Pheasant Skirt, and Special Guest Cat, Baxter!

Meet Baxter.

"Who are these people?"

L and I are doing cat care for our good pals Cat and Ross while they're traveling.

Today, I had both morning and evening feeding and visiting duties, so I had to get up extra early. No time for the stair picture (it was darkish out).

 I've had this outfit in mind since I snatched the skirt out of the vintage section at WIN a few months ago. It has PHEASANTS on it.

• Jacket - Simon Chang, vintage 80s, thrifted; last worn here in December 2017 with purple sequins
• Skirt - Ralph Lauren, vintage late 70s/early 80s, thrifted; purchased here in July for $13.95
• Boots - Clarks; last seen here (5th outfit) in December 2017

The skirt demanded a dramatic top. Double peplum action, ready to go! I love this pretty vintage jacket. I had lots of compliments on the colour.

The skirt is a 100% wool print, unlined, but made with care. It has a paper/cardboard (!) tag on one seam inside with the model number stamped on it. It's old Ralph Lauren, and it's in amazing condition (only a couple of very small moth-holes) for its age - it's probably late 70s.

As my day went on, my appreciation for the perfect cut of it grew. It fastens closed by only two hooks at the waist, and yet it rarely gaped open. I did wear a full vintage red nylon slip under it for coverage, just in case.

First wearing of L's new Fluevogs - he did an orange shirt, a blue suit and a blue/lavender/orange tie - what style!

I experienced some rotation while walking to and from work, but that was due to my two bags. Otherwise, thumbs up!

Outerwear - my extra piece that I really wanted in this outfit was this gorgeous vintage silk Pierre Balmain scarf.

"I know you're going to see that Other Cat."

Vizzini's been in a snit all week due to our Baxter-care. We plan to give him lots of love this weekend, don't worry.

• Silk scarf - Pierre Balmain, vintage 80s, thrifted
• Cashmere/leather gloves - Club Monaco, consignment

The stuff:

 Happy to have these boots back in rotation - they are super comfy for a full day. I love the colour and the "Siamese cat" toning of the toes.

Matchy bling:

 This is the first time I've belted the jacket - I'd actually forgotten that I owned this lovely belt. I bought it new at Club Monaco maybe 7 years ago?

• Belt - Club Monaco
• Link bracelet - J. Crew, thrifted
• Snakeskin bangle - faux Gucci, gift from Mom and Dad from Italy, c. 1986
• Tri-colour bracelet - thrifted
• Earrings - thrifted

Look at this gorgeous thing.

 It's the most slippery silk. The edges are all hand-rolled!

I'll be back this Sunday with my wrap-up, but here are some more cat and Baxter pictures for you to enjoy. Have a lovely weekend, my friends. Thank you as always for reading!

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Last night, L and I strolled through our neighbourhood; we only live a few blocks from Cat and Ross and Baxter. This street is one of our favourites, as it's guarded by a gang of cats. There's three of them now!

"People coming! Places, everyone!"

That telephone pole features portraits of all of the cats.

Two of them ran for cover.

"Scaredy cats."

 That black kitty was having none of us.

We were on his turf.

"Damned straight."

 I always thank them for safe passage. They guard this street.

"Move along, Lady."

 We never pet them, but I always talk to them. Yes, I'm that person.

L and Baxter have a discussion.

"You feed me. I like you."

 Baxter is deaf, and about 13 years old, but he is a really sweet cat.

He has the loudest purr I've ever heard.

"Is he doing that again? With the fingers?"

 We feed him, pet him and watch a bit of Netflix while we hang out with him.

"Rub my tummy. Go on..."

 Not a tummy cat.

Danger! Danger!

"No, really, nothing will happen..."

 He's a bit of a sly thing.

Then he goes full splay. Vizzini does not do this.

"I'm a sexy kitt-ay..."

 What a cutie-patootie!

This morning, I was treated to a different view of the Castle as the sun came up.

 You can see the trees all turning colours. The leaves are starting to fall.

But someone had things to say to me.

"Feed meeeeee..."

 His meows sound like whalesong. It's very odd.

I sat with him for a while before I walked to work.

"If she made it past the cat gang, I might be able to trust her."

 He sat across my leg and kneaded my lap. Aw...

We hung out again tonight for a while after I got home from work.

"This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship."

I ate my dinner and read a book, with him curled up against me, head on my hand. TCB...Takin' Care of Baxter.