steam cleaning
This post was funny, reminded me of attending artistic events (be it a band performance, launch, fringe theatre, something a friend is doing) and getting far too over analytical about other peoples sartorial choices. Especially when I am such a sloppy dresser. I really like it when someone dresses well, but frugally; when they look good not because of how much they spend, but the way they match things.
Events such as the Cygnet Folk Festival in Tassie were great for admiring people's street style, from the teenage volunteers stamping your ticket in the Cygnet Theatre on Friday night, to the leg warmers worn in the campsight and the festival tshirts paired with pyjama pants at the morning singing workshop (singing! in the morning! a joyful way to start the day, especially when singing with women who keep you going until you let your voice go. Have been singing a little bit to Lu, mostly Twinkle Twinkle Little Star but want to learn more songs for him).
Otherwise today has been about surviving the heat, helping my little baby cope with it, and trying to spring clean the flat. Which on a 40 degree day is more "steam cleaning". Harrassing my husband trying to whip up some enthusiasm, he's done a little, not as much as he could have but better than nothing. I was inspired after visiting Mike & Amber yesterday, who have a lovely old inner city villa that is filled with books, second hand wooden pieces, and well worn but stylish linen contrasting with well chosen coloured walls. Each of the rooms had a personality matched to the main purpose and it feels lovely. We were there for M's birthday, which we only remembered 2 minutes before leaving the house for an early morning beach swim, which meant that all of us were fairly shabbily dressed compared to our more stylish friends who managed to look good and kept cool. The best dressed person, however, was the 5 year old Woody, who wore blue retro tropical print shorts, tshirts and swung a silk scarf around his neck. He chatted to myself and Lu, sharing his knowledge about babies diets (no grapes for a breastfed baby!) and was quite delightful. His older brother recommended, to his former reception teacher, a gluten free cafe he'd visited near the city, impressing me with his sang froid for a 7 year old. Very urbane, and not in a precocious way at all.
Events such as the Cygnet Folk Festival in Tassie were great for admiring people's street style, from the teenage volunteers stamping your ticket in the Cygnet Theatre on Friday night, to the leg warmers worn in the campsight and the festival tshirts paired with pyjama pants at the morning singing workshop (singing! in the morning! a joyful way to start the day, especially when singing with women who keep you going until you let your voice go. Have been singing a little bit to Lu, mostly Twinkle Twinkle Little Star but want to learn more songs for him).
Otherwise today has been about surviving the heat, helping my little baby cope with it, and trying to spring clean the flat. Which on a 40 degree day is more "steam cleaning". Harrassing my husband trying to whip up some enthusiasm, he's done a little, not as much as he could have but better than nothing. I was inspired after visiting Mike & Amber yesterday, who have a lovely old inner city villa that is filled with books, second hand wooden pieces, and well worn but stylish linen contrasting with well chosen coloured walls. Each of the rooms had a personality matched to the main purpose and it feels lovely. We were there for M's birthday, which we only remembered 2 minutes before leaving the house for an early morning beach swim, which meant that all of us were fairly shabbily dressed compared to our more stylish friends who managed to look good and kept cool. The best dressed person, however, was the 5 year old Woody, who wore blue retro tropical print shorts, tshirts and swung a silk scarf around his neck. He chatted to myself and Lu, sharing his knowledge about babies diets (no grapes for a breastfed baby!) and was quite delightful. His older brother recommended, to his former reception teacher, a gluten free cafe he'd visited near the city, impressing me with his sang froid for a 7 year old. Very urbane, and not in a precocious way at all.
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