Fine, fine, I admit it, haven't we all lied once? But this seems to be somehow different. Maybe I'm just jealous because I still have to go to tennis practice today. Don't you just hate when your parent's choose your activities for you?
Luckily, I found some images that may help me feel better, about this gentlemanly art of running around and hitting a yellow ball with a piece of plastic (or whatever rackets are made out of these days)Oh my, look at what you have done! Now give me the hat, the blazer and the dress, and I will tell no one about all of this!
Just look at that outfit!
Just look at that outfit!
"The sporty flapper: If she were a character, she'd be The Great Gatsby's Jordan Baker; athletic, boyish, cynical, seductive. Golf or tennis are the flapper girl's games, so in 2010 it's preppy with a 1920s twist. Look no further than Hermes - with drop-waist pleated skirts and sports stripes in classic colours - for inspiration."
Now, enough about tennis!
yes love is curious thing like your post its so beautiful
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Thanks for the comment! I love that editorial photo of the girl in the wrecked room. I hope you have fun at practice!
ReplyDeleteNot a big sports fab but I *love* tennis skirts. Fabulous post! :)
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