I burst out laughing when I observe myself in the full-length mirror, twisting to take in the effect of the makeshift outfit that we’ve crafted for me.
“Christian, this is ridiculous!” I say, shaking my head at myself.
“No it’s not, you look great!” he says, standing behind me and grinning proudly at his handywork.
I roll my eyes, pulling the fisherman’s bucket hat down lower over my face. “I look insane,” I sigh. But I can’t help smiling a little bit at it, because I look hilarious – like a little kid dressing up in her dad’s clothes or something.
I’ve got one of Christian’s black t-shirts on, knotted up at the waist so that it doesn’t fall down past my butt and look like an insane dress. That’s fairly normal looking, but the shorts – they fall down past my knees, and we’ve had to us
