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  • October5th

    Tall Poppy Sydrome

    Posted in: Boring Conversations About The Weather, Food Glorious Food, Melbourne, Travel, Weekend Talk, What I Wore

     

    Motel for Topshop dress, Country Road belt, Steve Madden Trinitie pumps, Sportsgirl felt panama, Mulberry ‘Margaret’ bag. Shot somewhere off Anglesea, Victoria.

    I’ve finally returned from my sejour in Melbourne, after what in blogging terms has felt like a virtual æon. I’ve only missed two posts yet I’ve felt it nonetheless, internally jerking like an addict weaning off crack. Now back on the road to redemption, I thought I might seek forgiveness with the above photos, set in one of the most amazing places I’ve had the pleasure of breaking into snapping in.

    Given that we were greeted with the most horribly wet, windy and uncomfortable conditions for most of our stay, there was nothing more lovely than the surprise discovery of an endless canola field (open gates and all) to give us the well-deserved happy send off home. It’s okay Melbourne, I forgive you. The ridiculously good feeds (with Huxtable, Auction Rooms and Portello Rosso keeping me fat and happy), the crazy people (I watched in shock horror as a lady ordered a $25 steak for her pint-sized dog in Albert Park) and the way Melburnians seem to put the quality part back into quality of life.

    Come to think of it, I almost miss you.

  • September23rd

    Colours of the Wind

    Posted in: Food Glorious Food, Musing About Colour, Personal, Sweet Calories, Sydneysiding, Weekend Talk, What I Wore

    Luna pleated dress, Steve Madden ‘Trinitie’ heels, Chloe ‘Margaret’ hobo bag, Sportsgirl wool hat, Banana Republic bracelet.

    Today being Friday, I thought it most fitting to welcome the weekend with the most colourful dress in my wardrobe, as previously featured in Monday’s post. Normally, in fear of being misjudged for a walking gingerbread house, I steer clear of too much colour at any given point in time but something about the pleats and the mosaic of brights put a smile on my face. After a couple of moments with the 90′s pop child, it was a little too crazy for me to put it down so I took my wild rainbow dress home.

    Clothes have an amazing power of altering your mood. As vain as it sounds, you are what you wear and if you look good, you generally feel good too. Similarly, if you look like a cosmic kaleidoscope of colour, you’ll feel equally so fantastically groovy. So it was such a joy to wear it last weekend when Sydneysiders were treated to one of the loveliest, most pleasant sunny days since the arrival of spring. Admittedly, such glorious weather was disrupted by interludes of semi-tempestuous winds, to which the third shot will attest, but being very much a glass half full (read: vain) kind of gal, I always welcome natural velocity as the vehicle to a great shot.

    With the William Street Laneway Festival, a Korean catchup feast and lovely dinner party with friends on the cards, I’m eagerly anticipating an encore of great weather, happy company and even finer spirits. Have a colourful one, guys!

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  • August19th

    Cherry Ripe

    Posted in: Dramatic Lunacy, Food Glorious Food, GIVEAWAY, Weekend Talk, What I Wore

    Wayne Cooper silk tulip skirt, blouse from JJ markets, Wittner ‘Ciara’ patent heels, vintage bag, pearls from India.

    Whenever I sit down to write a Friday post, there’s something about the exercise that is so calm and soothing, therapeutic almost, that I seem to blank out and daydream off into the weekend’s potential happenings instead. Even when I manage to snap back and regain focus on the task on hand, I know it’s futile and that I will have no deep or meaningful musings to offer.

    My head is off in the clouds and I can’t shake it down to earth. As I sit here, I seem to have developed this curious compulsion to sway side to side and belt out a Spice Girls number (it required a lot of restraint not to do so).  Do you ever have one of those days where all you want to do is run off to the closest green meadow (or catch a lift there – for the urbanites amongst us, it’s a fair distance to run), skip around, maybe even pull a Julie Andrews, and spend the day doing nothing but make daisy garlands and where one is at your disposal, dance around a huge maypole? I know these silly allusions just went from British to Austrian to Swedish, with an over-evading Bollywood presence, but hopefully the feeling is universal enough to spare the (lack of) geographical reasoning from crucifixion.

    What’s interesting and perhaps a little sad is that what we have in stall for the weekend does not include any of the above. We have a lovely dinner planned with friends at Tony Bilson’s Numer One tonight, with the usual photo-centric open book weekend to follow. Our days off are usually spent in cafe’s, shops and the occasional hairdresser but seldom in vast expanses of green nothingness secluded enough to frolic in the sun and engage in the carefree activities that were the centres of our worlds all those years ago. I’m now quite determined to make an adventure out of raiding an unfortunate national park somewhere and ‘wowing’ the trees with my sprightly rendition of Doe, a deer, a female deer… ray, a drop of golden sun…

    On that sunny note, I’d like to wish everyone a supercalifragilisticexpialidocious weekend with lots of fun times, be they adolescent or adult and with or without rolling hills.

