It's official -- she's tormenting me sexually. (See the discussion re: stretching during The Outing.)
Kids were going to do their easter egg hunt and W wanted a photograph taken of D and her to use on her fundraising for the charity run. So she's wearing a perfectly fine green cotton shirt and says she just wants to change quickly. Okay, we wait; the kids and I go outside to get ready for the hunt.
W comes out in yoga wear -- capri pants that hug the hips and a thin lycra shirt with spaghetti straps.
Of course the photograph is just going to be a closeup, so it really doesn't matter what kind of top she's wearing.
