Sydney’s CBD is like all cities during the work week. Think swarms of smartly dressed office workers bustling about the streets and spilling out of coffee shops with their next hit of caffeine. Then one rainy Friday, there was a rogue blonde spotted wandering in the mix, wearing arseless chaps.
The rogue blonde in question…was me.
Let me start at the beginning, because I didn’t just get my arse out for sh*ts and giggles (although, given I will do almost anything for a laugh, I wouldn’t put it past me). It all started at an end of month meeting at my office – I work for the online retailer Showpo, you see. As I’m in charge of what content gets shot for our social channels, the brand manager mentioned we hadn’t been producing enough “festival content.”
Mamamia’s editor, Clare Stephens trials festival chaps… and things got wild. Post continues below.
So being the irritating smart-arse that I am, I thought, ‘I’ll show you bloody festival content, I’ll just turn up to work in it then’. And that was literally what I did.
My experiment began with me jumping on the festival section online and choosing some stuff – some pieces very extra, others more ‘wearable’ – my primary objective being to look somewhat cute for the Gram.
I wanted to start strong so I got up early to put on ‘festival makeup’ (think glitter, all of the glitter) and fight my hair into bloody space buns. FYI, space buns look ridiculous on most people, let alone a 30-year-old wandering around the central business district.
I then squeezed my bloated gunt into this corset top contraption that LOOKS cute but is hell to get on, spent 10 minutes yanking on fishnets, and finished the look off with a pair of corseted denim shorts (which involved more pulling and yanking, moulding the fat into places it didn’t want to be.)
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