Clare - Castell Coch - Wales

My lovely friend Clare braved the cool February air and took the yellow pantsuit on a romantic stroll up to Castell Coch! Ha!!!! So rude! Here is Clare's experience in her own words. Daffodils are the perfect flower to accompany the most mustardy of outfits on her first Welsh adventure!

"The yellow pant suit travelled to Wales, UK. On 1st February 2015 we visited Castell Coch – the red castle.

Castell Coch (pronounced kass-teth Koch). With a bunch of daffodils in my hands I danced up the path to this glorious 19th-century Gothic Revival castle overlooking the villages of Cardiff.

Dog walkers, cyclists and children wearing walking boots and snow jackets stopped and stared as this maiden in a flimsy yellow pant suit came to the castle. Did I shiver or turn blue? … No … this outfit has powers! … and my children just asked “Why??!!”.

Jessica takes the pantsuit to the pub

Well hello my yellow lovers! I had the great fortune of going out with the pantsuit recently for a few sneaky G&T's. Mine's a Hendricks and tonic with a slice of cucumber of course. Only the best beverages for such a prestigious and rare occasion. Actually I was back in the motherland for the wedding of my good friend Kate (a previous pantsuit wearer!). The wedding was amazing of course but I'm not about to get all emotional and teary on you, this is a serious pantsuit blog.

So we're here to talk about my slightly bonkers friend Jessica. We go waaayy back, I have known her since we were 11 and awkward at school. She's a super hotshot lawyer or something these days but don't be fooled, she knows how to let her hair down, pull on the nude spanx (true story I saw them) and rock the dijon delight that is the yellow pantsuit. The thing about Jessica is she is VERY LOUD!!!! She burst into the pub and shouted at me "I LOOK LIKE AN OVERRIPE BANANA!"  Not true, she looked  perfectly ripe and delicious. And then "WHY AM I WEARING THIS IN PUBLIC!!!! NO-ONE ELSE WORE THIS THING IN PUBLIC!!!!". Le shrug ma Cherie! Because you look banana-tastic of course! Jessica chose to pair the pantsuit with a floaty yellow blouson and gold peep toe heels. I was very impressed with her glamourous ensemble!

She forced me to drink with her because she needed a bit of extra courage. You know me, I was up for the challenge and took one or eight G&T's for team yellow. You are all welcome! It was my pleasure! I'm not exactly sure about the timeline here (it all became a bit hazy, excitement of course) but at one point someone knocked about 20 glasses off the table and a piece of glass ended up in my leg. And then possibly this happened next or it was at a different time in the night (I'm sure Jess will correct me if I'm wrong) I looked down to see my bleeding leg, bent over to clean it up and then she started shouting at me "I CAN SEE YOUR BANGERS!!!".  Hilarious and an utterly new word for my boob vocabulary so thank you for that treasure. Jessica you were crazy brave to sport the suit for a whole night. Well done. Here are some pictures to prove how fantastic she looked and that when in doubt ladies.....nude spanx. Cheers!

That's Jessica with me and my fancy gin and tonic.

Work it girl!

Taking charge at the bar.

I think she was shouting "LOOK NO TOE!!!! NUDE SPANX!!!!" but I'm can't be certain.

It's just Kara doing a duckface and sharing her secrets again.

Welcome back my mustardy friends, I am so happy to share a new pantsuit update with you! As usual, our auspicious yellow pantsuit has been spreading her sparkles of golden wonder with vigour. I am so excited to share her latest visit to the state of Oregon! Although I often write a little copy to accompany the photos, this time I will simply copy the letter from my friend Kara because honestly....you cannot make this shit up. I love your juicy life Kara and I love your honesty and  amazingness and quite frankly your metaphorical balls even though you physically have none. Rock on duckface....over to you!

"This lovely pantsuit came to me last October, so it only sat in my closet for a scant six months before I donned it. Whoops! Granted, in that time, lots of life stuff happened, and while I’m less of a believer in the magical powers of clothing than your average bear, I’m told that this particular pantsuit can have an impact. Perhaps so. Because in the time it’s been hanging out in the bowels of my closet, I had an on-again, off-again thing with my estranged husband, a divorce from said husband who is now my good friend and cooperative co-parent, some sexual adventures with some very attractive and younger men, and I’m currently 13 weeks pregnant with the baby of two dear gay friends who need to borrow a uterus! And the insemination worked on the first try for this “advanced maternal age” bird, so, perhaps the suit is fertility-bestowing after all! In any case, I’m grateful for the lovely woman who brought the suit into my life--one Kirsten Gatti--and for the group of gals through which we met. Such lovely ladies, all, who have gotten me through so much crapola in my life! I wore the suit on a lovely Sunday afternoon, just around the house, and my ex-husband came over to photograph me. We laughed and debated whether my baby bump is visible yet and whether we should dress our daughter up in it for fun (she was the deciding vote, and declared that the suit was “not beautiful” and that she wouldn’t be wearing it, not even if Mommy asked nicely).

I hope this suit is witness to an equally exciting stretch in someone’s life at the next stop...Jessica, I don’t know you or what magical powers of the suit that you might benefit from, but I look forward to seeing your pics and hearing how transformative this rayon/polyester monstrosity is for you.

Much love to all my sisters in the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pantsuit. I am honored to be among you."

Tracie & Shamu, Winter Springs, Florida

There's this girl called Tracie, that's IE not Y. She lives in Florida and she is most likely going to be my son's Mother-in-law one day on account of us setting up an arranged marriage of our children. They are fine with it. Really. Just ask them ha ha. No they can't really talk but whatever, we like the idea so we're going to make it happen.


So Tracie lives in Florida and living in Florida brings many advantages, one of which is the beautiful weather and easy access to a backyard pool. I remember saying that the pantsuit "probably needs a wash by now" when I sent it to her but I kind of meant in a WASHING MACHINE not wear it and jump into your beautiful pool. But hey, who am I to impose boundaries on what people do with her holy mustardness. I don't judge, I don't dictate, I just record the journey.


The pictures are so wonderful I pretty much included all of them. Please Ladies & Gents take a seat, hold on and enjoy the ride that is Tracie, Shamu & the Yellow Pantsuit:

I'm pretending I don't see that....... Love you Miss Tracie. 

Nicole & Bridget, Madison, Wisconsin

Chalk art....hula hoops....pineapples? I am not sure what happy juice they are pumping into Wisconsin but I want some! Nicole was the daring pantsuit model for the day, the shoot was staged by my friend Bridget who also painted the beautiful chalky peanut-shaped stage thingy on the floor. It's artistic as hell and I'm not going to pretend I "get" it but wow do I love to bring you a pantsuit update with flair and flourish. I believe it's the first time we've seen yoga poses incorporated too. Very good work Bridget and Nicole!!! I'm left pondering what the duck did to deserve the cold shoulder. Unanswered questions.....that is art.