When I was a teenager I worked at an ice-cream shop in
Elsternwick. Actually I worked there into my very early twenties. You can bet
that summertime was crazy time at an ice-cream shop. Often when I think of
summer, I think of this one Saturday in early summer when I worked the morning
shift which finished at around 1PM. Something you may not realise about an
ice-cream shop is that in summer it gets effing hot in there, the heat and
movement and exhaust of all the freezers. So this one Saturday was really busy,
serving scoops, writing on ice-cream cakes, stocking the freezers. By the end
of the shift I was really hot and sticky and after work I drove straight to
Brighton beach and went swimming in my underwear and probably a t-shirt and
then I went home. It was the first beach swim of that summer and I just
remember it feeling like truly the best thing, the only way, really, to welcome
summer. But that was a different time, without babies and with a beach only 5
minutes away.
We can’t all be so lucky all the time. Still, I guess goingto Europe for a couple of months is pretty good. The summeriest thing I’ll
probably get up to this week will be a trip to Fitzy pool. If I’m lucky.
K, you should definitely eat those icy poles on the hot
days. Maybe even a Slurpee. Also, I suggest wearing some ultimate summer
outfits during the week. The benefit of missing out on summer is that you can
wear your reallyt great summer kits all week and then not get a) tired of them
by the end of summer; or b) disappointed in yourself for not staying true to
your summer fashion vision when after 3 months of hot-ass heat all your
dressing is about just getting by and not dressing well.
By god, this could be a week of perfect summer outfits, and therefore a summer of perfect outfits. Mate, don't mess it up!
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