Claire is wearing a dark teal scrunchie [Leeds Kirkgate Market], men's pink t-shirt [Primark], blue and silver rose brooch [charity shop], pale denim shorts dungarees [Universal denim, from a charity shop], leopard-print socks [Primark] and yellow canvas hi-top trainers with orange and purple rabbits [Converse, from a friend].
Covadonga is wearing a long blue hand-knitted cardigan [knitted by my Nan].
Finally, a clear photo! My camera has been testing my patience with it's lack of focus; we're in this together! And finally the last dungarees day! The washing machine finally beckons.
I went, looking like and simply like, a child off on an adventure to Cheltenham for a day trip. I look like a sugar stick of candy today; raspberry (such an incongruous colour choice, but I guess dark purple and red are already taken by other berries) blue, strawberry fondant pink and sherbet lemon. I needed comfort for the hour bus ride so I had my dungarees and casual t-shirt slung on, likewise my walk-able flat shoes. However, my dungarees have finally come into their own as a tourist aid. My camera or wallet fits in the front pouch should I need to snap something or, heaven forbid, take a selfie with some kind of artifact or buy something. So useful! And safe, I mean if anyone had wanted to steal them, they would have been within pinching distance and it would have looked far too inappropriate in the first place. Win win!
Finally, limited adornment due to to traveling and trying on garments, but my pouch is also a a great display case for brooches and pins, that won't get in my way!
Oh, and here's my selfie (in a wall mirror from around 1800-1820):
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