Claire is wearing a floppy floral bucket hat [charity shop], green mottled men's t-shirt [Primark, from charity shop], thin denim trousers [charity shop], white frilled socks [Morrison's] and pink flowered hi-tops with magenta ribbon laces [Converse, from a friend, ribbon from Leeds Kirkgate Market].
Covadonga is wearing a cord necklace with jade teardrops [charity shop].
The weather continues to behave with some sunshine, which means the far-off cricket roars from Headingly stadium are getting louder. It also means I can wear my fetching hat.
My hat has come under a lot of scrutiny since I bought it home. I thought it was a summer bucket hat (I'm enjoying bucket hats at the moment), but now it's turned out to be a hat worn by everyone else when they were 3 or what they'll wear when they're 70. Either way, it's a washable light cotton and it's decorated with pale blue-grey and pink flowers and green leaves. It's subtle in its floral. The colours in it tie the rest of my clothes together nicely today. It's brim also flaps gently in the breeze.
I've attempted to keep my clashing promise today with my dark green and pink. Although, I have vision of a post-exam world where I can wear what I like and spend an hour getting ready because I have nothing else to do that summer post-graduate day.
But a Pard must be patient, 'til this Tuesday anyhow.
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