I promised myself..
After years working as a sports photographer the farmer’s tan always seemed to come along with it. This for always wearing a tennis shirt for work. Which was also part of the game where one should dress up to blend in so to speak.
Along come the year of 2023. One year in owning a magnificant garden. And not having to go out every weekend - normal day job rules - to support ones self.
I made a promise to myself to NOT let this happen again.
But last week when standing there with a pair of scissors in my hand to cut off the arms of any t-shirt available. My hubby interfered.
He let me know if one doesn’t want to look like an idiot one should not cut of the sleeves of ones t-shirt.
Not even to work in ones own garden.
So I didn’t.
Which means I am already sporting a rider’s tan. In all the same shit as a farmer’s dito.
Except the difference I am now walking around with a matching pair of white hands.
Which of course comes from wearing gloves poaking around in ones garden.
How very chic.. 😆
