Watch out fashion week

 

 

This build is one of the most exciting things we've ever done.... Ok, it is the most exciting thing we've ever done but it does mean we have had to kiss our weekends goodbye. We work our normal jobs through the week and first thing Saturday morning we are up to the block to get into it. Me with smoothie in hand, and still pulling items of clothing on (I really don't like mornings) often my ensemble is looked lovingly at (in an "are you serious" kinda way) by Guy. I have a couple of pairs of jeans or ripped jean shorts that are my staple bottom half attire, I will always have mismatched socks....I will never understand how other people don't, but the rest is where the fun comes in, it could be one of my old shirts or tshirts... Not all that exciting.... Or everything else could belong to Guy....or my dad.

There is something about doing the sort of work we are doing that makes me want to steal their clothes. Once when we were renovating the house we are in now, I was pictured wearing an old pair of my dads 'work cords' held up by a piece of cord and his flannel shirt. I look like I had been shrunk, but I painted two rooms like that. As unpractical as I may have looked, I was happy with a weird sense of satisfaction....yep, I took them when you weren't looking and I'm making them fit. What'ya gonna do?

The thing I love about this, when I have posted a couple of pics to instagram of my Saturday morning get up....it's been well received. People actually like it.....I air punch like a winner and I tell Guy! Some even see it as a carefully curated fashion choice rather than a minor case of kleptomania, which is even cooler. Like I said to my sister, who was one of my tradie attire fans, I'm working on a building site every weekend, doing things like bending steel and picking up wood off cuts, with no ladies bathroom facilities....I need something! And my instagram lady friends gave that to me. They made me feel like my weekend attire was cool, and I will be forever grateful to them!!!!!! Fist bump, insta friends, and blow it up....