Sigh. In Melbourne, the end of the footy season signals the beginning of the horse racing season, which has very little to do with horses and a lot to do with 'fashions on the field'. Now, I can appreciate that some people really love having an occasion to dress up for - don't we all - but the sight of so many goose-pimpled women braving a not-very-warm Saturday with nothing more but a thick layer of fake tan to keep their bare arms and legs warm makes me shiver. And not in a good way.
Of course, there are a lot of young men who enjoy all this dressing to the nines, too. Luckily for them suits come with jackets and long trousers, so at least they're warm. Unluckily, said suits are too often paired with a lavender shirt/tie combo and white leather slip-on shoes with turny-up toes. Shudder.
Of course, at the end of a long day at the races looks no longer matter, as the barely dressed fillies slip out of their stilettoes and into their Havianas for the long walk to the pub, coccooned in the suit jacket of a guy who's just relieved himself in the members' carpark, and we remember that the racing carnival is a rite of spring after all.