He's Leaving On a Jet Plane

Today Number One Son left the emotional safety of his home town.
He's swapped the sub-tropical sunshine of Brisbane for cosmopolitan Melbourne, a job promotion and a new chapter in his adult life.
At 22, he's the same age I was when I brought him here from London, a chubby 11-month-old baby in 1990.
It was just the two of us for a long time.  Good times.
My how he's grown.

He spent his last night with us, wolfing down everything, playing with his siblings and as usual, introducing me to some new music.
These pics were taken minutes before stepping into the car for the trip to the airport this afternoon.
As you can see, my biggest boy, despite the prospect of an exciting life in the bright lights of a big, new city, was feeling some trepidation about moving.
The realisation that he was leaving his hometown had just hit him.
Obviously I had to wear something that would make us both smile.
I dragged my favourite kilt out (a bit rumpled) and decided it needed to meet my leopard-print silk shirt, my new pink tights and my favourite new find from Sunday's flea market, leather glitter shoes!!!!

I love these 1970s sunnies thrifted for $2 last week.  This was taken on the return trip home.  I look a bit grim don't I?

 My 50 cent earrings made him smile.

This is the view from the front room taken just before we drove off.

Good luck son!
Love Mum xo