The sharp-eyed among you may notice that this is the same dress as yesterday. It’s true. It’s Sunday and I didn’t actually leave the house at all today — and hence I didn’t get dressed* — but as I drunkenly did two poses in this frock last night (no doubt foreseeing my hangover and its attendant complete lack of desire to do anything), I figure that solves my problem.
If that’s cheating, I’m sorry.
Wait. I meant: no I’m not; screw you, I’m working pretty damn hard here.
Especially here, in this shot. I haven’t done any pilates or yoga for months now, due to a drop in finances, and this is a pretty full-on stretch. I think I worked up a sweat trying to achieve this shot.
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*In other words, I hung around the house all day in what I suppose passes for a nightie, which is frock enough for me. It’s somewhat, um, sheer however, so no, you don’t get a photo. That would be NSFW.