This is what I thrifted in San Francisco with Inna. I typically don't leave a thrift store without a skirt, especially one with pockets. Hiding a camera remote in a pocket is much easier than violently throwing it out of the shot or trying to shove it in my bra (which isn't very big to begin with).

I feel like a teacher in this outfit; and while I can certainly dress the part I am not cut out to be one. I have a bad track record with kids. I was a camp counselor in high school, and when a boy hurt his arm I told him he was fine and to stop crying. He came back the next day in a cast. Oops. Also, as a babysitter I'd just lay on the couch and entertain the kids by having them count the freckles on my face. Hey, at least that kept them busy for a long time.