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.
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.
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.
There is nothing that sends me into tailspin faster than someone telling me to dress casually for a dinner in summer. I think the go-to for most people when the dress code is “casual” is jeans, but when it’s as balmy as it was a little earlier this year, that’s the last thing you feel like putting on.
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.
I’ve always appreciated frills, ruffles and layers, so when I caught wind of this skirt, I felt like I needed to put it on and start a conga line around the shop.
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.