One of my favourite thing about fashion is playing with colours. I can always visualise what I want an outfit to look like in my mind’s eye, and there is nothing more gratifying than when it looks exactly how I thought it would.
It’s as though the universe is working on a timer. The 1st of December rolls around, and suddenly it’s High Summer. It’s as though a switch is thrown, and people shift their attitudes and their lifestyles. The swimmers come out, it becomes socially acceptable to subsist off acai bowls, ice cream and smoothies, and everyone…
Can you remember the last time someone bought you flowers and how it made you feel? I bet a lot of women can remember the first time they ever received them. For me, there is nothing that says love, appreciation, congratulations, romance, condolences or thoughtfulness like flowers.
You all know how passionate I am about colours, and when you see something like the outfit I’m wearing in today’s post, is it any wonder why? How could you possibly wear an outfit that looks like it was woven from sunshine and marigolds, and not be happy?
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 look back at my days as a full-time dance student with affection and nostalgia. Being in the studio was physically gruelling, and at times emotionally shattering, but the hard times were off-set by the amazing people I shared my journey with, and some of the interesting memories we made along the way.
Some of my favourite memories from when I was younger are from weeks spent in Melbourne. I was a part of the Australian Ballet School’s Interstate Junior Program, and my Dad would take me down for weeks at a time.