What times we live in. Maybe this post should’ve been about future brooches for Lady Hale. But I don’t think that lady needs any help, sartorial or otherwise. Instead I give you chains: The chains we choose to wear, the conscious, the unconscious. The ones we’re sometimes forced to wear. And sometimes, the one’s we wear with pride: The chains of office.
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I know whose office I’d prefer to be in today.
Laters, Kate x
A trend used to be something that you felt in your throat and stomach, elevating the wearer to a little invisible floating pedestal carried on a cloud of desire. These days things seem a lot more transient, celebrity/media driven..and now they call it trending…
One trend I have never got my head round is guys wearing their trousers round their thighs aping inmates in US prisons. What is that all about? I understand, nay appreciate the glimpse of a band of a mens underwear (clean, not y-fronts) but your whole bottom? Too much information..and why would anyone want to make their body longer and legs shorter to increase their ability to walk like a penguin? Darwin would not be amused.
Of course this has come back to bite me in my own proverbial as my youngest, Charlie aged 3 (birthday next week) is incapable of keeping his trousers up. In fact I was a spectator in the episode below.. I hope it comes across as to quite how much he was playing to his audience.. like a strutting peacock…
The man walking down the road is a neighbour. His eyes nearly popped out. By the time we got to his friend’s house a few more doors down they were down by his ankles. And he still didn’t pull them up!
Laters, Kate x
PS The lovely Cailyn from Ethereal Dream has nominated us for a Sunshine Blog Award – we are really honoured and will follow up with a post shortly but we wanted to say a big THANK YOU! XXX