When it comes to fashion
... I know a fair bit about cows.
For instance, I know this one's a bull.
walked into my life very recently, and I wonder how I survived without them.
I also stumbled upon this beauty
draped rather unceremoniously across the back of one of Nanny's kitchen chairs, and had to have it. Destined for a life as a fishing shirt, I immediately siezed it for my own. Once belonging to my Grandma, I shall endeavour to give it a more fitting end to its life.
Teamed with this little embellishment
currently weaving its way across the Pacific, this little combo may even be sighted at next week's Ekka!
We head to Brisbane next Wednesday, full team in tow, to witness Dad's judging job at the state's greatest show.
Before then, we must survive this weekend's Bush Dance, proudly hosted by our local P&C, including whip-cracking, dog-jumping, damper-cooking and a meal of corned beef and veg, cooked over the open fire.
Swing your pardner, do si do, allamande left ....