Le Petit Choux

I have already waxed lyrical about these little harem shorts before, but I shall indulge myself once more. They are like delicious little fondants in my wardrobe; le petit choux; the bonbons; the icing on the cake. Which is appropriate since this hat looks like a pavlova, feathers whipped into a frenzy like cream atop a black velvet band.

This symphony of black and white (and silver shoes) was originally intended to entertain Melbourne Cup racegoers last year; except that it was freezing cold and my vintage hat had not yet arrived from the US, alas. I wore something much more sensible on the day (if you can call a gold foil skirt sensible).

Slightly more demure is this smoke blue, grey and black silk top. It made me think of a flapper’s tunic, so I swung some jet-black beads around my neck and skipped out of the house in blue suede shoes to meet friends for drinks one Sunday night.

I plan to dream up more delightful ways to adorn these yummy shorts for the warmer months ahead.