Love it or hate it? More than any other colour (except maybe pink or beige), it elicits strong responses, and there are plenty of women who are adamant that they can't wear it.
I'm not sure about that can't.
I can't play the oboe, or do a back flip, or speak Mandarin.
I can wear yellow, and so can anyone.
(Preference is a different issue altogether.)
I am in the love it camp, as you can see.
Skirt - made by me from 1960s fabric bought at a vintage fair
1960s gold lurex top - gift from Sarah
Cardigan, 1960s chiffon scarf, bangles and fishnets - charity shopped
Belt - retail
Boots - Ebay
Although I didn't wear this on my day out with Joanne and the kids to the National Coal Mining Museum at Wakefield, perhaps I should have done; the proverbial canary in a coal mine...
The museum is great, and we took the tour down the 140m-deep pit.
The kids enjoyed checking out the pit ponies and liberally rubbing coal dust on their faces.
They were also intrigued by the tales of children working long shifts underground, until a law was passed in 1842 which prohibited women and boys under 10 working in the pits. We tried to imagine doing such hard work in difficult and dangerous conditions; we came to the conclusion we are total wusses who wouldn't have lasted 5 minutes.
Seldom Seen reckons he has coal mining in his blood; his great-grandfather on his dad's side was a miner in the Rhondda Valley.
We explored the pit head baths.
Laking is a Yorkshire dialect word for playing or skiving off.
Dave obviously had a bit of a reputation.
(Funnily enough, I used to work with a chap called Dave who had the nickname Sick note, for similar reasons...)
The girls didn't think much of being expected to help with the washing...
The Trade Union movement was pretty much broken by Margaret Thatcher in the 1980s, as was the mining industry.
The miners at this particular pit, Caphouse Colliery, clocked off for the final time in 1986.
And just when you thought you'd seen enough yellow, guess what arrived in the post?
The Travelling Yellow Skirt has finally made it to the UK, and will make her British debut in my next post.
Out for tea (what common folk like us call dinner!) this evening. Hmm, curry or Chinese?
Either will do me!
Have a great weekend!