I love any excuse to dress up, almost as much as I love to tick items off my bucket list. It just so happened that the two occurred simultaneously a few weeks ago when my friend James invited me to a Polo match.

I love any excuse to dress up, almost as much as I love to tick items off my bucket list. It just so happened that the two occurred simultaneously a few weeks ago when my friend James invited me to a Polo match.
I had previously mentioned how much of a big deal the Spring Racing Carnival is in Australia. What I hadn’t mentioned was that I had only been to the races once myself. I’ve always wanted to go back (let’s be honest it’s the dressing-up part that attracts me) but haven’t had the opportunity.
My sweet tooth knows no bounds. It’s been that way since I was a child, and shows no signs of waning. Anyone who knows me will testify that ice-cream is a dietary staple for me (as are butterscotch lollies, macarons, brownies, cupcakes, doughnuts, peanut MnM’s… I’m getting hungry just thinking about it) and I think…