I should really be padding out my winter wardrobe at this time of year. In a few weeks I’ll be in Sydney (which is significantly colder than where I live), and I’ll be needing scarves, boots and knitwear.
There a few things that I will just keep going back to: floral prints, delicate jewellery, bows, pink, and gingham.
I’ve mentioned a few times how partial I am to chambray, particularly in summer. What I probably haven’t mentioned is my tendency to collect really eclectic pieces and then find I have no idea how to wear them, or what to wear them with.
Well summer has certainly hit Australia with a vengeance! It’s normally my favourite season, but I’ll be the first to raise my hand and admit that I have been suffering through the past two weeks. If I had a dollar for every time I’ve wished for ice cream or a swimming pool, I’d never have to work another day in my life.
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.
I’m always up for something new and different. It’s easy to get complacent in your day-to-day routine, to keep doing the things you always do and limiting your experiences to what is easy and convenient. A few weekends ago Chelsey and I attended an event that was so different from my average Saturday night, and I’m still reminiscing about it.
I can practically feel summer in the air. Apart from the obvious increase in heat, days are getting longer, the water is getting warmer, it’s becoming socially acceptable (or more so) to consume as much ice-cream as I do, mangoes will soon be in season, and holidays are just around the corner. It also heralds the return of my favourite sorts of clothes.