But the heavens have opened and there've been gales and floods for several days now.
The gods have decreed the people of Brisbane shall have leaky roofs, trees over roads and lines, washed-out festivals, wet feet and bad hair.
Ah but it means I can wear this glorious little red 1950s coat I bought on eBay last year.
I love the cut, bracelet-length sleeves, big buttons and pockets and lovely wide neckline and collar.
And it's warm.
I had hoped it would be worn more often but I wore my kimonos and furs to the max this winter.
The green kilt is still on rotation and I decided on a cheeky combination by pairing it with a blue, 1960s, wool, sequinned and beaded shell top, fence-net tights and anti-weather Docs.
The coat screams for armloads of bangles but I slipped arse-over-tit in the wet today and landed on my right knuckles, so they're a bit tender.
Oh and do you like my 1950s white, ostrich-skin handbag? I bought it at a Melbourne flea market for ten bucks. It's big enough to carry all my crap in style.
Look no black clothing!
I took a couple of cms off the bottom of what was turning into a hideous Camilla Parker-Bowles hair-don't and gave it a razor-cut before taking these shots - I'm happy with how it turned out.
And I love how these 1960s whites baubles scream for attention.
I hope you're well-rested and stepping into the new week looking utterly gorgeous. xo