UPDATE ON WHAT NOT TO WEAR (WHEN GARDENING IN UMBRIA)

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Two summers ago I wrote a little piece about what not to wear when gardening in Umbria. I’ve learned a few things since then. Between laughs, Jim looked up at my latest gardening costume and said, “I need to document this.” So (with apologies to Trinny and Susannah whose great "What Not to Wear" show I miss), here is part of the old post, followed by my a photo from my current get-up:

June 2011. “…As I inspect everything more closely—especially the insect kingdom in action—I notice loud buZZing around me that suggests that I, myself, am of intense interest to some killer-sized fauna. I wonder, ‘Why are they so attracted to me?’ When I looked down at my fruity, flowery get-up, I had to laugh:they must be mistaking me for lunch! Trinny and Susannah would never have allowed me to go out gardening in that outfit.

BEFORE:


The WHAT NOT TO WEAR police were right to go bonkers over this ridiculous gardening outfit!
  


NOW:




OLDER AND (MAYBE) A BIT WISER, NOW THIS IS MORE LIKE IT!
(WITH APOLOGIES TO PAINTER, GRANT WOOD, THIS COULD BE  CALLED "UMBRIAN GOTHIC")
WHY THE MASK? BECAUSE FARMER D FOUND OUT THE HARD WAY THAT SHE IS HIGHLY ALLERGIC TO THE HAY THAT SHE WAS SO ENJOYING PITCHING WITH HER NEW PITCHFORK. BUT THAT'S ANOTHER STORY. 


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