A Beach and some Espadrilles
Wed 14th, May, 2014
Well good morning from Sydney Beach Cottage ladies, I am back from yoga just now, a new class to me (gosh I think I may not be able to move tomorrow) and have some lovely pictures of coastal Australia…
On instagram and Facebook yesterday we were talking about weather, in that it’s been glorious here in Sydney and in the early twenties for late Autumn I’m so not complaining. It’s very much an English thing to talk about the weather a lot and I still do it like all the time, anyway it appears in some parts of the world you have had a late dose of snow on your Spring flowers, many of you have lots of rain and others have grey skies…so I thought you might like to see some of what Australia, land of nature’s gifts, does best – sun, blue skies, and the sea…
However there is another thing in my life at the moment, kinda taking over from beach photos, I am looking at them now….you see I am sitting here knee deep in wedges, and I have to ask you, do you know of anyone who has a problem with shoes?
You know, there I am, in my forties, merrily bobbing along with an old cottage, a dog who errs on the side of crazy, a husband who raises his eyebrows a lot, a heap of white things and three children one of whom is definitely crazy and then bam something happens and sheesh I take it hard. And then a few months later, when, actually, I’m doing ok, I’m out of the woods, something happens. Something about shoes happens. It was teetering on quilts and rugs but the shoes won and took over.
I thought I was ok and had recovered and then oh dear, shoes, wedges to be specific keep arriving.
Just now, the doorbell went, I was merrily minding my own business, uploading pictures of the beach, oohing and ahhhing at the beautiful Australian coast in Autumn when ding dong, or rather ding a ling of the old ship’s bell that resides outside this old cottage just to keep the delivery guys guessing went.
Ahhh hello Mr Italian Delivery Man. G’day he says. I swear I saw his eyebrows lift.
Ahhhh more shoes from the Old Country. Wedges.
Indeed espadrille wedges.
Always good when your shoes match your rug.
Now taking the wedges count up to 7 and not including the wedges I already had, so all in all this cottage is the bearer of a lot of wedges.
I must say they are gorgeous. Like omg I love you gorgeous. But they do kill my feet to walk in. Indeed they kill my feet to sit in. They almost kill me too just to look at them.
But man do they do things to the legs.
And, truly, they nearly, but not quite, are as good as an Australian beach.
Over and out.