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Oh dear, why didn't I fix my collar? It's all lop-sided in these. Now ignore my complete and utter awkwardness - I did these for my friend and was totally embarrassed. But I do like his total skills with the film camera because the light in them is gorgeous even though it was such a crappy day weather wise. I look about 12 :') http://lookbook.nu/look/1686987-Pretty-Pretty-Petticoat Untitled , a photo by  John too  on Flickr. Untitled , a photo by  John too  on Flickr. Dress, Belt, Shoes - Primark Scarf, brooch - vintage Suitcase - my attic

I'm ten years away from the corner you laugh on with your pals, Maggie McGeeney and Jean Duff. The three of you bend from the waist, holding each other, or your knees, and shriek at the pavement. Your polka-dot dress blows round your legs. Marilyn. I'm not here yet. The thought of me doesn't occur in the ballroom with the thousand eyes, the fizzy, movie tomorrows the right walk home could bring. I knew you would dance like that. Before you were mine, your Ma stands at the close with a hiding for the late one. You reckon it's worth it. The decade ahead of my loud, possessive yell was the best one, eh? I remember my hands in those high-heeled red shoes, relics, and now your ghost clatters toward me over George Square till I see you, clear as scent, under the tree, with its lights, and whose small bites on your neck, sweetheart? Cha cha cha! You'd teach me the steps on the way home from Mass, stamping stars from the wrong pavement. Even then I wanted the bold girl wink...