Better still hubby thinks I look like a supermodel in this outfit. His words. I did ask for clarification because looking like a supermodel is not a personal goal for me...
I mean you look edgy, quirky, hot and super, super confident. You look exactly like you.
And he's got something there. Not necessarily the hot, edgy, quirky thing. But I can definitely see his point about finally being all me.
|Oh my lord I have got a badonkadonk. I reckon I could almost balance a glass of champagne off that.|
You see, inside me is a woman of bright colours and gregarious prints. A bit like my personality.
But until recently I hated the idea of being noticed. I'm a weird kind of extrovert. Hubby describes it as an introverted extrovert. I'm a full on motor mouth and overly enthusiastic person once I get to know you. A bit of an awkward watcher before.
Awkward watchers don't necessarily like to be noticed, at least not me. I'd rather fade in the background until I am ready to reveal myself.
I've not been a fan of drawing attention to myself. The difference now is not so much that I court attention, it's that I simply do not care if it is drawn. I dress for me, the real me, and try to stride with pride.
I used my culottes pattern and simply lengthened the hem by 15 inches (later to remove 4 inches), continuing the outward flare of the leg resulting in SUPER WIDE LEGGED PANTS.
Again, BAM, check that fit. Actually I think I may have lost weight as they feel vaguely roomy.
|Where did those wrinkles come from?|
Pyjamas, the best possible kind of outerwear.
And just because...