Pretentious, maybe. Obnoxious, perhaps. But ever so posh. Spending the afternoon at the Polo just down the road from Lanseria airport in Johannesburg was the perfect day to spend the Sunday afternoon with friends and family.
A family friend of mine was playing. With his beautiful, strong horses under his bum and his family cheering him on he galloped away with a win under his arm. A bonus to the wonderful afternoon spent feeling too good about ourselves.
Refreshment anyone? I want her hat.
Someone said to me the other day, "I bet you're the kind of person who goes to watch the polo on the weekends". I stood back, shocked, bemused, "who me? No never that" and yet here I was a few weeks later lapping up the sun and sipping on champagne on ice (well sparkling wine, we are in South African after all). But I won't apologise, yes perhaps spending the afternoon watching men barge into each other with horses whilst missing the tiny ball as it skids along the floor under the blur of black and brown legs was rather pretentious of me but what a wonderful day it was.
Our family friend doing oh so fabulous
A real man wears pink.
And of course whenever there is an event to attend, there is a certain dress code you must oh fashionably live up to. The dressing up is half the fun. Not every day you get to slip on knee high boots, tan leggings, polo shirts and not look like you've arrived back from the stables. And of course don't forget your final accessory to finish off the look, your doting Jack Russell by your side running up and down the field.
Elbow pads oh I love them so. So preppy and just adds that extra somethin' somethin'
essie's Mod Squad nail varnish, ring from diva and brown and gold watch by Armani. Every detail counts.
Gold heart locket in a thin gold chain I got from my grandma when I was a little girl and pendant earrings from diva.
Skinny tan jeans from Country Road, sandals from Zoom, Blazer from Zara Italy and striped tank top from Cotton On
Think posh yet understated.Think british! The brits like their horses and oh-hoity-toity moments, any excuse to stick our noses in the air. Wear your barber-style jackets, knee high boots, even a pair of leather gloves would work divinely. One of my favourites is a hat! Hats are hard to wear often so take advantage of events like this one. Your excuse is that it is sunny, it keeps the flies at bay and well if the riders get to wear a fancy helmut I can wear my fancier hat.
Barber inspired sleeveless jacket and a collared shirt is always a winner. Worn beautifully by my mum.
Hats galore. Love. Sue above and my daddy below.
A little bit of Mulberry never hurts*
Puppy Love <3 Having the dogs run around our feet made the day that more more fun and family orientated.
All in all a stunning day at the Polo. Don't be frightened to step out of your ordinary day boxes now and again and do something so different. Find new ways to spend a weekend rather the same old same old. The Polo needs to be written onto your stylish bucket lists asap. Go with your friends, cold beers, champagne in a bucket of ice, a picnic basket and your fashionista wisdom.
Posh Love xoxo
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