As I’ve mentioned probably a few too many times now, I spent most of my recent holiday dressed pretty casually by my standards.
This was a bit of a departure for me, really, because I normally view vacations primarily as an excuse to dress up to the nines. Well, when ELSE am I going to get the chance to wear all of those prom dresses and sandals I own, I ask you?
(No, really, I’m asking you: WHY DO I NEVER GET TO WEAR ALL THE PRETTY THINGS?!)
On this trip, though, I just… well, I just couldn’t be bothered, really. And to be honest, I found it quite refreshing to not think so much about what I was wearing all the time: to not have to go back to the hotel to get changed for dinner, or to worry that I hadn’t worn all of the shoes I’d brought with me, because HEAVEN FORBID. Er, I’m making it sound like I spent two weeks being a bit of a slob here, aren’t I? I didn’t really, I promise, and as you can see, I did wear SOME dressier outfits – including this green tulle skirt, which I think Terry was slightly alarmed by when I asked him to come and help me zip up my suitcase, and he saw it sitting on top of the pile.
“Where does she think she’s going to wear THAT?” I could almost hear him thinking, but add a biker jacket and a pair of peep toes, and a better question would be “where COULDN’T you wear it?”
(That was a rhetorical question, by the way: no need to point out that it wouldn’t be suitable for… most places, really.)
As it turned out, I wore it out to dinner one night, with my trusty biker jacket to keep out the evening chill. Unfortunately, the sun was going down and the light was a bit tricky, so these photos came out a little blurry (if you’ve ever wondered why I’m almost always looking to the side in photos, it’s because that’s where the sun is – look the other way, and my face is in shadow!), but, y’know, I still have the memories. And the skirt, obviously – which I really enjoyed wearing, so I’ll have to come up with another excuse to wear it soon. Or, failing that, to book another trip…