I was sitting around at home the other night, comfortable and lazy, when KT called and convinced me to leave my living room and come have a couple of beers with her and a friend. The story of the evening will come out in good time, but I thought I would share the last half an hour of it with you. It wasn't rain, but it was really wet fog the whole way home and so I arrived at my front door, at 1:30 AM, a bit drippy.
It was dry when I left for the bar and I dressed accordingly- cute skirt, strappy sandals, sleeveless pullover.
Turns out cork wedges are good for the rain. Who knew?