Colt .45

Hi everybody. Another year passed and I've changed the caliber. From .44 Magnum to Colt .45

Yes, I've turned 45 and it's hard to believe... Or not so hard. They say that you are as old as you feel. In that case I'm about 30 - 35 maybe. I'm not going to break into deep philosophical thought, who needs it? Instead I'll show you the dress I got from the lovely Pearl of Fashion Pearls of Wisdom and ShopStreetStyle. Remember I told you about the leopard print vintage dress? Well, it arrived and just in time for my birthday.

Of course, I was going to wear it somewhere nice and take brilliant pictures and post about it. But my workload is still crazy, so if I don't do it now, who knows when it's going to happen! I took the unglamorous photos in my cluttered walk-in closet, lighting is poor, facial expressions are slightly off, but the dress is gorgeous and it fits perfectly!

I wore my brown shoes - the safest choice. Pearl styled it with red shoes which would be a great option for going out. I still have to experiment and I will.

It's a wrap dress, so it can be easily adjusted for the best fit. I know now that UK size 14 is size 12 American - a useful bit of info for future online shopping.

Boy, am I glad this picture is so fuzzy! What's going on with my lips?

I'm trying WendyB's pose again.

And sucking in my stomach while I'm at it.

Here is a desperate attempt to find a more pleasant backdrop which would be my lemon tree. But the tree is slightly worn out after the winter and the balcony wall needs paint, and the dog looks kinda bored. Oh well, I tried.

Other than the dress I got lots of skincare, a couple of nice chiffon tunics and a pink Tignanello purse that I'll have to show off on this blog. Birthdays are fun!

.44 Magnum

This is how Mr. Tanya called me yesterday. My .44 Magnum. Because yesterday I turned 44. So strange. I often read in Russian novels: "middle aged woman in her late thirties" and so on. But I don't feel middle-aged (and what is middle-aged anyway?).

Mind you, after such a crazy day I had at work, anybody can age in minutes. Non-stop phone calls can do this to you. Plus hot dry wind, humidity below 50 (we're used to 70) and sand in the air, everything was yellow. But we had a nice evening at home and celebrated with my parents.

Here you can see what my hubby gave me. Sometime ago I told him that I'd like a new camera and gave him some options. I showed him what the other bloggers use. And received this cute pink Canon IXUS 95 IS. I love it.

This is my "particuliere" dress, because it matches the nail polish. Even more than on the photo. And my fingers are red for some reason. Must be the fluorescent lighting. Yuck.

This is my balcony again. Boomer is yawning, he's bored. See the dusty air? People with asthma were advised not to go outside.

Another look at the necklace... And what is that white dot on my eye?

No Russian celebration is complete without caviar. And for my husband it's not a meal without Tabasco sauce. Here they are together, and Tabasco is extra hot!

While I was going nuts at work, my Mom cooked wonderful spaghetti sauce.
And these lovely roses were from my son.

I haven't worn the other gifts yet (clothes of course). That's later.