I’m a little blurry this morning, and it’s not because the photographer has shaky hands. My blurriness is the self induced kind, brought on by drinking beer then sangria and THEN vodka. I also think eating copious amounts of meat on a stick has something to do with me feeling off colour.
See for yourself…
I cannot believe I was eating that very same meat on a stick last night. It looks revolting, although the man does seem quite proud of his meat.
So that brings me to now. I have been down walking the dog in a place known as The Wildside. And it is wild. This morning we saw a kingfisher, along with a large number of cormorants airing their wings, loads of swallows, doves, magpies and fish. Who’d have though the toxic drain that is the Cook River could support all that birdlife?
Top: I love this Dragstar vest, and wish I didn’t have to give it back at the end of The Year of Denim
Bottom: Ben Sherman jeans, somewhat snugger than the last time I wore them. Is it because they are freshly washed or I’m freshly fatter?
Accessory 1: Mavi denim bag, small but just the right size
Accessory 2: Denim Birkenstocks. I feel a bout of vegetarianism coming on after all that meat and Birkies are one of the ways to spot a vegetarian