The line of life creeps upwards

Before I start crowing I think I should disclose that my cat Kate watches television. 

That is the face of someone who has never seen Sex and the City before. I believe it was Charlotte who caught her attention. 

Kate has an on-going interest in clothes, particularly mine they are freshly washed and in a basket that she can access easily. However, she finds the whole blogging thing a little tedious and just wishes I would make up my mind about the style of my photographs. 

 With the self timer in my kitchen, in an Anne Fontaine Dress, negotiating Kate who is out of shot 

 With my phone in my room as Kate makes final submissions for some extra breakfast. Note: the dry cleaner found the belt to my original tench! 

In my office (courtesy of my learned friend) in a Seed dress and possibly in need of a good trim. 

I still have no idea what works best. I do know that it is getting warmer and the fabric of my clothes is being adjusted accordingly. I've moved down the textile scale from wool to cotton and silk.    

And it's warm enough for short sleeves, which in turn deserves a bracelet.

Glad to have sat under thunder and rain

It's soup season in Sydney. Not lovely bowls of heavy soup dusted with parmesan and served with crumpets but the soupy damp air of late summer that only grows more oppressive when there's rain. The temperature stays warm so you never really dry off. 


No amount of showering makes you feel completely rinsed. 


I was still damp from the shower and the sticky air when I chose my clothes early this morning. 

The dress is a silk floral number I bought from a second hand store in Newtown on half price day so it cost me the princely sum of six dollars. It's made in Thailand, most likely at one of the seven zillion tailoring stores in Bangkok. It has the sweetest little shoulder pads and the simple shape lends itself well to a big meaty belt. In this case the belt is a vintage Laura Ashley that I got at a garage sale for a dollar. The shoes are Aerosoles from my recent US haul and the tights, which are actually the most expensive component of this outfit, are by Wolford. Oh! And there's a slip. 

This one came from Lee Mathews summer sale last year. I love slips under silk dresses, partly because they save a lot grief and clumsy clutching of skirts should there be a gust of wind, and partly because when I get home I can do the Butterfield 8 Thing. 

Best use of a silk slip ever. 


Incidentally I stopped smoking five years ago today. I welcome any kind of praise, sympathy and acknowledgement and am not too proud to advertise for it.