Oh, hello. I didn’t see you there, I was too busy, thinking about gin and tonics and talking with Buffy and Mitzy about summering on the Cape. New Money? What is that, some sort of musical group? I have no time for such things. The Daughters of the American Revolution are having a dinner at the Club and I simply can’t decide which string of pearls to don. They’re doing lobster tails, so gauche, but one simply endures, doesn’t one?
Now, obviously I am not the same person as the person who would say things like that. After all, I don’t even like gin, let alone country clubs. I don’t think they even LET pedestrians of the red sea like myself into most New England country clubs, let alone half Puerto Rican ones, but I digress. The point is, these shorts make me feel like I’m in Nantucket, on a yacht, chatting with Vanderbilts. They strike that perfect balance of silly and nautical which I feel strongly haunts the WASP with vengeance. After all, this is a group of people who wont discuss their feelings but WILL wear red pants with tiny whales embroidered on them. The hell?
I also made the top. It’s from Steph’s lovely Blank Canvas T-Shirt pattern (FREE PATTERN!) but I lowered the neckline, because it was a bit of a choking hazard on me. The fabric of the shorts came from scraps leftover from my San Cristobal Skirt. Something about this just screams San Juan to me, so it feels appropriate that I got both photographed down there. My brother took these photos, so obviously he improved, as a fashion photographer. Thank goodness.
The shorts pattern is Simplicity 7688, one I’ve used before. I didn’t have enough fabric to lengthen it, as I did in the past, so these are rather, um, short. Yet another reason I left these down in San Juan, I don’t think I’m bold enough to rock this length and this look here in the States.
And here you can see the full length of the top. I just tend to tuck things in so I look more like I walked off a 1960’s movie set, but I recognize that not everyone rolls that way. Thought obviously they SHOULD…
I saw this cool shot on my way to the supermarket and couldn’t resist photographing this little view into a house in ruins. So I’m sharing that with you.
Now, whose up for a game of croquet? It coincides quite cleverly with cocktail hour.