Camping fashions. There are no don'ts.

Hello My Ladies, I am back. I've been talking funny for a few days. Yesterday on the drive back from the Land of the Camping, a seventy floppity-jillion hour car ride, I started saying I had a lot of woad wage. Which sadly cracked me up. Anyway, hi! I missed you. How was your Easter? I hope you're all rolling about like a giant Lindt Easter Egg at this very moment.

What you missed in my life will unfold I am sure (mostly how I now have very tan/dirty feet; a bug bite on my chin/neck the size of Memphis; and some crying...you know the usual). But right now, at this very second, we need to talk about the fashion of camping. More importantly, my fashion while camping...


Let's start with day wear:

Why, yes! Thank you for asking I did wear that Every. Single. Day we were there (except one where I had a fever and was unreasonably cold and wore this).
For a closer look at the t-shirt:
Mmmhmm, indeed. That, my fashionistas, is a children's shirt from the Monterey Bay Aquarium.


Now, once the sun went down or the breeze was particularly cool it was important to layer up. I layered in a distinctly yellow-y, orange-y and strangely gangsta direction...

What's up, Penguin!


For bed, Inspector Climate and I zipped our sleeping bags together and it was mostly quite warm. So, I logically and oh so sexily stripped down to this:

Yes, polypro top! Yes to wool knee socks! And a hell-ya to green stripped boxer shorts. Not to mention the fleece hat with ears.

Fashion is hard, y'all. On a day to day basis my wardrobe is quite drab, but when it comes to camping fashion, I bring the heat.

Peace out, ladies.