I was amused this morning when I realised that this new top from Dotti was also dotty, like my dress on Wednesday. Then the man pointed out that this was my 3rd day in a row wearing dots. Whaddya know? Looks like checks might have a new rival…
I’m happy with this singlet. I bought it expressly with the idea of tucking it in to a skirt that sat on my waist and I love that it worked just as I imagined.
As little as 2 years ago, if you had told me I’d be shopping with the intention of tucking my shirt in I would have snorted derisively and given you what The Man calls the “comb over” look. After some deep soul searching, somewhat like learning why I avoid suits, I’ve come to the conclusion that those 12 years of being told to tuck my shirt in as part of my uniform had a lasting effect. The rebel in me just didn’t wanna do it.
Oh the things we used to come up with not to tuck it in! There was the whole “tucking 2 fingers width of fabric in at the front and then letting the rest hang out”. The “madly tucking it in when a teacher came and then pulling it back out as soon as they’d walked away”. I was a big fan of the “folding under”. So it looked as though it was tucked in but it secretly wasn’t. Yeah, that’s just the way I rolled. Or folded…
Bangle: Cotton On