Oh, and keep in mind that I'm not yet even wearing my cheesecloth over my hat. That's when I really get serious.
In the first and third photos I am modeling this year's HOT garden fashions. An old, frayed Ralph Lauren blue jean shirt that once belonged to my son, a pair of 10 year old drawstring khakis from Sams Club and my hot, Hot, HOT designer garden boots. They are so hot that they make my poor tootsies stink to High Heaven. The straw hat was once designer but having seen better days, is now forced to slave away in the garden, instead of attending Garden Parties or Sunday Brunch.... In the heat.
In the second photo I am modeling much the same attire, with only a change of top. This is another retired shirt that came down with some sort of measles from our washer, which was never explainable. The other one became unbearable & disgusting, alright?
So, while I slave away in the heat of the garden, Mr. Snooty is merrily taking pictures of me because he thinks I look funny. In my opinion, I look practical. Hey, there's lots of bugs out there with MY NAME on their lists. Enough Said.