Claire is wearing a pair of giant gold hoop earrings [Topshop], paisley print red shirt [St Michael, from a jumble sale], various rings, thin denim trousers [charity shop], grey socks with white polka dots (not seen) [Primark] and black canvas hi-top trainers [Dunlop, from Sports Direct].
Covadonga is wearing a multi-coloured beaded necklace [Spanish charity shop].
Slouching as much as I can today! Myself, and my attire, are crumpling under revision. I haven't tucked in my shirt and I'm letting my trousers hand all low and askew like those boys in the 90s with their spiky blonde-tipped hair.
I usually wear my trousers as tightly tied (elasticated waistband with cord, oh yeah) as possible, even then it's always hard to get a good fit on waists with those. But today they're extra loose, running free. My shirt neatly overlaps them, without making the ruching on my jeans look like I've swallowed a tyre horizontally. It all looks nicely casual.
However, it took me about two hours to realise that having lots of loose layers can be more hassle than it's worth. The jeans went down, the shirt went up and everything was fighting, as best as clothes can in their floppy condition, over my midriff. So I tied up my top and hiked my jeans back to where they belong.
I also left my rings sink-side in the process.
Despite how much effort, planning and military precision we put into an outfit and its components, there are so many things that mean we must change, and therefore of course up (it is the only way, except when getting on down) our game.
One must be as versatile as a chameleon, with those swivelly eyes, so no opportunity to be your best self may escape!
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