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.
You all know how passionate I am about colours, and when you see something like the outfit I’m wearing in today’s post, is it any wonder why? How could you possibly wear an outfit that looks like it was woven from sunshine and marigolds, and not be happy?
My parents used to say I had ants in my pants. I suppose I still do- constantly on the move, always a little bit restless, and stuffing my life full to the brim. It suits the life I’ve carved out for myself, but have the tendency to over-do it, and when I crash, I’m usually completely down for the count.
I really have a thing for lemon print on fabric. It’s cute, fresh and generally reminds me of photos I have seen of Italy. Lemons seem to go hand-in-hand with beautifully tiled walls and the postcard-perfect rainbow towns that run along the Amalfi Coast.
One of my favourite things in the whole world is high tea. I still remember the first time I went to one, and no matter how many times I go, I still get excited beforehand.
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.
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 parties and school excursions. My school, first ballet studio, primary-school-friend’s houses and best of all, my parents.