Resort-sful

 

Tank tops and wide legged trousers, that's what I've been wearing on a regular basis this summer, and yes, those straps and legs could be wider to really please, but until such happy event the vibe will do. 'Cause I think I've got the vibe. In terms of 30's resort wear, one cannot hope for much more out of an entirely modern outfit. Still, how I long for the real thing, in the right proportions, colours and print, where no corners are cut...

...And dottier (a story of 1930's resort wear taken too far from the beach)

I guess I'm not fooling anyone with my resort look - muddy waters and happily growing weeds make for anything but Riviera. Although beautiful in its own right, the Gloucester Docks background did little for my outfit.
 In fact it looks as if I'm just about to peel off the wallpaper and take my cheesy 'jamas to bin burn 'em away in shameful solitude. Perhaps I should have done so, as soon as I heard the cringing comparison to Lady Gaga. Not even the horror of that is responsible for my butter wouldn't melt expression (simply read "bitch") and frozen, painfully rigid body posture.
You wouldn't be to blame if you didn't realize it was a glorious summer day and I thoroughly enjoyed wearing what looks like a circus outfit.