One of the best feelings when it comes to fashion is discovering a new combination of old favourites that you didn’t realise could go together. I often find that by about the third time I wear an outfit, I’ve got the accessories down-pat and I’m wearing my favourite version.
I’ve never been a big advocate of Valentine’s Day for two reasons: 1. My birthday is the day before and 2. I’m always single. Being single leaves a decent amount of time for self-reflection, and so in the last few years I’ve come to realise that Valentine’s Day doesn’t necessarily have to be about you and your significant other, it can be a celebration of love in any form it can take.
When I was little, I had a whole series of fairy books by Shirley Barber. She was the author and illustrator, and her illustrations were really something. Her fae were always lithe limbed, with gossamer dresses, spectacular wings, and an abundance of flowers woven through their hair.
I really have a thing for lemon print on fabric. It’s cute, fresh and generally reminds me of photos I have seen of Italy. Lemons seem to go hand-in-hand with beautifully tiled walls and the postcard-perfect rainbow towns that run along the Amalfi Coast.
There’s a lot to like about summer: the beach, ice cream, longer days, acai bowls, watermelon and summer dresses.
One of my favourite things in the whole world is high tea. I still remember the first time I went to one, and no matter how many times I go, I still get excited beforehand.
I think I recently mentioned in a post that teenaged-me had a bit of a penchant for bright, colourful things with a South American vibe. I would see tasseled sandals, woven bags, shoulder-length earrings and chunky necklaces, and cart them all home only to let them sit in my wardrobe and gather dust. You see my style basically resembled an Iced Vovo (for those of you who don’t live in Australia, this is a sweet biscuit topped with pink marshmallow and coconut with a little strip of jam) and I literally had nothing to wear these random pieces with.
Ok- it’s official. I am totally done with Summer. If all days were going to be warm, with clear blue skies and gentle breezes, I’d be fine.
I am, and have always been, a bit of a bowerbird. I love shiny, pretty things (my earrings collection is testament to this) and this poses a bit of problem for my wardrobe. I just keep falling in love with, and buying clothes that are much more suited to eveningwear than the practical day-to-day stuff.
I just love dressing up for a night out, particularly if you have the time to do it properly. There is no better feeling than having an outfit that you have bought especially for an occasion, and finally putting it on, going through your own unique ritual to get ready while the anticipation builds in the pit of your stomach, and then stepping out feeling like a million dollars.