Unfortunately, I didn't get any photos of my new outfits. At the last minute, my sister wasn't able to come with us, and she's the only one able to take decent pictures. My uncle somehow has the ability to make a photo of a still object, taken in bright sunlight, blurry. So there were a few valiant attempts on his part, but none made the cut.
Today, however, I took some pictures of one of the new garments. Vogue 1284, the Guy Laroche Orange Monstrosity. Which is what I call it in my head.
See those little white puffs? They're sheep. And they're what I'll forever associate with the British Isles. On our vacation, we had the good fortune to travel the country by car, and the image above is pretty much all you see, broken by the occasional farmhouse or small town, for hundreds of miles. I have to admit, I squealed first few dozen times I saw them!