The 7 day tracky dak challenge

Your fashion experience of a Central Coast Seachange, depends a lot on where you live. For some people they find that they've moved to an area where the women look like Elle McPherson and Jennifer Hawkins complete with their Dolce & Gabbana sunglasses, their perfect tans and their taut bodies dressed in Country Road.

In other parts of the coast you'll see your jeans and t shirt mums and in OTHER parts of the coast you'll see your tracky dak mums. Sometimes I'm a jeans mum and I am about to confess, a tracky dak mum. This is what happens when you leave the corporate office environment of Sydney and you become 'seachanged'.

 I don't think I actually owned a pair of tracky daks when I lived on the lower North Shore. Infact I know that if I had ever turned up at Neutral Bay Woolies in a pair, the store security guard would have returned me to my car. On the coast though, I can pretty much wear them any where in my area and no one will raise an eyebrow. In fact if I walked past the Henry Kendall Tavern I might just get a few wolf whistles.

So I've set myself a 7 day tracky dak challenge and this is that I will not leave my street in a pair of tracksuit pants. I will however, drop in to see my neighbours in such attire as I know, that as former Sydneysiders themselves, they too are in the depths of a fashion crisis. I'm about to go door knocking to get my fellow seachangers on board so that if we fall off the wagon and see each other in athletic attire when we aren't engaging in excercise, we'll be able to offer the support we each need.

Wish me luck!!