wearing my heart on my sleeve

Okay more on my chest really.



I think I should stop reading (and applying what I learnt from) Kingsley Amis' classic "On Drink", about the joys of imbibing. But the pleasant floatiness in my head now can't be ignored, and seeks expression in the form of a slogan tee. It's on the annoying side, and probably not entirely suitable for an afternoon jaunt through the Alberto Giacometti (I love!) exhibit now on at the Singapore Art Museum.

And the outfit is again a regression into my youth - but my jeans weren't so skinny, though still "stovepipe". My idea of dressing up at age 12 was wearing my new Chucks with an obnoxious tee. Is it unseemly to be inspired by what one wore 12 years ago?