Girls Gone Wild

Look who I got to rub bosoms with on Sunday.
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 humour.

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