When the going gets tough, get into a pretty dress.
Apart from these ragingly hot days thrown your way at random, which make trying to dress meeting appropriate extremely difficult as all you really want to wear is your birthday suit, the Sydney Spring is bliss. I respect the fact that a 10am champagne suddenly becomes OK just because a bunch of our equine friends are competing in a game of speed across a grassy turf. And that sporting a fascinator down the street is considered standard for a few weeks, your chances of being stared down are higher if you’re not wearing one.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get back to trying to wrap up another week before I am left with no weekend. And yes, I intend to do so in this dress.