(Irma, from the Peter Weir film, based on Joan Lindsay's 1967 novel, Picnic at Hanging Rock. An Australian classic. Read it or watch it - you're in for something special either way...)
Today Frocktober is more about the bush than the frock.
(is it ok to say that?)
Although I am wearing another little cotton number by Gorman,
(you know I'm taking this gig seriously when I wear a dress on a walk through the bush!)
it's nothing special, just something I wear around the house, so I suggest you focus on the bush, which is. (special)
Hovea Falls, John Forrest National Park
(the last time we were here - a couple of months ago, it was as dry as a bone. It was lovely seeing waterfalls doing what they're meant to)
National Park Falls, as above.
(Anthony was worried I would "come a gutsa". I know sure footedness is not one of my strong points, but jeez! He kept telling me to stay away from the edge - you should've heard him! It sounded like he was talking to a six year old!)
It was so good to get out of our dusty house for a while.
(all sorted as I type this - if we weren't missing a ceiling and Annabel's stuff wasn't taking over the house - we'd be back to normal. Hang on a minute, Annabel's stuff all over the house is normal!)
Just three things to end:
1. Please sponsor me here.
2. Please read Bernice's touching tribute to her Aunty Angela here
(awesome 70's fashion too)
3. Thank you for your recent donation Patti.
1560 bucks so far.
"That's better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick"
Thanks guys, see you tomorrow x