
The simple truth is... not very much any more, actually. The age of 21 was once upon a time considered the age of adulthood, and the age that one "received the key to the door".
I say "once upon a time" because those concepts have gone in Australia, and even before my lifetime... When a kid hits 18 they are an adult in Australia. At the age of 18, Aussies can vote, drink, smoke, get married without parental consent (allowed at the age of 16 with parental consent) and are considered to have achieved legal responsibility independent from their parents.

Re today's ensemble; I know I look terribly unstylish, but for explanations please see previous Me-Made June Sundays and attached musings on not caring about looking tres fly on those days... I almost threw out these jeans after I saw how awful they looked the last time I donned them. But then I wondered whether they could still function as a leggings-substitute for casual winter-y days... well, the colour! I do so love this light neutral stone colour (petering out lamely) So at the last moment they were saved from the Salvoes bag. But I can see this outfit is somewhat... strange.
Hmmm, thinks; have definite problems tossing old and unflattering stuff out... the explanation for my too-large wardrobe becomes all too apparent.
Details:
Cardigan; self drafted and part of a twin set, leopard print slightly fluffy jersey, details here, and to see this twinset styled in 6 different ways go here
Jeans; Burda 7863 with modifications, details here
Socks; not seen but hand-knit by me, details here
Shoes; Country Road
below: we found this salutation on the beach today
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