I lived in my dungaree shorts and a pop top that summer. When I think about it, I'm pretty sure it's the only time in my teaching career that I wore dungaree shorts and a pop top to school every day. Ha.
I loved my dungaree shorts. Made from stiff denim, they were high-waisted, and long, almost to the knees when I didn't roll them up. They weren't cut-offs; cut-offs came later, in the seventies. Dungaree shorts were perfect for a tomboy like me. I knew that because my early fashion icon, Trixie Belden, wore them. Along with loafers, rolled up jeans, and cotton shirts.
Yesterday, when I was getting dressed, I thought of Trixie Belden, and what she wore back in the day. Mostly because when I looked in the mirror, I chuckled, and murmured, "I guess I'm still channelling Trixie Belden in my fashion choices. At least when it comes to play clothes."
Okay. Maybe not thirteen year old Trixie. But Trixie as she might have been after she grew up, worked for thirty years as a teacher, and then retired. I felt all tomboy-ish in this outfit yesterday: Paige high-rise ankle jeans, rolled up, my Earth brand loafers, and a sleeveless Vince tee under my new pink striped cotton shirt.
|At home on the deck.|
|Ready to head out on my errands, when I'm done yakking|
This is my really, really relaxed look. Just one step up from my camping or fishing ensembles. Suitable for running errands, mooching around Manotick, and stopping in at Watson's Mill to take a few pictures and chat to some kids who were also mooching about on their bikes. These are my grown-up play clothes.
|Out and about in the 'Tick.|
As you can see, I'm trying to work more locations into my outfit photos. But I'm still pretty shy about taking pictures of myself in public. The self-conscious look on my face below is a result of hurrying to get a shot or two before anybody else walks by. A man carrying groceries had just passed me, and quipped, "Tripod selfies, whatever next?" Sigh. The embarrassing side of being a blogger. Well, one of them. Ha.
|Feeling a bit constrained by the passers-by.|
When I attended my junior high reunion a couple of years ago, with the kids I went from grade one through grade eight with, we broke into an old song that everyone remembered: ♫ "We are the Marysville girls. We wear our hair in curls. We wear our dungarees rolled up above our knees..."♫. I'm humming that now, and I have been the entire time I've been writing about play clothes.
And speaking of play clothes, and play... Hubby and I are off on our early summer camping trip in the next day or so. We'll be biking and swimming and fishing and reading. And sitting around the campfire. And hopefully NOT swatting too many bugs.
So I will be off-line for a week. I've scheduled a couple of reprise posts for the time I'm away. If you've been reading my blog a while, you may have read them before. Hope you don't mind.
Have a great beginning to the summer, my friends. Talk to you in a week or so.
|Over and out for the next week.|
What or who was your earliest fashion icon? Can you remember? Once we're out in the wilderness, I won't be able to respond to your comments. But you guys feel free to talk amongst yourselves.
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