If you’ve been following my blog for a while, you’ll know I often get on my soapbox and rant about the lack of colour in winter fashion.
I don’t get the opportunity to go home very often, and this year one of my resolutions was to make it happen as frequently as I could manage. Home is a small country town in Far North Queensland. It doesn’t boast anything particularly unique or spectacular, but it’s the place of my childhood sleepovers, birthday…
I’m a bit of a sucker for a pussy-bow blouse. In a lot of instances they can start looking a bit fussy, but when the blouse in question comes in the sweetest shade of dusky pink silk, who cares?
Colour, Colour, colour. If you’ve ready any of my previous posts, you’ll know that there’s nothing I love quite as much as beautiful colours.
Hello everyone! I am writing this post from my parent’s couch in Far North Queensland, where I have taken up residence and intend to reside (with zero-minimal activity) for the next six days.
Does anyone else ever get completely fed up with how heavy winter coats can be? And have you ever found it super awkward to eat or do things with your hands because the cuffs get in the way? Maybe I’m the only one, but sometimes I feel almost suffocated by my layers and I crave…
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.