I spent most of my childhood actively seeking eternal happiness on the mudflats of Soldiers Point. I spent hours fossicking for mud crabs in the rocks, pumping for yabbies (for bait), playing beach cricket and going night crabbing as the tide rode in at 2 am. Some of my happiest and most belly-hurt-laughing sessions were experienced there.
After our hours spent on the mudflats, we were often sauntered back to our beach cabin covered in mud, skin raw from too much sun, our swimmers full of sand and our hair brimming with sea salt. But we were happy. So happy, that I am not sure I have experienced that kind of happiness since. So it was no surprise I had to venture out for one last foray before I moved my life across the pond to London… and snap some shots in my darn-cute new frock.
I am no fashion blogger. Ohh, hells no. I certainly don’t have the somatotype for it – chunky AND stumpy legs, broad swimmer shoulders, chubby cheeks and an instant awkwardness that seems to flare up when a camera is turned on me. Sure, I was feeling pretty filthy that day – no makeup (but sunscreen, always sunscreen), my hair was not dealing with the humidity and I was still recovering from a fall onto oysters which cut up both my feet. But, lucky for me, I was rocking my super cute Target Palm print dress that day, so I wasn’t too fussed about getting a little posey – there weren’t many people around; just a few Soldier crabs scurrying across the sand.
It is funny how easily an outfit can transform your mood!
Wearing: Target Printed Fit & Flare Dress* || Lack of Colour Hat