In my perfect life, I traipse around the garden in formalwear paired with a t-shirt, yes I do. Hey, if they can style shoots like these for Vogue and such, why can’t I? This is my fantasy in the foliage. Or as my favorite Aussie put it: goth gardening.
After all that physical labor, one needs a respite, non? Tea commences in the garden at 4pm. Followed by martinis at 6pm sharp.