I'd much rather focus on Walking You Through My Week which is sadly being disrupted by the Annual Swimming Carnival tomorrow at a disgusting treeless suburban Municipal Swimming Pool some miles away from our Splendid Harbour Location. There are no proper lattes served at this Swimming Pool.
I am desperately trying not to Dread It too much as I've made a commitment not to keep on dreading things.
Of course my Greatest Wish would be a torrential downpour that involved hail & perhaps even sleet, even though I don't really know what that is. And maybe an electrical storm as well which would make the outdoor venue an Occupational Health & Safety Nightmare & we'd all have to go home.
Actually, I shouldn't whinge because I am on the Refreshments Team. All I have to do is fill the urn up with water, turn it on, & then make a whole lot of undrinkable instant coffee & tea. And then get kids to take it around to the Bleeding Martyrs of the School, the Real Teachers, who spend the entire day selflessly hunched over their stop watches & clipboards whilst being splashed to death by half-assed freestylers.
The Beauty & Wonder of buying them there is that they are V. Cheap.
Take the Vision in Pink Dress at the top which I wore on monday to teach my senior class the Seven Ages of Man speech from 'As You Like It'. The dress was five bucks. It had a 'Target' label which never endears me, & it also violated one of my Cardinal Rules for middleagedteacher dressing which is that it had a slight puff sleeve. In fact, the dress looked a little Heidiesque all round. Rosalind, the Drama Teacher reminded me that she also had the dress but had stopped wearing it because she thought it made her look like a barmaid.
I gasped. But then she quickly went to assure me that I didn't. Tactful.
And then there's today's Prom Dress. That's the red accordian pleated number above.
A student seated in the front row had to move to the back because she said that the colour was too bright & it was affecting her eyesight & her concentration. She also looked as if she was going to be sick. Then another student claimed to have the exact same dress in black which she said she bought with her mother in Chinatown for a couple of hundred dollars.
I paid twenty. I felt a little smug. But then slightly queasy that perhaps I'm dressing:
(a) for a cocktail party at 8.30 on a thursday morning;
(b) too young.
Luckily, the Queasiness quickly passed.
Cut to the Chase.
Note Large Flower. Almost a Signature Look.
Dress thrifted two years ago from 'BednobsEtc'. Thought it was on Last Legs.
Decided against it. Relief.
Sandals from 'BednobsEtc'. Great late addition to Summer Footwear. Love wearing pink & red together. Such a Renegade.
Here's a detail from another recent school painting.
Hope weather isn't too dreadful for 'Blogging Babe'. Will think of you in sub-zero temps while I am frying at the Hateful Suburban Treeless Swimming Pool.