What brought on this suburban wonderland, you may ask. It's my holy Hanna, rock 'em sock 'em citrus, swirlorama palazzo-panted playsuit. Yeeah. I don't even like beer, let alone yard maintenance, roof repairs, and sump pumps. But I'm no wuss either - give me a plunger and I'll show you who's boss. Shudder!
The orange of this garment is much more neon than I could possibly replicate in these photos. If it were summer and I had in fact been chug-a-lugging all day, it's possible I would have worn this without a shirt or modesty flap in the ring. Or not.My Sister's Closet eco thrift boutique a few months ago. The manager pointed it out to me after I passed it by on the $5 rack. Close call!
The garment had a jigsaw of little rips and stains but nothing that a determined fashionista couldn't put to rights. Traces of a booted footprint along the rear hem stubbornly remain, but who's to know with all the other distractions of this piece?
The below photo is called The Game, as suggested to me by my partner O when he saw it. Yes. We're all having a FUN TIME TONIGHT, boys and girls! YAY!
Later that day, I ran into an acquaintance who had seen a story in a Canadian newspaper about style for women over 65. At first she thought I was the featured style consultant. Later I searched online papers for the article. The closest thing I could find was a piece on: Nancy Reagan's style! I must admit, there are a few David Lynchian similarities. Here.
Zero to 60 in a day: Child. Nancy Reagan. Just when I think I have it all figured out... Hahaha!!
STAY TUNED - MY NEXT POST WILL HAVE A FREAKISH YELLOW SKIRT UPDATE!
SHE'S STILL FLYING!
I'll link this up to Patti's Visible Monday at Not Dead Yet Style and Catherine's #iwillwearwhatilike at Not Dressed as Lamb. I have a more sober photo of this on my Instagram if you're interested. Here.