After almost a year of stalking the Heyday Fleur dress online, it is finally mine! It has always felt like there’s something of a Fleur dress cult in the vintage blogosphere, and I am terribly pleased to have now been initiated.
The Fleur dress was a Christmas gift from Santa (read: Mother), who conveniently read my wishlist in December. Consequently, I wore it out on one of the extended family bonding trips we orchestrated over Christmas.
So of all places, my Fleur made it to “Perry’s Lemon Myrtle Farm”, which is buried somewhere in rural NSW. The owners of the little establishment had us all over for tea, after which we all binged on lemon myrtle products (oh, if you could have seen all the soap we bought).
We were allowed to wander the lemon myrtle forest too, which was most idyllic.
Dress: Heyday Fleur dress
Hair Flower: Sportsgirl
1950s Bag: Brisbane Antique Centre
In other news, I will be making another visit to America in February, so you can expect the return of cold weather gear in my outfit posts (well, maybe) – I may even take my Fleur. Las Vegas is no lemon myrtle farm, but it’ll do.