleeveless cardigan (last seen here).
A little lumpy, but it was 7:30am. I was tired from the Art Gallery event.
My comfy boots for walking and standing. I wore them last here.
It turned out that the person I was filling in for had double-booked both me and another woman. Good for me - I didn't really want to work anyway, ha ha! But I stayed for a meeting (down a bit, only 4.5 pounds to go!), then met up with L and Nick for lunch.
Cardigan (Kersh), top (Smoking Lily "Hama Hama"), skirt (Jacob, thrifted), boots (Hispanitas, consignment), belt/earrings (Plum), wristlet (Club Monaco).
After lunch, L and I had to run an errand. I'll get to that in a minute - it was a nuclear bomb in the middle of our weekend.
We went out for dinner on Sat night to a nice Italian restaurant. We always dress up when we eat out.
|Vizzini is locked up for his dinner so that he doesn't eat Inigo's - he is a voracious monster!|
I adore Megan's style - she has very similar taste to me (hee hee). She's got way more Fluevogs than me (like, WAY more), she has Smoking Lily, Noa Noa, and we have the same dress.
|Vizzini really wants out.|
Dress (Desigual), shoes (Le Chateau), leather rose cuff (consignment), ring (Wendy Brandes).
So. Our nuclear bomb.
Over the last few weeks, we'd noticed Inigo heaving a bit when breathing, and sometimes he would cough, like when cats hack up hairballs, but more of a dry cough. We debated for a while: should we take him to the vet?
After some hemming and hawing, we decided to take him in. The vet listened to his heart and his chest and recommended a couple of x-rays, to which we agreed. If only humans could get x-rayed so fast!
Well, the x-rays were not good. He has a mass in his lungs. Instead of 100% capacity, he is at about 20%. The vet was shocked that he was in such good shape. It could be fluid, but more likely it is a massive tumour.
|The cats doing their thing last night. Inigo sat in his Fluevog box while Vizzini stared psychotically.|
It's not positive. He may have days to live. His condition could rapidly deteriorate and he would drown in in his fluids - it could happen while we're at work.
|My sweet boy.|
The thing that really kills us is that he seems fine. He wrestles with Vizzini. He chirps at us and runs for his food, which he continues to gobble down. He is a major purr-meister, as always.
|Kitties snoozing together on the couch last night.|
|Look at that lovey face! He's making happy paws.|
We're trying to enjoy our time with him - and he is loving all the extra attention. L and I are both a mess (I am losing it just typing this out), but trying to stay normal. His quality of life right now is good and he's happy.
|Vizzini is ever-vigilant.|