Immersing in the sun, surf and sand, the conventional domestic Australian life is a million light years away.
The sense of liberation from being on holiday releases all apprehensions, instead enticing adventure, excitement and cocktails by the pool.
Having your hair tied in plaits decorated with tiny beads by that sweet vendor by the beach (She does awesome massages too! Score!), was a great idea…at the time.
You sashay towards the tropical sunset in that batik dress from the markets, feeling adequately boho chic. Finally, you feel one with the locals…except that’s not what the locals wear.
Arriving back to the normalcy of suburbia, reality hits: You are a Bali beach bargain tragic.
What is it about beach holidays that skew your fashion sense?
A year since our trip to Bali, it’s finally hit me how many crazy purchases I bought. But this time, I’m not the victim. It’s the twinions.
Mostly thanks to these beauties:
This entire time they’ve been sitting at the bottom of the drawers.
Subconsciously, I’ve been trying to shove them right out of existence, ignoring how ridiculously loud they actually are.
This morning, in a vain attempt to get some wear out of them, I tried to convince K-Bear how cool it was to have all these animals on his pants.
He cooperatively put them on, but then looked down and gave me a look of disdain:
“Mama, you have GOT to be kidding me…”
In his almost 5 years, while he rarely protests what his mother dresses him, he wasn’t going to let her pull these ugly overalls, er…this one over his eyes.
As for practical reasons to wear them, there are none.
Guaranteed, I’ll be cleaning up a pee (or dare I say, poo) mess first before I manage to get to those fiddly buttons. Worse yet, the daycare teachers would never EVER forgive me.
Alas, I am a self confessed hoarder. As ghastly as they are, I’ll cling onto them like I am to the twinions’ pre-school years.
One day, they might be donated to charity (if anyone in their right, conscious mind will have them). Maybe they can somehow transpire into cool cushions.
Or am I just kidding myself?
Have you ever done a fashion faux pas on your kids? What was the ugliest thing you were made to wear as a kid?
Joining Essentially Jess for #IBOT