Late to the Fashion Party wearing a Dress Grandma Made Me
It’s late. I’m upset because even after all this internet the only way I can reliably filter rooms according to basic, minimum requirements – such as number of sleeping spaces – is painstakingly and by hand. What is up with that?
So in the spirit of spending five minutes harking back to moments less full of spoiled and petty frustrations, I’m posting this image as part of Kukolina’s outfit-and-favourite-toy photo challenge. It was taken yesterday, so life can’t be that bad, I suppose.
I’m probably a little late coming to the party, but this suits the dress, which has seen a few comings and goings – my grandmother sewed it for me when I was in my late teens. Two children and more than, uh… five… years later, the fit is a little different, but it still does the job. Goes well enough with the signature hat, too.
The children are pictured with some of their all-time favourite toys: sand toys. You can’t see the toys very well, but that’s kind of the point, because sand toys are often a pain to pack on a beach trip – they can be bulky and they tend to get all full of sand – but they are deliriously easy to improvise.
We later found out that this area of Sentosa is actually a private beach for the exclusive use of guests of the nearby hotel. We come from one of those places where privatising beaches is considered roughly on a par with patenting oxygen, so we weren’t inclined to feel too guilty about missing the sign.
Out of interest, what do you think of privatising beaches? I’ve grown up with the vague idea that there’s something not quite right about it, but I haven’t heard a good, reasoned debate. Is there a reasoned debate, or is it just a cultural thing?