Left to my own devices I would, most morning most of the time, be flinging on black yoga pants and a singlet. After all it is only a matter of time before I will be going to practice yoga or teaching a pilates class myself. Why bother to change clothes half way through the morning and again half way through the afternoon?
How on earth did I come to be doing two dress up challenges in one December (DAREcember and Dressember)? The obvious answers are that I have: too many clothes too much time on my hands a complete lack of embarassment … Continue reading →
As our son told us frequently and fervently when he was a toddler: It’s always good to try new things. It was a mantra that we used to encourage him to eat stuff other than Heinz Little Kids Ravioli and … Continue reading →
We all hide behind something don’t we? Personally I love hiding behind hats – hats get a huge amount of attention and by wearing a hat one is but an accessory to an accessory. This can be a nice anonymous … Continue reading →
Day 29 Dressember/DAREcember – Flowers “I find one vast garden spread out all over the universe. All plants, all human beings, all higher mind bodies are about in this garden in various ways , each has his own uniqueness and … Continue reading →
The whole point of a style dare is to get you to look at what you do, how you dress in a different way. I have loved all the DAREcember challenges so far, the ones that I have completed anyway. … Continue reading →
We are eating. The Minx who let it slip this week that she has taught herself to read, has one of her collection of dinosaurs out on the table. “That’s a pteranadon” she says to her brother. “No it’s … Continue reading →
I am myopic with no prescription sunnies. I have bad hair days in summer even with short, short hair.
Meet Kangol paper fedora – my new best friend.
Also the weather is still up to the usual early summer jiggery pokery. Take that – squeals the weather elf as she throws out a shaft of hot lunchtime sun and then pulls it back in in the early evening. Just as I start consider chucking on the flannel jammies (such an enticing peignoir) the heat grabs at the corners of the evening and digs in its wee nails.
So for a dress I play the conservative card, the safe card, the no one wil look at me funny card.
I bunged on a maxi dress.
A maxi dress is a good mix between –
Hallo sunshine my old friend…
Crivens, I need to get the toe nails polished pronto.