Jacket: Big W www.bigw.com.au
Top: Giordano www.giordano.com.au
Trousers: Jacqui E www.jacquie.com.au
Shoes: Zensu www.zensu.com.au
Ironically, days after I blogged about being advised not to wear smock dresses in case I get mistaken for the procreating I had one of those “fat, not pregnant” moments in what was decidedly not a smock dress.
I thought this ensemble looked pretty fetching, but accompanied by the ohgodmylegs hobble that I’ve been sporting since unwisely attending a bodypump class the night before I apparently looked so pregnant that a stranger was confident enough to query how far along I was (!).
Personally I’ve always had a policy than unless a women is in labor it’s exceedingly bad form to ask them how many months they’re gone, but obviously not everyone got the memo.
Never fear though: While it would be easy to dissolve into a puddle of self-loathing I’ve decided that actually it was quite hilarious, and the added bonus of watching a stranger try to prise the foot from their mouth was sweetened by the knowledge that she is unlikely to ever make a similar gaffe.