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.

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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.. 😆

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