It was Lola the Cavoodle's third birthday yesterday. What could be a better way for a dog to celebrate than to hit the beach with their doggy friends and run their damp, sandy legs off? We even found some abandoned tennis balls on the beach (just like a birthday present from God) and a stick. The stick was more exciting for my husband than the dogs. We managed a few games of cricket before the dogs stole the balls.
What I wore: Nude feather sleeved Cooper St t-shirt. This was good for me to blend in with the seagulls. Bright red pants from Why Not (gift from Aunt), ancient denim vest with an orange Witchery scarf, necklace (another gift from Aunt), old nude and khaki sandals and a stolen red hat.