In my grey Standard Issue jersey. Tried to lead by example with the feet washing though the kids seemed genetically hardwired not to follow
We had some bewty blue/grey evenings. Look.
Kiwis seem to love floaty frocks w ssslips underneath, and I followed suit with this one, also by Ricochet.
The silver sneaks were seen all over the beach purchasing lattes, steak and kidney pies and other baked goods with extra buttah.
Then there were the brighter blue moments, down at Port Ohope.
Old linen shirt from J Jill
Old Cover up by Elif, you've seen this one before.
Everyone here is buying 1970's caravans and doing them up. It's veritable caravan madness in this beach I tell you! This one is parked outside the Port Ohope Store.
Same aqua colour in the coffee drinking nook inside.
Inside the caravan. Its a "no kids" coffee drinking area, so we remained outside with our little darlings and just snapped through the window.
Blue caravans galore! Our lovely friend Marion who just turned 61 (!) is doing up a blue caravan too. She was a six years ahead of me at school. I call it the Cariovarion. She and her American husband Jack have lived sussed: they live half the year in Ohope Beach, the other half in Wyoming. She had a health store and then worked as a milk trader in the old Chicago stock exchange, trained by her husband who was a pork belly trader. She was one of his best students, if not the best, because she learned by other people's experiences and didnt have the ego that tripped up other (male) traders, apparently.
This is Marion's neighbors' caravan. Caravan madness I tell you!