Summer SLEEVES.

My friend Tanya (jewelry designer extraordinaire at Gracie Mack) was recently lamenting on Facebook, about the lack of sleeves on cute summer dresses. Her idea was to open a shop called "We Have Sleeves".

I generally do okay with my body image (mostly by not looking in the mirror). But honestly, I do have things that bug me from time to time and glunky underarms around the bra line is one of them. Here's my peri-menopausal cartoon body (without the Jessica Rabbit treatment):

Glunkity-glunk!

A few other women jumped into Tanya's Facebook convo, and when photographer Sarah Thomas suggested "fake sleeves" a picture formed itself in my head.

Think about it: with SLEEVES we won't have to put on a sweater or jacket or shawl, so you don't have to worry about getting too hot. Also, your silky shoulders will be exposed for "come hither" posing over a strawberry daiquiri... or ALLCAPS cocktail.

We could have these in solid colours, light sheer fabric for summer and a little heavier for spring or fall. SLEEVES could be simple to integrate with any dress (Tanya suggests putty, charcoal gray, white and black). Or SLEEVES could be more decorative; beaded or with silk-flowers for example, to make a fashion statement.

Now we need someone to make these for us. Who else wants them?

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Clown Suit

The 13 year old daughter had a party last night. No less than TEN (10) teenagers, boys and girls, arrived for a water fight. Lucky for me, they had the water fight in the park. When they came back to the house for snacks, it was deemed that one particular boy was much too soaking wet to be allowed into the house. I knew nothing about that last bit, by the way.

Anyhow, the rest of the gang came in, dried off and got on with the party. So this poor boy was obediently waiting outside for a good 30 minutes, when he decided to finally ring the doorbell.


















He's standing there, still dripping with H2O and he says,

"Can I please come in? I'll wait in the garden until it's time to go."

Of course I immediately got him in and asked my eldest daughter to find him something wear whilst we threw his clothes in the drier. She brought him the clown suit. And he put it on.


















This kid is my new hero. And that's why he's here on my blog. Doesn't he look smashing?

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