Let me start this blog post by saying that we have ALL made mistakes. Some of them are catastrophic mistakes (like the time I decided to cut my own fringe in Singapore), and others are minor misdemeanours (like wearing matching overalls to the shopping centre with your best friend). Either way, when I look back over the years of my life in terms of fashion revolutions, there are some epic face-palm moments.
There a few things that I will just keep going back to: floral prints, delicate jewellery, bows, pink, and gingham.
Try as I may (and let’s be honest, I don’t try very hard at all), I find it impossible to stop reverting back to a certain style of clothing. It amazes me that I own anything that isn’t pink, floaty, floral or has a bow.
We are all guilty of looking through our wardrobes and thinking, “I have nothing to wear”. I’m trying to do that as little as possible this year (one of many resolutions) and am instead trying to find ways to recycle my favourites. It’s a hard thing to do when you are going through a bit of a style evolution.
So here we are, another year older (definitely), another year wiser (hopefully) and on the brink of a brand new chapter.
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.
I LOVE summer clothes. I know I have maybe mentioned that once (or a thousand) times before, but seriously, who can resist all these gorgeous pieces in sorbet shades that keep hitting shelves everywhere.