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Un. Cotton Dresses, not enough Tasting Rooms even with their outdoor facilities have those lovely fine sprays of mist in the midsummer heat. This is a no perfume affair!Looking flustered is not an option.
Deux. Big sunglasses for beedy eyeing, and to conceal my napping on the drive home.
Trois. Sunhats, yes long hours of leisurely picnics on Wine Estate lawns can be a little harsh on the complexion.
Quatre. Super sexy Gypsy Bangles so you can hear me clanging around your Tasting Rooms.
Cinq. Note book, everything by hand... scribbled and doodled before it makes it's way here. All about how wine tastes like faeries and other such nonsensical metaphors.
Six. A scarf to double up as my picnic blanky.
Sept. Canon Camera - snap happy vibes and moment-captures.
Huit. My own long stemmed tasting glass, A Baguette because crackers are very passe and no way to nab a righteous taste of Olive Oils and other such lovely delights, all stashed into my Mr Price Picnic basket.
Neuf. Astro - My adventure companion Jack Russell who most recently ran amock at the Warwick Tasting Room and Cellar to then fall asleep on an old ladie's shoe whilst she was enjoying her Lamb Shank.
Dix. An Essie Pedi - Usually barefoot, at least I should pretty my paws with something pink and glossy.
