It's been around since the days when beige was high fashion and private school girls wore crisp linen pants, a chambray shirt, a string of pearls and a pair of sensible flat shoes (or RM Williams) at the rugby.
And for me it was only ever good for a big fluffy bath robe or a new white duna cover and sheet set.
But in 2007 it seems that its back and the street on everybody's lips for basic fashion essentials is Country Road.
I just love this jacket.....
I visited the latest version of BB's Bar the other night at its new location on Campbell Parade and spotted this cute white pea-coat with red love hearts on it. Great for the autumnonic weather we're having in Sydney at the moment.
I also loved the little black and white ballet flats this girl was wearing, with the little black ribbons on the top.
Sorry about the picture quality though. Like me, the camera phone isn't big on being out too late at night.
Parenting in Sydney leaves you with a multitude of activity choices on the weekends. The beach. The park. The City. The pub. (Did I say that?)
But on an overcast day when everyone is sufferring from Cabin Fever, why not head down to a place like the local playground.
Why here you can surround yourself with slightly larger primary coloured plastic objects than you have in your loungeroom and multiply the number of small people at your feet by 100.
Just like this Daddy.
Fancy some time off work?
Why not try having your hand crushed by a window.
Not long after being stitched up at the hospital, and not long into the first few Panadeine Forte's, this poor chap and his wife were grabbing a quick takeaway coffee in Bellevue Hill before heading off to pick up their brand new car.
No prizes for guessing who's driving that puppy home.
A chance encounter yesterday with the hilarious Josh from Zoit.... chattin' up a storm outside his Gould street salon.
Orange is definately his colour.
This little pocket of land nested between Oxford Street, William Street and Darlinghurst Road is famous for its Curb Crawlers and even a smattering of signs at every street corner doesn't deter the working girls doing laps up and down this little strip.
And right in the middle of Liverpool Street is the lovely East Village hotel where you can enjoy a refreshing beverage while taking in the lappers and escaping the end of Summer humidity. These girls were doing just that yesterday.
And their waitress with the cute shoes gets to do it everyday!
Is there such a word? A-U-T-U-M-N-O-N-I-C
A word to describe the feeling you get when the weather suddenly changes and you wake up feeling cold and want to don a cardy and a pair of closed toe shoes - until of course the midday sun is beating down on you...
It's a word that springs to mind when you see the leaves change colour on the beautiful Plane trees lining Oxford Street past the Centennial Hotel.
With much debate around the dinner table last night over a few bottles of vino and absolutely no access to Google, it was decided that even if it isn't a word - it should be.
AUTUMNONIC.
However, since access has been restored, Google has said:
Your search - autumnonic - did not match any documents.
Suggestions:
Make sure all words are spelled correctly.
Try different keywords.
Try more general keywords.
Oh well. The trees are still beautiful at this time of year.
