Stradbroke Day

 I headed off to Stradbroke Day, loving myself sick and feeling like Dita Von Teese's Aunty.

I wore a Flora Fascinata one-a-kind PVC rose.

A Target brand lace blouse.

A Big W rose print bustier.

And, a pencil skirt sourced from a Gothic clothing style website.

Those pearls cost me $5 from Lovisa.

We were guest of these good people, as below.

 The track conditions were hot and dry.

I had to ask Mr Fascinata to keep wiping my shoes

clean with a serviette.

 The dress-code if you have been listening was:

black, white and red.

Do as you are told.

Here's Mr Fascinata's Smart Prick.

Not my work this time.

 Here's K, suitable attired.

In a Flora one-of-a-kind.

 Here's the three lovely winners of the Fashions on the Field.

That's Dale Olsson, doyenne of millinery style from The Hat Box, on your left.

I was chuffed.

 I loved this witty take below, too.

Must get myself on the judging panel.

 Lots of red, black and white.

Congratulations, Ladies. 

 When the sun was low in the sky, I headed off to see my old friends from high school.

For G's birthday.

 I've told you before about The Lane, at Palmwoods.

It's a bijoux alley way in the main street, that houses an artisan market, suitcase rummage and

a gorgeous café.

Check the 'net for details of times.

We enjoyed a three-course locally sourced meal.

Here's the entrée and starter.

 And, cake for afters.

 G is getting a business of the ground selling 'slow jewellery' made from

fair trade beads and silver and with references to the

spiritual qualities of semi-precious stones.

It's sustainable and conscience free.

I am a fan.

Here's some of jewellery in 'product placement'.

I will keep you posted.

 Sadly, I've had to take off the nose bag today and get cracking.

I am sieving through a mountain of the chalkface worker's fruits of labour.

Crunching A-B-C-D-Es.

Stay perky.