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    Also a huge congratulations is due to the beautiful Hannah from Patch of Tulips for winning the Victorian necklace giveaway I held a number of weeks ago. I can’t wait to see it on you!

  • August12th

    Rays of Optimism

    Posted in: Food Glorious Food, Personal, Sydneysiding, Weekend Talk, What I Wore

    Therese Rawsthorne tiered tank dress, Veronika Maine blazer, Tristan Blair booties, Chloe ‘Margaret’ hobo bag, Peter Lang gold cuff, onyx earrings from India, random sash. Shot at Watsons Bay.

    With the weekend fast approaching, unlike the brioche french toast with caramelised bananas and crispy bacon (see here) I gluttonously consumed for breakfast last week, I’m going to keep this post light and simple.

    One of my favourite weekend pastimes revolves around the laxed hour or two spent in a chilled cafe or pâtisserie in town, sipping on a mocha (yes purists, I know it’s not real coffee) in accompaniment to either a delectable piece of pastry or something savoury and big. The latter option always sounds like a fantastic idea at the time but come the last few bites, I’m always starting to wish I hadn’t been so ambitious.

    Finding ourselves in the habit of not making plans, our weekends normally just involve good food and quiet strolls, which may or may not include shopping (I am always a proponent for the former whilst the Boy, after being gobsmacked my recent acquisitions, is for the latter). All of this takes place with a camera in tow of course, which in the cooler months, leads to that scene we’ve all imagined in our heads before. Yes, me freezing, mid pose (or as I’ve come to term it, mid froze) to capture details of an outfit I’ve so impractically chosen for the day’s adventures. Life’s just no fun without goosebumps.

    Some of my Sydney readers were a little bit worried about the weather conditions surrounding the last shoot at Centennial Park which I featured here. All would be glad to know that it was actually taken on a mild Sunny day in happy conditions like those which you see above. Not that it would matter anyway which axis the thermometer was pointing, for I have a knack for ‘suffering for my art’, a euphemism for the thoughtless optimism that the sun will shine.

    Whatever preserves for your toast, friends for your gossip, disapproval for your purchases await you this weekend, I do hope that yours, like mine, will be a sunny and happy one.

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    Also, before I become an ungrateful blogger and rush off into the weekend, I just wanted to send a quick shout out to Dammy from The Unique 28 for interviewing me as part of her One Unique Blogger feature. I loved working on this with her and it’s really fun to see the finished product.

    Last week, my favourite Mexican blogger, Cess, from her eponymous blog also surprised me with an inclusion in her Lovelies of the Week feature. Having not seeing it coming, I was a little shocked to see my face on someone else’s blog but needless to say, I got use to it very quickly. Sometimes I flip back to it just for fun!

    Thanks for the love, ladies. It means a lot to me.

  • July23rd

    Purple Rain

    Posted in: Boring Conversations About The Weather, Food Glorious Food, Sweet Calories, Sydneysiding, What I Wore

    Alice McCall ‘Eyelash Viper’ pintuck silk dress, NF by Nicola Finetti coat, Tigerlily wool hat, Wittner ‘Luscious’ patent pumps, Sportsgirl leather belt and stockings, pearl necklace and bracelet from India, other pearl bracelets – handmade gifts, earrings from Chantal B, ring from JJ markets. Shot in Redfern Park.

    For those among you fortunate enough not to have lived in Sydney this past week, you would have happily avoided weather reminiscent of a scene from Noah’s Ark (or for our contemporaries, what happened in Evan Almighty besides appalling comedy). For what has felt like countless days (most likely only five – damn you, Gen Y attention span!), we’ve had a crippling bout of rain.

    I have pajama pants and other embarrassing articles hanging from curtain rails, door knobs and bathroom cabinet doors. Unsightly as they may be, such measures will have to suffice in a world sans clothes dryer and mutant powers à la Ororo Iqadi T’Challa, a.k.a. Storm from X-Men (I’ve been waiting to pull that one off for a while). It’s the type of rain that diagnoses suede shoes with terminal cancer, that makes you resort to the emergency underwear drawer, that just plain sucks. And for an optimist like myself, it’s absolutely the kind of weather that shouts ‘Piss Off’!, pun very much intended, at the slightest hope of a weekend outdoors, splendours in the grass, photo shoots and all.

    You know you’re taking fashion blogging seriously when spend an entire Saturday, as I just have, braving the ridiculous chill, fighting the fickle sun and failing to block the piercing wind, to gallivant around in a flimsy, albeit pretty purple dress, pretending not to feel any of the above.

    Fortunately for us (me and my poorly circulated Boy), we managed to split up the bleakness of the task with insufficiently long enough visits to indoor gastronomic refuges like Sushi Roll (for lunch) Patisse Bakery (for diabetic heaven). The photos hopefully speak for themselves but with all that in mind, and in tummy, I consider myself most deserving of snaps for the effort.

    Let’s just hope for the sake of my already laughable immune system, they’re not a cold ones.

    And just because food makes me feel warm and fuzzy, the publication of the following images is for the benefit of osmosis:

     

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