As we know, all human endeavour is improved by wearing appropriate clothing. I have been struggling with gardening clothes - originally I thought I would wear athletic gear like leggings, but I need way more protection against the branches, thorns, prickles and spikes that live in my garden. Then I moved to jeans - which are a bit restrictive for digging and bending - then elastic-waisted pants which are fine except I've lost about five kilos since stopping work and I can't put anything in the pockets without sending my pants to my ankles. So ... I have put sense before fashion and bought myself some dungarees.
They are awesome. Tough, lots of pockets, no plumber's crack, super comfortable and great for stomping about in. All the bits and bobs are adjustable including several sets of waist buttons for pregnant gardeners (not going to happen to me, but I might get fatter) and just general fabulousness.
I think I am giving hipster, permaculture, millennial vibes ... but I am not. I am giving fat toddler vibes. And I know this because of the seven photos that exist of me as a child (third child out of four, parents rarely remembered I existed) one of them is this delight. Fifty years on, haven't changed a bit.
I think the general fabulousness of the dungarees (which they definitely are) is helped by the smile on your face, rather than the toddler grump. Looks like the perfect solution.
ReplyDeleteWe've been away and I'm catching up. I do envy you your rolling acres, though they do look hard work. The contrast with our tiny city plot is huge! (Oh, let him have a tipper truck!)
ReplyDeleteOh. the long-term grievances of a deprived childhood. I can't work out where the photo was taken, though. Looks like the garage behind, but what are those other structures? Reflections?
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