It’s finally, finally starting to feel like autumn. The weather turned cool at the beginning of the week, only, what, a month into the season?
But when these snaps were shot last month, it was straight up hotter than hot.
Note the crackly, dry grass. The fine, dusty dirt. The slick marriage of sweat and sunscreen on the skin.
On a bright, stifling Saturday morning, The Man and I ventured out to Eatons Hill to watch the Dogs v Lions in the brand new AFLW comp and it was — as expected — excellent!
We cheered, we sweated, we ate 50c Zooper Doopers and tried to seek shelter in the shade of scribbly gum and paperbark trees. That makes the heat sound romantic, doesn’t it? I’m just happy it’s done for the next six months.
Sunglasses: David Jones
Skirt: Trade Secret
This is one of my all-time favourite T-shirts. Ever. Though I guess I didn’t really need to say ever because ‘all-time’ probably encompasses that. But whatever. It’s great.
And I’m — well I wanted to say I was surprised it hasn’t already featured on here because I got it, what, three years ago now? But then I remembered I don’t post here every day any more so, you know, I guess it’s not that shocking. You probably don’t need to stop the presses or anything.
I found it in a 300 yen store when we were in Japan during the cherry blossom season back in 2014. It’s just that perfect shade of olive/army green. And it’s comfy. And the length. Look, regardless of how long it took, I’m just glad it’s had its moment in the sun/internet now.
Oh, and I have fruit on my head and wrist. So, Carmen Miranda. In torn jeans.