You give me fever (or not)

One might think this a perfect outfit for Spring Racing Carnival: pink, flimsy, frivolous.

But it's a babydoll, a sartorial staple of wannabe little girls the world over.

It should not come as a surprise, then, that I stand resolutely against its pernicious infiltration into grown women's wardrobes. 

And yet – I found myself buying one! Why?

I told myself it would be very suitable as a holiday party dress (overseas, where no-one I know will see me). In fact, it bears a striking resemblance to one of those purchases made in error, under holiday-induced temporary insanity. I console myself that it was secondhand; cheap; and can therefore toss it in the bin without a qualm when I come to my senses. 

So, odds are strongly against you seeing me gamboling about town in this getup, Cup Fever notwithstanding.