As my summer beach holiday draws to a close (officially back to work tomorrow), I’ve found myself doing that ridiculous thing of buying unsuitable hippy clothes to desperately try and prolong that blissful holiday feeling. I keep saying to myself “This will totally work with a cream jacket and some nude shoes”. Um, yeah. I’ve certainly done some interesting shopping on this holiday.
I’ve managed to buy three pairs of wedges – I’ve been a wedge fan since my teens and I’m delighted that they seem to have become perenially in fashion because they’re good for shrimps like me as well as comfortable, flattering and easy to walk in – one from a local store, one from Witchery and one from Sportsgirl. The latter are kind of leopard print and very fabulous. But I’ve also bought lots of beachy clothes in the wilfully misguided belief that my life in 2011 is going to be one long day at the beach.
Which could not be further from reality but still.
One purchase in particular that I wanted to share with you is this one, possibly the most ridiculous thing I have ever bought in my entire life. It was at the local markets, on a very hot day when I was rifling half-heartedly through a $20 bin of assorted frocks. I found a fabric I liked, with nice colours and with one child on my hip and one eye on another child, I awkwardly held it up in front of me and it looked fine.
And hey, $20.
So I bought it and then got home and tried it on. “Damn hem is tangled” I thought to myself as a tried it on.
Here, not so bad, huh?
It was actually not a frock. It was a floral, paisley, jumpsuit: