I've said those four words to myself for many years now. I don't do red. And I most certainly don't wear white either. I really didn't think it suited me for some reason. Hooray for blogging, & that the love of vintage means I'm branching out & breaking my own fashion rules. Red is certainly growing on me, & I do love it paired with navy. This is a frock I found at a Red Cross op shop on the Sunshine Coast. I think it's been handmade, & it's a great fit.
The Captain & I took these photos at the little church down the road that I've mentioned here. On Easter Sunday the door was open. It was so dark inside, I can see why many years ago a group of girls wearing black with candles at the altar scared me witless as a little girl. The church has a certain simple beauty about it, & I love the way the trees envelop it. All in the midst of suburbia.