Why, the most gorgeous woman at the Gold Coast Antique Fair of course, the utterly spectacular Kitty!
Who absolutely NAILED her vintage silk frock and looked fabulous while running a busy stall for three-plus days.
I got to stroke her frock.
And the freaking gorgeous 1960s leopard handbag in the background, which incidentally caused a furore among fur-haters on Facebook.
Really?????
Well I fucking hate men who look at my 10 y.o. lassie the wrong way.
Jeez!!!
I also endorse this insanely fabulous 1940s bakelite telly at Kitty's stall.
Huge hugs and many, many shocking arse-squeezes ensued.I can only hope it got that hot woman a few more sales.
A few more precious treasures on her stall - I could do with the green paisley bag as an overnight bag, the pink one as a laptop case, do a bit of double-bagging with the pink vinyl number and the giant Life Saver tin could carry my flask of tea.
"Hello? Can you send Gregory Peck over for my foot-rub pronto? Thanks."
It was just The Stylist and I who went off for an overnight trip, where we ate the most expensive sushi ever - ten bucks!I decided to make it worth my while and chuck down some mega-wattage wasabi - ya' know, to give me something to remember.
At the end of the fair, I was looking rather creased in my 1960s cotton frock, with cape awesomeness and free chola bra strappage.
Then we checked into a cheap motel across the road from North Burleigh Beach and immediately hit the waves.That was when I realised I left our toiletries bag at home (read: eye make up remover and contact lens case).
I'm sure there are people who wear thick black liquid liner to the beach on a sweltering day.Sure of it.
In the water, I even asked The Stylist how the liner was holding up."Oh fine ... you just look like you've got a bit of smokey eyeshadow on."
This is what I looked like for the couple of hours post beach-swim, walk and pool-swim.Joke's on me, you can't always trust a stylist with a wicked sense of humor.
The next day, early morning swimming then a drive to Rainbow Bay for breakfast.
Point Danger Lookout, where we had breakfast (coffee for me, ice cream for her).
Then a couple of hours spent beach-combing, exploring, collecting shells and driftwood.
Oh me? I sat under my parasol and let the heat and ocean air clear my mind.
The Stylist trusted me to take her to a glorious beach at Fingal Heads, NSW.And it WAS glorious.
Me: "Look, we just crossed into New South Wales!"
Her: "Oh wow, are we in Sydney?"
(Dear of her, Sydney was 800+km away).
She made a new friend who gave her a wee sting on her knee that luckily didn't hurt much or flare up!I do hope you're all having some wonderful adventurous moments this week my lovelies.
Baci,
Desiree xoxo
