There is nothing that sends me into tailspin faster than someone telling me to dress casually for a dinner in summer. I think the go-to for most people when the dress code is “casual” is jeans, but when it’s as balmy as it was a little earlier this year, that’s the last thing you feel like putting on.
Hello everyone! I hope you are all enjoying your weekend. I’ve been meaning to post this outfit for ages, but got side-tracked by other posts and it’s only just making it to the blog now.
I love playing with colour, but sometimes I just have those days where I think adding another colour to the palette won’t work. Looking for something on the opposite side of the spectrum clashes, and even something tonal draws attention away from the pieces you are trying to highlight.
I love traditions. We all have them- from the mundane to the downright ridiculous. I mean every family has a slight variation on the way they celebrate Christmas and when I was growing up we had a Sunday bacon-and-egg breakfast tradition. Though I think my favourite tradition so far is one that I started with my best friend on my 23rd birthday.
If you had told me even a year ago that I would own a black leather dress, I would have laughed and made a bet with you that pigs would fly past my window before you found one in my wardrobe. But the day has arrived. Have I succumbed to the latest trend? No, it’s just that my tastes have changed so drastically that I now consider black leather to be a fashion staple, and when I saw it, I just had to have it.
I had the most wonderful dinner the other night. Adeline and I had decided to eat out in celebration of a wonderful first week back at work, and in typical Heidi fashion, I’d gotten a little carried away when getting dressed and ended up going a bit past the “casual-dinner-with-your-practically-little-sister” mark.
I’ve been teaching ballet for nine years now. It’s in turns frustrating, painful, upsetting, wonderful and incredibly rewarding. I still remember the first time I had to take a class. My own teacher is basically the Yoda of ballet and the person I look up to most professionally, and I knew I had big shoes to fill. When I got to the front of the room and all those little 3-year-old faces were looking up at me with expectation, I felt absolutely petrified.