COLOURS
I have spoken about the glorious blues of Perth but I’ve been surprised by the number of people who comment on the colours that I wear (and Susan too!). Just yesterday it was the Qantas steward at the Loch St train station and the unemployed lawyer on the historic Perth walk.
I still remember getting off a flight from Melbourne to Perth in the 1990s and feeling slightly discombobulated. I looked around, trying to pin point the source of my discomfort when I realised I was the only person in black. That traditional look of Melbournians. Although I wore that uniform when I lived there, I always added touches of colour - scarves, brooches, rings, glasses. But given a choice, I love bright colours. I might occasional stretch to a pastel but there has to be something bold about it in terms of cut or design or material to make up for the pallor.
Some colour for the flight to Perth |
See - even with a collection of Perth friends, I'm the loudest of the lot.
Lunch at Loch St with David, Juliet, Barry, Gabrielle & me |
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