So here I am looking through images on my computer for a street style piece I’m working on for a print publication. I look at a folder I have named “colossal costal invasion” (DO NOT ASK). In it there are images of me from our last holiday –with THE SIR and I spot many Me’s parading all over Camps Bay’s cold waters. Not that I had forgotten my guy snapping me on that particularly searing day. No, I remember strongly refusing to take my off my teal framed Stella McCartney stunners. They were still very new from Sunglass Hut and everything.
Anywhoo, I simply must share that I am not a water person. Yeah, I said it. It must have something to do with being born under a fire sign and the misdeed between the two elements. I totally triple dared myself to publish this post with images that might suggest that I am advocating amity, whilst topless and clad in a pair of bright lime board shorts or drawstring swimmies.
Oh, there is a sarong/ cape story too.