yeah, it’s officially “big giant hat” season.
there comes a time in every garden weekend where i absolutely detest my clothes. i have a special pair of trousers i ordered from some outdoor place that fit like jeans but don’t rip at the knees and the pockets, and they are comfortable, and serviceable, and i simply and utterly hate them. by this point in every weekend, they are dirty, they’re confining, i’m hot and icky and i feel like my skin is crawling.
today i took a stand: to finish off my weekend i just strolled around in my favorite sweatpants and did the seed pots.