As is my ritual with any Black Milk newness, I wore my Retro Gamer dress almost immediately after it's arrival, even if it was only to see my Physio and the short journey back along with a detour through some neighbouring woods. My last visit there was in my Batman dress. I think the receptionists have a bet going to see what I'll come in wearing next.
I spent the entire time trying my best not to fall asleep, but failed intermittently. I'm going through an insomnia stage with the CFS, so I've had a few days of finding any sleep difficult to come by at conventional times and places - like at night in bed. This happens from time to time, so when it does I deprive myself of any sleep until I fall into an exhausted coma a few days later and slip back into my normal sleeping pattern. Unfortunately, depriving yourself of sleep is easier said than done, and I found myself drifting off in the most unfortunate of places: in the waiting room of the Pain Clinic, against a tree, in the car at Sainsbury's. I'm hoping this means I've rode the worst of it out and I'll get my usual hour-at-a-time night's sleep tonight.
The day was brightened, however, by the intrinsic playfulness (literally) of this dress and the contentment that comes from finally being united with something you have been craving for some time. It's been sat folded neatly on my desk since it arrived from the land down under in record time yesterday afternoon, just waiting for it's turn. My Black Milk dresses are always a fun lift in the winter months, a cute and playful break from the inevitable leggings and sloppy jumper combination. I really could do with some more, say ... the 'Artoo' one for example? Crap, my purse is shaking it's head at me.