…something I’ve been promising to talk about. But, er, not today.
Hild is occupying all the thinking parts of my brain (yep, even the irrascible parts) so I don’t have that rant I promised.
But here’s the picture I was going to use with that post: me, in Pearson Park (Hull) in 1987. The jacket I’m wearing, vintage Daks, was, even then, probably twenty years old.
I bought it for 50p from a second-hand shop. I loved it, and still do–it’s hanging in my closet. But more on that in a couple of days.
4 thoughts on “Clothes…”
What a great photograph…and a great jacket! That style suits you. :)
A lot of men's clothes suit me; they're so unfussy. To get unfussy clothes made for women, you have to pay horrific sums. Why? It's a mystery.
Very cute! Seems like you're looking quite pleased about something…
It is a mystery about the clothes, but it must have something to do with supply/demand.
jennifer, oh, I was always very pleased with something–usually myself :)
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