Everyone loves a bit of vintage and a throwback when it comes to fashion, and everyone has their favourite era. Maybe you’re a 70’s darling and know how to rock flares, or you have a soft spot for drop-waist dresses a la 1920’s.
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.
I think I recently mentioned in a post that teenaged-me had a bit of a penchant for bright, colourful things with a South American vibe. I would see tasseled sandals, woven bags, shoulder-length earrings and chunky necklaces, and cart them all home only to let them sit in my wardrobe and gather dust. You see…
Hello everyone! I hope you are all enjoying your weekend. It’s a busy one for me- I have so much to organise and prepare for in the coming weeks, so I’m really cherishing my down-time.
I love traditions. We all have them- from the mundane to the downright ridiculous. I mean every family has a slight variation on the way they celebrate Christmas and when I was growing up we had a Sunday bacon-and-egg breakfast tradition. Though I think my favourite tradition so far is one that I started with…
Sometimes I go shopping and I can’t find a single thing I want in the whole centre. Other times I come out and all passers-by can see are my legs as they run towards my car beneath my heap of purchases.