Tartan and Tea

Yesterday when having breakfast at some spiffy Flemington café with my best friend, a waiter brought over my Earl Grey tea. “Oh, you can keep the milk. I’m not an amateur,” I teased him. He looked confused by my joke but whisked it away anyway. This is a regular thing for me, even if I order without milk I get it. Luckily today, someone made that same mistake. For the first time since owning it, I finally figured out how to style this incredible tartan cape I nabbed from Beleza Vintage. My family were out at a local café and I went to join them. I’d not long had breakfast so I ordered a piece of cake and pot of Earl Grey. My nephew woke up...