Bocce

This is my bocce ball outfit. Seriously. I played bocce ball with 89-year-old Octavio this afternoon in this ensemble. He and his friends really liked my style. Unfortunately, bocce ball is a game of skill, not style, and I lost badly.


Sweater, thrifted. Shirt, FY2 (thrifted). Shorts, San Souci. Tights, We Love Colors. Boots, Joe’s. Sunglasses, Meow Meow. Earrings, street fair. Bag, Canvas Boutique.


I actually showed up at the bocce courts hoping to take photos of the old men playing, but the courts were quiet. One man sat on the bench and a second was spinning in circles. The spinner insisted he only refereed and the benchwarmer invited me to play. It seemed rude to refuse, so I gave it a go. Octavio was well on his way to beating me when two more gentlemen arrived to gawk at the silly lady playing bocce ball in high heels and short shorts. I’m sure they were even more entertained when I bellyflopped on the court to get this shot for my 365 project:


My partner, Octavio:


He told me that 39 is a “good age.” I think that 89 is good, too.