I love any excuse to dress up, almost as much as I love to tick items off my bucket list. It just so happened that the two occurred simultaneously a few weeks ago when my friend James invited me to a Polo match.
We are so lucky in this part of Australia that winter isn’t too intense. Those of you who live in Northern Hemisphere deserve an award for getting yourselves out of bed in the morning in the colder months!
I used to be a colour-block gal, and my sole criteria for buying a piece of clothing was how attractive a shade it was. As I get older and my style evolves, I’m finding myself pulled towards patterns. They make my wardrobe so much more interesting, fun to play with, and they make me try…
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…