No little black dresses over here. Of course my sisters and I had to confer to make sure that was really OK. Feels a little naked for High WASPs to travel without a way to dress for dinner.
Sense prevailed. Here’s as dressed up as I will be. New metallic orange Havianas. A new belt. Which I’m pretending is Artsy. Do not break my heart and tell me otherwise.
Khakis. Diamond studs, I mean, I’m only going to have one pair of earrings for goodness sake.
And L.L. Bean chambray. I had to buy a man’s shirt. The women’s weren’t classic enough. And then, of course, it was too big. So then, of course, I had to take it to the tailor. Surely you have tailored a basic before? Maybe just not quite this basic.
I’m going to pretend I look like Katherine Hepburn. Channel her wind-swept hair and wind-burned cheeks. Sit on a rock, stretch my feet before me, clasp my knees. My khaki-clad knees, sure, but still knees..