Don't think for a second that this is how I hang out. A year or two ago our local garden club decided to host a "formal" garden tea party, and requested that we all come appropriately dressed. Not having actually attended a tea party before, I had to run out to the local thrift shop to get a dress and a hat. I decided to keep it edgy and accessorized my dress with my mud boots and gardening gloves, in addition to my pearls.
This is more typically "me". That's a Jack Crevalle from the Sea of Cortez. Yes, he lived.