Never been much of a follower of fashion. My rule of thumb as a bigger girl is flattery. I don't care how "in" a style is...if it clings to, accentuates or broadcasts your problem areas, it needs to be admired on someone else. Over the years, my style has become peppered with feminine details - floaty materials, pretty patterns, peek-a-boo necklines and the occasional pretty skirt.
So while getting dressed for a trip with my parents/aunt to Bainbridge last week, I thought nothing of wearing my long gauzy cotton blue/grey stripped skirt with a sweet white eyelet top. Not once did I entertain the notation that sails are made of large swatches of cotton. I barely escaped with my dignity in tact. As soon as the boat opened up speed, the wind kept "playfully" catching my skirt layers. Fighting with all of my might to secure my skirt without mooning the entire ferry boat, the wind started billowing and flipping up my cute summer eyelet shirt. The water winds showed me no mercy that day.
While in Bainbridge, I bought a lovely lilac & blue stripped sunhat. Considering that my skin can only be pasty white, ruddy or bright red...I fight an uphill battle against looking like a lobster all summer long. Hats are my friend. Unfortunately that hat became a casualty to wind on the crossing back. All was fine - I had a firm grip on the hat and the skirt squarely pinned between my knees...or so I thought. With one big gust the wind snatched a corner of my skirt skyward and instinct kicked in. In the second I let go of the hat to grab the skirt, the wind snacked the hat off my head and tossed it up and over the side of the boat lickety split. Poor hat never stood a chance. Maybe a seagull has claimed the hat as a new nest.
I consider myself lucky to exit the boat with the rest of my clothing and an ounce of dignity that day.
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