I’m very excited that the cooler months have finally arrived Downunder.
This means wearing coats, jumpers, scarves and hats; it means boots and umbrellas and sometimes wellies. It means that boys will be more well-dressed, and that I won’t look like a mess every time I go outside. I don’t do very well with heat – I was definitely made for colder climes.
At the moment I’m pining for a neutral, laid-back vibe for my winter wardrobe, but as with all instances in which I long for minimalism, I’ll probably get it wrong.
But, I’m loving Gorman’s Winter collection (as always), with’s it’s cosy knits, pretty dresses, surprising prints and bursts of colour. I’m also a huge fan of the menswear-for-women feeling that Vanishing Elephant have mastered in their Winter collection – it has seen me wearing my chinos/slacks more often, and searching for more pairs to add to the two I own. I’m also hunting for shirts and brogues…
I’d love to add a touch of forest green to my wardrobe (in the form of these Gorman heels perhaps), and am finding the challenge of finding winter-appropriate dresses to be a challenge.
Either way, I’m excited to get my wardrobe stocked up and in working order!
How are you planning to brave the winter months (if you’re in the Southern Hemisphere)?
Or if you’ve already successfully navigated through winter in the Northern Hemisphere – any tips?
Orange is a fruit. It is a colour. It is a town in NSW; a County in California; the name of a village in France, and many other towns in America. It’s the name of a bicycle-maker and a phone company; two types of software; an American punk rock band and a few songs.
But as Frank Sinatra so wisely said, it is also the happiest colour. Orange can’t be mean, depressing or evil. It can’t be spiteful or jealous – it’s just happy!
It’s the colour of Penguin Classics and French fashion house Hermès; barley sugars, orange cake and small ginger kittens.
I’m really obsessed with it at the moment – and I can’t quite work out why. Maybe I subconsciously feel that I need more happiness in my life?
If you’ve known me for any length of time, you’ll know about my aversion to physical activity.
If you thought I liked sport, then you must not know me very well.
I enjoy my regular visits to the gym – don’t get me wrong. I also occasionally sit down and enjoy watching an AFL match. I even used to play sport on Saturdays during Secondary School – but only because it was compulsory. This year, I really got into the Australian Open. Like, I reaaaally got into it. Didn’t actually go though.
I hate, however, watching cricket. I couldn’t think of anything more boring. I used to regularly wag PE at school. Only on incredibly rare occasions have I engaged in team sports willingly. Swimming at school was the bane of my teenage existence. I can barely hit a tennis ball to save my life, and if you asked me to play volleyball I’d laugh like a maniac.
Think I’m incredibly un-Australian? Whatever. There’s so much more to this country than sport.
I was very happy to read an article recently in The Age, from an author who shares my sentiments. Her hatred seems a little more marked than I (I do occasionally enjoy sport, she seems to never enjoy sport), yet I have to agree with her on most things.
In particular, how much money sports people are paid, and how ridiculous that is. And of course, how men get paid so much more than women for it. I mean, if our netballers are fighting for a pay rise from $10 000 to $25 000 (i.e. a pittance), and yet footballers are paid at least four times that… something is wrong.
But I digress.
When I was younger, I was a dancer. I started ballet at the age of 3 or 4. At my peak, I was doing about 4 or 5 various dancing classes a week. I was flexible, agile, and fairly coordinated.
Ask me to kick a football though, and it’ll go somewhere – though not where I was aiming. I can barely hit a tennis ball, hardly aim a soccer ball or a hockey puck. I’m not agressive in sport, nor am I particularly fast.
I have been an asthmatic my whole life, which never helped, and possess inexplicably stiff muscles. My muscles don’t just ‘move’ on command like everyone else’s seem to.
I also hate feeling incapable.
As a relatively intelligent and lucid human, anything that makes me feel less capable or intelligent drives me mad. I become spiteful when I can’t get the hang of a card game.
I hate feeling useless, and therefore avoid anything that makes me feel that way. Don’t get me wrong, I like to try new things, just not sports.
And so I spent my high school career avoiding PE lessons, or barely trying if I did attend.
“Why don’t you just try?” my classmates would ask.
Looking back, as an adult, I also realise that the way schools deal with girls and sports is completely wrong sometimes. I read another (more academically-based) article on girls and physical activity that appeared in The Conversation a short while ago. Now this is a whole other kettle of fish – one I’ll probably rant about in another blog post.
But despite my feelings, as outlined above, I really wish I was cool and cool wear this whole ‘sports chic’ look. Trainers, caps and baseball tees are everywhere. I want in on it for some reason – though it’s completely not me.
It’s probably half because you have to be model thin to look good in clothes like these… but also because as I’ve explained above, the whole ‘athletic’ and ‘carefree’ thing has just never been part of my life. And maybe that’s what you need to rock Nike runners or New Balance trainers with a dress; a Céline rugby top or a flat cap…
So yes, I will wear converse and a baseball cap. But no, I will not pick up a bat and hit a home run. Both because I don’t want to, and I can’t.
The other day, a friend texted me a picture of herself in red shoes + black and white stripes. Caption: “I feel like Dorothy. Or the witch!”
I immediately realised that I too was dressed in a very Oz-inspired outfit – a little bit munchkin and large amount technicolour.
No matter what they say, never give up on wearing colour!
A few weeks ago, I was lucky enough to attend the wedding of Matt & Bianca.
It was lovely! Two lovely people surrounded by even more lovely people; amazing food, gorgeous decorations and a fabulous band (I was in it, how did you guess?).
This is just part one: the church and incredible afternoon tea spread that followed the ceremony. #Yum
I was lucky enough to be treated to a lime-delicious and glittery clutch (courtesy of Mother) from Mimco.
I’m pretty obsessed with it – the combination of a mother of pearl-look finish in a chartreuse/green neon, plus silvery glitter is fantastic.
That’s all I have to say really… but it goes very nicely with my silver glitter shoes from Wittner…
Oh me, oh my. Miroslava Duma.
She was one of those rare fashionistas who probably began cropping up long before I noticed a pattern… I had most likely pinned her several times onto my ‘Style’ board before I realised I’d already seen her perfectly maintained brown bob, now ‘lob’, chameleon wardrobe and steely gaze before.
She really is a chameleon. She can rock haute couture one day, and ripped denim shorts the next. If I had all the money in the world, I’d like to buy her wardrobe from her…
Formerly editor of Harpers Bazaar (Russia), she’s now a freelance writer, and founder of both the style website Buro 24/7, and the charity Mira’s Planet. She also seems to be at every fashion show or event ever, so she must be the busiest person pretty much, well, ever….
I just read this great article on the New Yorker, by Sasha Weiss.
In a nutshell, she says that every day in New York is like fashion week. And I must say, it’s got me quite excited for my visit in May!
It also had me browsing The Sartorialist and other fave street-style blogs for the better part of my lunch time… so let me share some gems with you. This time, they’re all (or mostly) New York.
Find all of these images and more on my Pinterest.