My title is not referring to the weather, but the fact that I am down here in Dunsborough again, "minding" the beach-house during leavers week. Yah, the town is expecting thousands of teenagers to rock up any minute now and start being extremely loud, boisterous and drunken. In fact I have reliable intelligence that some had already started the partay-ing last weekend... But this morning Sienna and I were up and on the beach bright and early (thanks, Mum for the wake-up phone call...) and all was quiet and beautiful and peaceful... hardly a soul in sight; the only sound being the swoosh of the tide and the squawking of sea-birds. So I'm wondering where all the teenagers are, so far. Too early, maybe? Sensibly sleeping? Anyhoo, Mum will be coming to keep me company for today, we may catch a little morning tea and another stroll along the sand... discussing weighty worldly issues such as our sewing and wardrobe plans.
Shorts; Burda 7723 slightly modified here, greige corduroy
Camisole; Cotton On, tossed out by my daughter and rescued by me
Scarf; silk chiffon, made by me
Thongs (flipflops); Mountain Design