If I were to be completely honest, I’d have to say that wearing anything other than a Muumuu is impractical. The Muumuu, or Muum as I like to call it, is the world’s greatest outfit.
You name me one other piece of clothing that you can wear while sleeping, running errands, cooking, throwing a dinner party (with the aid of a belt, of course) or lounging around a pool? I say nay! You cannot.
I have a fine collection of Muums at home (insert Martin’s embarrassment here). Five, if memory serves. With any luck today (mostly if Martin takes a nap this afternoon) it will be six. It seems that women in northern India share my love of the Muum – I’ve seen some fine specimens for sale in the markets here.
So, the top thing on today’s agenda is lulling Martin to sleep while I dream of billowy shapeless dresses in awful patterns.
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