I walked out two cardigans later

Twice a month Pretoria is graced with The Irene market. Set at the top of a long, tree-filled street, the market is filled with quirky stalls; selling food, antiques, newtiques and everything in between. The previous time I went was before my wedding last year where I found cool, rose-shaped cup-cakes which I used as my wedding cake(s). I also bought the most amazing (no exaggeration) winter coat, for something riddic like R150, from a lady with a stall selling really beautiful clothing.

This Saturday I decided to go to the market again, with R300 in my pocket (on a bit of a budget, as I'm saving for the house we're building in a couple of months) and went straight to the stall with the great clothes. Low and behold the same lady was in the same spot, selling her beautiful clothes.

I probably would have bought everything (if she took cards) but had to submit to these two beautiful cardigans on my limited budget. I love their detail and shall wear them everywhere.

They're my hooker heels and I love them.

I bought these beauties for half price. They're an Iron Fist creation, and death to walk in. But last night I went to a birthday party and the hostess commented that everyone stopped to look at them as I walked in. Which means they're totally worth it.

Right?

The only thing the 80's contributed to modern society is Big Fat Laughs

Have a seat.

Really digging the whole high back vibe.

Gotsa have me one of these in my housie, think it makes such a statement.

Yeah.