Today marks a return to a less Mormon sense of style. It’s a bit more typical of a Year of Denim outfit, which I acknowledge, has not been too heavy on the dresses or skirts.
And I suppose there is a huge clamouring to know if I stayed IN the Mormon dress all day. The answer is no. The reason? In that dress I walked the dog down at the scenic and majestic Cook River, the Mississippi if the inner west, and yesterday was a dewy sort of a morning, and that dress is long, and that dress soaked up an awful lot of moisture across it’s bottom 2 inches.
It felt revolting having this damp denim slapping up against my ankles, however I persevered in wearing it. Then, in excellent housewife fashion, which you all have to admit I was dressed for yesterday, I cleaned the bathroom and kitchen IN THAT FROCK.
By the time I finished it stank and I stank. So I changed into another dress. Of course being idiotic I didn’t photograph the new frock, but let me say that it wasn’t so comfortable to wear either. It has 10 press studs down the front doing it up. Every time I sit down the bottom 3 studs pop open, with one stud over my muff being permanently open.
Even though I wasn’t comfortable in my Mormon dress yesterday you will be happy to know that I was no more comfortable in a dress I felt was more my style.
Here I am today,practically invisible…
Top: Black denim vest, hand crafted
Bottom: Miss Sixty too tight muffin top jeans
Accessory 1: Off to the beach so a hat seems sensible
Accessory 2: American Airlines travel bag, denim