Don't you just love a good flyaway? Nothing maximizes one's bodily air-conditioning better than a maxi. Does anyone realize we're naked under there? Except for underclothing of course. There ought to be laws!
This one is for Patti. Don't get too close or I'll love-slap you silly at her garden party, Visible Monday, unless you've already slapped yourself up. But please, no food products within 50 feet of these flyaway skirts, if you please.
priceless bolt-of-fabric cotton skirt made in India, thrifted, required several hours of mending
gauzy cotton top, souvenir from Athens when I went to my friend's wedding
cotton orange tube top thing, thrifted
platform orange sandals, thrifted
Swoosh. One caress by my magical sidewalk-swept hem and you will be mine forever. Bwa-ha-ha!
I hope you've all had intensely exciting weekends.
There will be a Yellow Skirt update soon - maybe you already know what it is...
PS - After all the Google Friend Connect techno trauma, it seems that it's still working. I could have saved myself the freak-out and had a piece of chocolate cheesecake instead.