Frock

Most of my wardrobe consists of work suits or jeans and striped t-shirts.

I pondered contributing to Kylie's Frocktober effort by supplying a photo of my one-and-only 60s patio dress, but the winged psychedelic dress is quite 'event specific' and hard to photograph in an everyday sort of scenario.

And then I remembered the late 60s maternity dress my mother sewed for herself when she was expecting me. She never actually wore it in 1971 because she never finished the sleeves.

But when I was in my late 20s, I found it and asked that she complete the sleeves so that I could wear it. 

Which I did. Quite often.

Though I haven't worn it for years.

So, today I put it on and asked my husband to take a series of photos which I could send Kylie. 

My husband's response was that he only takes 'photos of crime scenes', so in an effort to look as natural as possible we only came across as completely stiff or guilty of something.

Here's a photo of me about to push my youngest, happiest child into a pool.

 

And here's a photo of me trying to either force her down a drain or poison her by having her consume vast amounts of water from a public watering trough.

Line up.

*Don't worry. Child's still alive. Dress is in the wash.