Frocktober Leftover

Please note: this post was originally published in November 2014.

On 31 October, I got the text I was dreading.

When Frocktober declared “it’s not you, it’s me” I felt bereft. There was a frock-sized hole in my heart. Surely it was impossible to feel naked when wearing trousers? Not so.

As luck would have it, I have some Frocktober leftover. Priscilla had been ropeable when she didn’t make the cut last month. She refused to be ignored and would not go quietly. Besides, going quietly was not an option. Priscilla’s got a tie top with two tassels that jingle jangle at the slightest rustling of her hanger.

Jack of being overlooked, she demanded we head to the jacaranda for some seasonal snaps that would show off her best side. All jokes aside, how bloomin’ lovely are these perfect purple baubles of spring?

Priscilla also has some pretty neat credentials. You’ve probably already cottoned on to my love of cotton. Yes Priscilla is 100% cotton and she’s fully lined. No petticoat junction required. (If you don’t understand this reference, please promptly avail yourself of some research into the comedy series of the sixties and then get back to me with a full report).

Meanwhile, I’m also quite impressed with Priscilla’s long skirt and sleeves. As a sunscreen devotee, sometimes it’s nice to be able to forego the lather in favour of long flowing fabrics. I can’t talk budgets and prices because I snapped her up in Sydney one hundred years ago but let’s not harbour doubts about how much she’s worth. We have to move on. I promised the old girl she’d get plenty of airtime to make up for the Frocktober fallout. Scroll down for another snap of her.



What’s your favourite frock for spring?

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