Over the last 40 days I have been wearing Mumus around the home, in the suburbs and the inner city, on trams and on bicycles, to rehearsals and gigs, to pubs and clubs, to banks and even to the doctor’s surgery for a papsmear! And pretty much everywhere I go, I have experienced a sense of juxtaposition. Like being a piece of tropical island sky jammed into a concrete jungle jigsaw puzzle. But when I arrived at the Woodford Folk festival, set in a natural valley in sunny South East Queensland, it was like the Mumu had finally found its home amongst a sea of hippies, bongos, green hills and gum trees.
My large and light cotton Mumus were perfect for the hot sticky weather and not only that but they looked fabulous. It didn’t take long for others to join the Mu- movement along the way, which reached a climax on New Years Eve. There was a tribe of us, all Mumu clad, dancing under the stars to the Maloya rhythms of ‘Simangavole’. They are these four Island Divas from Reunion Island. And guess what they were wearing? You guessed it!
Thanks to one and all who joined in the Mu- movement. Mu- me, Mu- mu, Mu- you!






















