There is an ominous black cloud hanging over my head today for there is a grim task to be done. Not a visit from the tax auditor, nor a teeth drilling episode at the dentist. No, my mission is far more scary. Today, my friends I have to go tog shopping! Aargh!!!!!!
Togs, bathers, swimmers, the bikini, a one piece, bandeau, boy leg....g-string...I mean really people. The mind reels!!
Tog shopping is horrendous at the best of times. Those change rooms, the fluorescent lights, the mirrors that let you scrutinise every angle of your derriére. But I've made it a tad worse by being on a deadline. Hubby is doing the Noosa triathlon on Sunday, star that he is, so we (read: me) are packing this family up and heading on a wee holiday to Noosa for a week.
And regardless of the policies on some Aussie beaches, this little beach gal can simply not parade about sans togs! I've donned a leather suit of armour today in the bid to ward off the assault from negative body thoughts that go hand in hand with tog shopping. "My body is a temple...my body is temple.....oh the change room...please don't make me go in there......aargh!!!!!!"
I'll see you lovely ladies soon as I go to cheer on my beloved and slip, slop slap the week away.
Dress : Supré Stirrup leggings: the bottom of the sock drawer Leather vest: Sportsgirl Plaited belt: Cue Bag: Marc Jacobs (5th anniversary present bought in Paris....sigh!!)
Note: 9 Heads is a method of drawing fashion figures using the head as a measurement.