Back To The Poncho

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.

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Nights At The Ballet

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.

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For my ninth birthday, I had a bowling party. Previous to this, I had only been to very traditional birthday parties at my friend’s houses, with games such as Pin The Tail On The Donkey, Pass The Parcel and Musical Chairs. I was the first person in my group of friends to do something different, and (in what should have been a clear warning to my mother about what was to follow later in life) I decided such an occasion warranted a new outfit.

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Summer Getaway

If there’s one word that can infuse a soul with happiness, it has to be “holiday”. I’m lucky that my Mum is a school teacher, so when I was a little girl and had school holidays, she was always able to spend them with us. There were trips to the library for story-telling, Junior Wildlife Bushranger Camps, pottery, card-making, cooking, movies, sleepovers and swimming- the list goes on.

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