I present white lace, California style. Our Victorian great-great-...-grandmothers would turn in their graves seeing lace put to such scandalous use. (Horrors! Apoplectic fits all around! Note: I actually did have a great-aunt who wore floor-length skirts and lace shawls everyday of her life, in later years spiffed up only by huge sunglasses.)
My summer was mostly spent in dresses. I realize now how liberating it is to be in shorts, even in lace! I find myself walking everywhere I normally wouldn't, like to the grocery store down the road. (New Yorkers do this. Californians do not. * I have since been duly corrected that a lot of Northern Californians walk everywhere. 'Tis true.)
A few days ago, I walked to the Swim and Tennis Club in this outfit to meet someone. I had this urge to hop over the nets and grab a player's racket. I mean, I was practically in tennis whites. Imagine doing all that dressed like these ladies below:
|Source: a rare book|
British Sports and Sportsmen: Athletic Sports, Tennis, Rackets, and Other Ball Games. 1930.
I'm the worst tennis player in my family. But with opponents dressed like this, I might have a sporting chance at unreturnable serves!
I'm curious, did you get into the lace trend? Are you still wearing summer shorts where you are?
Shorts: from a little boutique in Los Gatos
Blouse: Patrick Robinson
Wedges: Charles David
Hat: husband's Panama