...turned the whiter shade of pale.
I am getting over my tendency to avoid wearing white.
As long as I don't spill anything (which is a very big ask), I can handle it.
I know the received wisdom is that pale skin looks washed out in white, but I'm taking a chance that a smattering of summer freckles and red hair will combat any anaemic pastiness.
I'm fair-skinned, burn easily, have freckles, and rarely tan; this, together with a family history of skin cancer, means I have given up on sunbathing and am much more likely to seek the shade than the sun.
I always use sun screen, slap a bit of fake tan on my legs from time to time, and hope like mad that previous episodes of sunburn and over-exposure won't prove too damaging in the long run.
1970s St Michael cotton maxi skirt, blouse, belt, sunglasses, most of the bangles, and necklace - charity shopped
Striped bangle - gift from Fiona
Cream floral bangle - gift from Tania
Sandals - retail (sale)
I've never had a great tolerance for high temperatures.
I remember the hot summer of 1976, and how my class teacher (who had one of those extremely dark 1970s tans which you just don't see anymore) insisted we had our lessons outside on the playing field, presumably so she could sunbathe at the same time as teaching. I recall feeling beside myself with heat, my eyes hurt from the bright sunlight bouncing off the white pages of my books, we had neither sun screen nor water, and I was probably on the verge of heat stroke.
Seems unbelievable now, doesn't it?
Needless to day, Nina is slathered in sunscreen when she plays outside! We have enough issues with her skin without adding sunburn to the mix.
She's been drawing eyes. I'm sure there is some significance to that, but who knows what?
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know."
She's done an Ancient Greek project at school, and this is her papier mache Grecian Urn.
Walking home from school on Friday, I was carrying the vase by the neck, not realising it wasn't glued in place. Of course, the bottom fell off and went rolling down the road, with Owen and Nina giving chase. A van driver mercifully stopped before he ran over it, and allowed the kids to retrieve it; I could practically hear the Benny Hill music playing as accompaniment...
Robust quality papier mache though - it survived without a dint!
Unworn 1970s slip, complete with tag.
If only all my white clothes were dirt resistant.
And crackle free? Bonus!
Hope this week is going to be a grand one!