(Dress: The Scarlet Room. Cardigan: Sussans - borrowed from mum. Socks: Topshop. Shoes: Steve Madden. Belt: Random)
Mahaila will know why the photo of the guy with the undercut is so special. About a year ago Mahaila, Robert and I went to the Swan Valley and did some wine tasting. This guy was a wonderful host. After teasing mahaila and I for our infamous "cackle" laugh (<------- its hereditary), and watching us get more and more drunk from his generous tasting portions, he cracked open a bottle of White Monster - a $60 bottle of wine that wasn't due to be released for another year. It was delicious. A bouquet of rose hip and mixed citrus zest (apparently).
Yesterday Robert and I went to the same winery and were fed generous portions of wine by the same guy. He poured us a glass of the White Monster, and we were two happy little vegemites. We bought some wine, trespassed onto someone's vineyard (<-------Ssshhhhhhhh) and found a little spot in the long grass where we drank our wine and ate our cheese.