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.
I think of myself as blessed to have so many great friends. I don’t have a huge group who all hang out together. Instead, I’ve been fortunate enough to pick up some priceless gems here and there along the journey of life.
I saw this little yellow top, sitting in Zara like a pretty daffodil, and I instantly wanted it. The problem was, it’s cropped length, and very full, which presents a bit of a problem for me.
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.
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.
You know the feeling when you see something in a shop, or online, and you just know it HAS to be yours? I get that feeling an awful lot, so I try really hard not to be an impulsive buyer and to give things a day or so to mull over. When I saw this dress in my Instagram newsfeed, it occupied my every spare thought for three days, a clear sign that it was meant to be.
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.
