Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet,
performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal
about town, feminist, freewheeler, and
friend. One day, she is going to be an
ideas curator. Which basically
means, she will tell you
exactly what she thinks.
Until then, you’ll have
to read between
the lines.
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.
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