Driven

So I'm driving my husband's gigantic GMC truck instead of my Nissan hatchback.  I love to drive it, but parking?  Well, that's a horse of a different color.

I always feel dainty driving it, though I would never describe myself as that.  I imagine if I were dainty I could channel Audrey Hepburn in this outfit.

But I'm not Audrey and I would like to express annoyance with these pants.  The J Crew Minnie pant bags.  Yes, it does.  The places where it bends (knees, butt) always have a ghost of a joint in them.  They are slightly better after dry cleaning, but 10 minutes into wearing, I have baggy knees.  Boo.

But I suppose when they see me hop out the truck, the people are not expecting polished.  They are probably expecting a burly fisherman.  Like, you know, my husband.   All his fisheries are represented.

Offshore:

Alaska:

The Adirondacks:

Nickelodeon:

But I can decorate myself, too.

Tee, French Connection; cami, Target; pants, J Crew; necklace (repaired!), Pink; shoes, DSW