So, the day started off well enough, what with getting dressed 100 mile style and getting to wear my Carly Hunter top. Carly Hunter is an awesome Perth designer (probably my favourite, but I shouldn’t play favourites…) who has actually recently semi-relocated over east, but this top is from her collection from last year when she was still 100% Perth! Her collections are so beautiful, quietly elegant and magnificently draped, and she uses the loveliest silks. I’m a big fan of her designs.
So it pains me to say that on my way from an early morning meeting, I tripped and fell flat on my face in the middle of the footpath, ripping up my knee, my shoulder and the back of my Carly Hunter top! Super fine silk + dirty city pavements = not good.
Observe; my bloodied and band-aided knee, like a scabby 8-year-old. Way more dramatic and gory in real life, promise.
Carly Hunter top, stegosaurus necklace made for me by my little brother Duncan (I enjoy how it looks like the dinosaur is grazing in the fringing), fake leather op shop shorts, bag from the “free” box at a Mandurah op shop (classy), op shop shoes. Socks not within my 100 mile diet, as they count as underwear! That’s what I’m claiming anyway. A month is too long to go without socks.
Again, dodgy photo quality due to camera phone, which took quite a battering on my very fast descent to the pavement this morning. I promise to attempt to get Cameron to take my photos each morning from now on (he left too early this morning) so they’ll be lots better…