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#frocktober day 15: still celebrating Oktoberfest in my dirndl at Sydney’s best (only?) German-Australian Club. 🍻👗❤️

The reward for playing chauffeur – smoked brisket. (Rocket thinks it’s his reward too.)

I drove the Snook out to the Shire for his Homebrew Club’s annual Filling of the Barrels I’m enjoying the view while the blokes are busy… 🍻☀️

#frocktober day 14: VOTE YES. #yes23 (Dress is @made590 Edie in Geranium.) 👗❤️🇦🇺

#frocktober day 13: feeling like a proper hacker in my hacked self-made @seamwork Laurel. 😎 The fabric is printed all over with binary 1s and 0s. 👗❤️

#frocktober day 12: jetlagged and propping up the bar! We came in 3rd at pub trivia. I’m wearing my @made590 Immy dress in Lazy Daisy. 👗❤️

#frocktober day 11: after a week of work travels, it’s nice to be home! ❤️ This is a comfy knit wrap dress from Amazon Basics, just right for passing out for a jetlagged nap… 👗

#frocktober day 10. This is an old favourite, a self-made @seamwork Laurel in thrifted fabric. Did you know ovarian cancer ranks 5th in cancer deaths for women? Donate to the @ocrf to help find a cure. Link in bio… 👗❤️

Seventeen years ago, I was on a break from tech and working in the knitting shop, and I decided the time had come to get my Australian citizenship. When I told one of the older women in the shop, her eyes sparkled. “Thank you,” she said. “I really mean that. Thank you. I think it’s wonderful when people decide to join us.” I felt so welcomed and so proud, and, like, filled with the spirit of mateship and the ANZACs and all of it. I am, you are, we are Australian, right?

Eighteen months later, Kevin Rudd was about to issue the first national apology to Australia’s Aboriginal peoples for the Stolen Generations. I found myself speaking to that same woman, and happily remarking what a momentous and long overdue day it was. “Don’t even get me started on THEM,” she spat, to my utter shock. She launched into racist invective about the many crimes of Aboriginal people, as she saw it. “You don’t really believe that,” I said, trying to rescue the situation and my opinion of her. The scornful look she gave me… I remember being utterly floored by it. It was clear then that while she was happy to grant me – a white, affluent Westerner who had been in the country for just over 6 years at that point – the status of Australian, other people who had been here a whole hell of a lot longer had not earned it. Our friendship ended that day.

So I’ll be voting YES in the referendum this Saturday. Because I want to live in a country that recognises 65,000 years of Indigenous culture in our constitution. Because enshrining the Voice will make me proud to be an Australian.

And yeah, sticking it to a racist asshole will feel pretty good too. #yes23

#frocktober day 9 – after an overnight flight from Pune, I’m back in the AWS office in Singapore! It’s hot and stormy here, so I’m in a floaty double-gauze sundress. Thanks to everyone who has donated to the @ocrf so far, and to @cathycrimson for taking the photo! 👗❤️