sam you is

My eyes are about dropping out of my head with tired, and I have a relatively large backlog of sweetpeas in stackhats which I have not yet uploaded, but I had to get this up….

Because I ran into Sam this morning on my way to work and she was:

a. Wearing a heart breaker helmet. From K-freaking-Mart no less.

b. Riding this totally spunky blue bike (note the polka seat detail) with a surprisingly well-accessorised milk crate. Normally I hate bike crates. But I am trying to hold in this prejudice. Because in principle I don’t know why storage/carriage should annoy me so much. This, however, is a matching milk crate. Holding a great leather briefcase. Two points.

c. Practically already dressed for the tweed run (which I have on good authority will be occuring at the end of the BFF) including pussy-bow blouse (yah, a “blouse”) and little red shoes.
This totally made my day.

By Eleanor Jackson

Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.

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