Truthfully, I spent most of the picnic in my bathing suit and in the pool. It was too hot for real clothes.
Today was our annual Toastmasters club picnic. Usually, I look longingly at our host’s sparkling pool, but my self-consciousness keeps me on the deck. This year, it was 107° and I decided you couldn’t really see my cellulite if I stayed submerged. I only came out of the water to eat and to take the group photo. When I was on land, I wore this:
Vest, Tinseltown (cut from a consignment jacket). Skirt, Theo (thrifted). Sneakers, Superga for Target. Sunglasses, Coco Sunglasses. Earrings, Super Silver. Brooches, consignment. Bag, Croft & Barrow.
You can’t tell in the photo, but I had just climbed out of the pool, put on my clothes, and set up the camera to take the group shot. And as soon as we took the last (this) photo, I reversed the process. (And then the kid in the middle totally ruined my hair with a squirt gun. But I got him back.)