The day before: #frocktober

On 31 September I wrote on facebook; "to do, or not to do #froctober, that is the question." I posted it with this picture of me against the Seven Sisters of Sussex. I chose it because I look like a cardboard doll, ready to be dressed.

 

 

My Mother thought it was a wonderful idea, my sister (who took almost all the pictures last year) thought it was a terrible idea, but generally, the feedback was positive.

 

Last year I disliked not being able to wear my favourite dresses when ever I wanted, of course I missed my jeans, and I often, if not always by the end of it, hated the thought of taking a picture.  

 

These pictures were taken when I was in Sussex only a few weeks ago. I was in Brighton staying with my best friend, her boyfriend and her father. I had spent 4 weeks travelling through Ireland, Northern Ireland, Scotland and finally, England. I can't bring myself to write about it yet; I'm not ready.

 

These white cliffs: the Seven Sisters of Sussex are stunning in real life, they are formed by layers upon layers of built up sea shells. As soon as I saw I was the same colour I had to take the picture above. I rolled up my dress and tried to disappear into the rock. The red hair didn't help.

 

On the way back I had this picture taken. I had folded down by dress around my waist to feel the sun on my shoulders. I was aware that within a week I would be returning to winter.

So this is it, the paper doll, ready to be dressed... 31 days of wearing a different frock: #frocktober