In an ideal world, on a day like today, I would have been wearing something along the line of this dress from Whistles – or it could have been Reiss, or Marc Jacobs or Milly but you get the idea – it would have been pretty, floaty, carefree and ever so slightly impractical – because of course I would live in a world where impractical was OK. No-one was going to chuck or wipe anything down me and I wasn’t going to reveal any underwear when bending down to get a rigid three year old in to her car seat.
Except that it is an imperfect world and my less than perfect outfit (part of which I had ironed, I hasten to add) got soaked just before I was going to get my photo taken for this post and so yet again I resorted to the fluffy dressing gown, which I was modelling when the postman came the other day. The soaking occurred as a result of a new piece of barbeque equipement/sparks/dry decking/the hurrid need for a watering can full of water. Well, you can picture the rest. However in the manner of looking at life through a positive lens, once I have blown the ash off it will be fine – and I can wear it again without washing (or ironing) it. Fab!