Nothing earth-shattering, but will be a useful little thing to go with the other khakis in my collection...
I love khaki/olive, obviously; one of my best neutrals. This was my daughter's old Tshirt, and when she gave it the heave-ho I baggsed it; immediatement. That last word is Franglaise, a form of butchered French/English, a language often employed in this household... er, by me mostly. I do have this bad habit of making up words and sometimes even talk in weird, vaguely European accents, particularly after a few drinks. I haven't on this occasion. Had a few drinks, that is. So got no excuse, really.
Back to the scarf...
The Tshirt in its original form was one of those really badly constructed ones that would not lie straight, and developed strange twisted folds if you tried to fold it flat along the side seams when hanging it up on the clothesline. This is because the sides were cut and sewn just a little bit off. Grrr... my pet hate. Look how it used to be, below... soooo skewiff. So I was pretty elated to be given the opportunity to take the scissors to it.
Now it has a new lease on life, and will not cheese off this laundress ever ever again. Hehehe....
Top and cardigan; Country Road
Pants; drafted by me, white linen
Scarf; refashioned from an old Tshirt
Thongs (flipflops); Mountain Designs