Gidday. Or perhaps G'day. Or even G'day Mate.
I'm trying to Set the Mood for what is to come. Can you guess what it might be?
Yes, I'm presenting A Travelogue of a recent short trip I went on around Australia.
Actually, it was a Weekend in Canberra to visit my daughter Maeflower & her partner Russell.
BTW, unlike many Middleagedwomen, I have absolutely No Desire to travel around my Wonderful Sunburnt Country. Pourquoi, you may ask?
1. I'm not fond of Long Trips in the Car & a trip around Australia involves many of those.
2.In this country, Middleaged Travellers are known as 'Grey Nomads' & wear Baggy Shorts regardless of Gender. They drive large Caravans & park in scenic spots where, at the end of the day they sit on Banana Chairs & nibble long sticks of Cabanossi & Woolworth's Gherkin Dips & drink cask wine from a well-stocked esky.
I couldn't Wear the Shorts or Eat the Food or feel comfortable being called Grey Anything.
4. I like to be near places where I can get a decent coffee. Perhaps I'm a little out of touch, but I can't really imagine ordering a latte in the middle of the Nullabor Plain.
Anyway, scroll back to the beginning of the post & you'll see me in my Travelling Outfit. It was friday nite & I had just freshly arrived on the bus from Sydney. I'm wearing a little Navy tunic & a genuine vintage 'Chanel' scarf that sadly looks a little too much like something a Flight Attendant would wear.
Last time I wore this outfit was in Palm Springs about four weeks ago.
Our first sight was The Big Merino at Goulburn. For those people who are unfamiliar with this type of animal, let me explain.
It is a Sheep. And a rather imposing sheep it is too. Perhaps even, An Other Worldly Sheep, for on closer inspection, a rather piercing light shone from one of its eyes.
Well, we did.
Anyway, I'm wearing More Navy Travelling Clothes: Yesterday evening's Navy Tunic under a baggy striped tee shirt bought NEW (!) from Cotton On under a thrifted Navy jacket with white piping.Bear in mind, Dear Reader that it is Supposed to be Summer.
Maeflower is wearing a fab tee shirt with I think a Recontextualising of Alice in Wonderland on it & skinny jeans.
OMG, I love Navy. I just can't get enough of it. It was my Poor Dead Mother's favourite Look. She used to say that navy made a woman look, 'Refined & Nice'. Every time she said that I never thought that I was ever going to stop throwing up. But now, I'm totally the opposite. Perhaps Mum is manipulating me from The Grave.
And then I thought of Eating Bacon.
It said 'Supposedly'.
I was desperate to tap her on the shoulder & ask Why Why Why?
But I didn't.
Plaid Bags & some form of Doll.
Country House Hunting.
Here's the inside of a creepy house we inspected which felt like a whole family had been slaughtered in the front room or at least had a really Unhappy Time in it for a few Generations. But we did like the Retro Wallpaper. But not enough to buy the house.
I asked the Real Estate Agent if the Whistling/Rustling sound I could hear was coming from a nearby freeway.
He said it was just the trees.
The best dressed were The Nigerians. They looked fab even though no one was wearing Navy.
Almost Edible Balcony. Note the Almost Scary Aloe Vera plant which apparently is a Magnificent Healer for Sunburn but doesn't taste too good in a salad. Neither are the succulents.
Maeflower is wearing a magnificent dress bought on sale that v. day at Cotton On.
I totally love the Magenta part of the dress. And of course, Diana Vreeland once declared that 'Magenta is the Navy of India'.
'Renaissance' exhibition at the National Gallery. Here's what the front of the gallery looked like which is a Giant Blowup of a tiny tiny Bottecelli that you almost needed a magnifying glass to see as well as a torch because the Gallery was so dark it was almost like a Nightclub. Although there were a few Titians & Bellinis, it was all a Bit Second Tier, as we kept on Loudly Saying.
OMG.....& another thing. I can't stand all those people traipsing around in these Blockbuster Shows with Loud Audio Equipment hanging off their ears. Just because they can't hear anything other than the Commentary, they forget that there are other people v. near to them whose personal space they need to respect.
Oh dear, I hope I'm not sounding like a Cranky Old Lady with really really pronounced Naso-Labial Folds & a downturned mouth. Quelle horreur!
James Turrell Skyspace exhibit at the entrance to the gallery. In case you're wondering, we're looking up at a round opening to the sky, but really we're just showing off our outfits - both freshly bought from 'Cotton On'. Note the Navy in my outfit.
No, this is not a Paid Advertisement for 'Cotton On'.