School disco
LITTLE BLACK DRESS: My husband wants me to set one thing straight, early in this blog: this absolutely, categorically, definitely is not one of his disused shirts I have salvaged from the second hand donation pile.
It's actually a second hand shirt I discovered in the treasure pile at Kaotica.
But the tie is his. And like all of Mr King's ties, I have worn them more often than him. The real reason for this I discovered last year on the eve of Mr King's early morning trip to Brisbane for a job interview. It transpired that there was only one person in the household (of two) who had a vague idea of how to knot a tie ... and even then my knowledge was sketchy. A late night call to mum in the hope that she could recall long and distant memories from private school days filled in the gaps.
In fact Mum's memories of school uniform ties, hats, gloves and woollen tights were so harrowing that my sister and I got to spend our secondary education comfortably attired in the standard public school uniform of North Queensland – the polo shirt.
As a result I've never worn one since, but here I go enjoying dressing like a wannabe private school girl in shirt and tie.
(Sorry mum)
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Suddenly seeking attention
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Goodbye sailor
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Cool, casual and collected
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