Clovember: Tales from the pre-scabrous era
As those of you privy to the tales of Puffy O'Blisterface on FB will know, I am currently recovering from a nasty bout of ocular shingles, and am a scabrous and disfigured horror to behold. Happily, Clovemberists need not behold such horrors this day, for I have salvaged a few outfits from the pre-Puffy era for your perusal, including another feature necklace from my slowly (OK, OK, quickly) growing collection.
Dresses. Some people seem convinced that the dress is an intrinsically dressy and uncomfortable garment. Granted, the dress does afford more accidental underwear peek-a-boo than legged garments such as shorts and jeans, but that aside, I say nothing says comfort like the cheap knit dress. Stretchy, flowy, non-constricting. Just like a T-shirt, only longer!
Hair in post-swimming wet disarray. The picture online for this very cheap dress was labelled "teal" but looked like a rather pleasant steel blue, and given that I like both of these colours, I took a punt and bought one. As you can see, it turned out to be teal. It's a smidgeon shorter than I would have preferred, and needed the sleeves narrowed and taken up to 3/4 length, but I've long since accepted that as the Short Woman Alterations Tax. Chuck on my surprisingly dress-enabled brown hiking sandals, and I figured I could add my fake pebble necklace, also dirt cheap at Rockmans. The very prettiest pebbles the plastic factory had to offer, I say:
Then there's this outfit, which I wore to a work Divisional Day, for which the dress code was "No suits: dress for light recreation after lunch". Given that only the Director ever wears a suit, I thought this was a tad unhelpful. Does one go all-out sporty casual with yoga pants, fleece and lotus print T-shirt? Does one don the denim? Given my confusion, I decided to play it safe and stayed with a fairly low-key version of corporate casual (with still more horizontal stripes):
By this stage what I then thought was a jellyfish sting had blossomed to the point where I lifted up my hair to show people and they shrank back and said things like "Ooo, that looks nasty!", but I otherwise looked normal. The morning after this I woke with giant puffy swellings topped with blisters around my right brow and concluded that Casualty time was upon me...
Dresses. Some people seem convinced that the dress is an intrinsically dressy and uncomfortable garment. Granted, the dress does afford more accidental underwear peek-a-boo than legged garments such as shorts and jeans, but that aside, I say nothing says comfort like the cheap knit dress. Stretchy, flowy, non-constricting. Just like a T-shirt, only longer!
Hair in post-swimming wet disarray. The picture online for this very cheap dress was labelled "teal" but looked like a rather pleasant steel blue, and given that I like both of these colours, I took a punt and bought one. As you can see, it turned out to be teal. It's a smidgeon shorter than I would have preferred, and needed the sleeves narrowed and taken up to 3/4 length, but I've long since accepted that as the Short Woman Alterations Tax. Chuck on my surprisingly dress-enabled brown hiking sandals, and I figured I could add my fake pebble necklace, also dirt cheap at Rockmans. The very prettiest pebbles the plastic factory had to offer, I say:
Then there's this outfit, which I wore to a work Divisional Day, for which the dress code was "No suits: dress for light recreation after lunch". Given that only the Director ever wears a suit, I thought this was a tad unhelpful. Does one go all-out sporty casual with yoga pants, fleece and lotus print T-shirt? Does one don the denim? Given my confusion, I decided to play it safe and stayed with a fairly low-key version of corporate casual (with still more horizontal stripes):
By this stage what I then thought was a jellyfish sting had blossomed to the point where I lifted up my hair to show people and they shrank back and said things like "Ooo, that looks nasty!", but I otherwise looked normal. The morning after this I woke with giant puffy swellings topped with blisters around my right brow and concluded that Casualty time was upon me...