Jet lag? Psh! Jet lag, SCHMET-LAG!
My little sister Caroline arrived in Sydney from Auckland, New Zealand this morning, and despite the fact that she’d only had a few hours of sleep, we immediately headed out to our local shopping centre on a quest to find her some absurd-yet-entirely-necessary party attire for the nights ahead. Which then resulted in catching a bus to a completely different location for further garment hunting and second-hand shopping. And giggling. And random bursts of public dancing. (Sad, but true!)
What I’m Wearing:
x Coral-coloured dress, Paddy’s Markets (Possibly pointless item information: this dress was only $10! $10! I have been mercilessly wearing it for YEARS.)
x ‘Frock & Roll’ nameplate necklace, Helpless Romantic
x Black rollneck sweater, Target
x Vest, secondhand
x Grey handbag, Sportsgirl
x Boots, Payless Shoes
After hours of dedicated searching and pop-tart buying, we eventually abandoned our original mission of clothes finding and decided to source an early-evening dinner of raspberry-flavoured vodka and hot chips, instead.
My stomach is hurting in only the very best way that it could after spending a full day laughing hysterically like a possessed hyena with my sister. Honestly, does she HAVE to leave on Sunday?!