When I say youth, I mean my childhood. I wore dungarees a lot when I was little, I loved them.
However, after the age of ten, when my Mum made me wear a hand-me-down pair of red dungarees with small ice creams all over them to a party (a party!!), I refused to step into another pair ever again.
Until now.
These khaki lovelies were a recent ebay win. They arrived, I ironed them, I wore them. And I'll wear them tomorrow, and possibly the day after.
Have a great weekend!





