Maison Margiela black tshirt dress / STELLA McCARTNEY coat / Yves Saint Laurent black high top shoes / 3 1 Phillip Lim black shoulder bag / Marni necklace / Michael Kors stainless steel watch / Marni bracelets bangle / Smoke & Mirrors mirrored glasses
My favourite time of year is coming up.
It’s the last month of Winter and as the days start getting warmer, the need to layer fades. Soon the amazing feeling of throwing a coat on over a short t-shirt dress and kicks will be all you need to step outside into the great outdoors. Gone will be the days of trying fruitlessly to grab on to the ends of cardigan or sweater sleeves so that they don’t bunch up under your coat sleeves. Which by the way are way too tight to fit anything under comfortably anyway.
As a minimal dresser, layering items in Winter is just not my forte. I end up just being either way too cold, or way too hot. Also anyone who wears a lot of black will know the pain of putting on a entire black outfit, consisting of many layers, only to find that some of the blacks you’re wearing are blue/black, some are red/black and some are green/black…
The struggle is real.
Lately I’ve been spending almost every spare minute of the day and night where I’m not working, either on the couch or in bed with the blinds drawn in partial darkness. Although it sounds like it, I haven’t developed a chronic illness.
I’m just super busy working late and weekends which means that for the 10% of my week where I’m not working, my brain is also not working and I’m allowed to be a lazy, couch sitting, pizza wearing, pyjama eating slob. Wait did I say that right?
That means that unfortunately my time spent in and around the blogosphere has become a bit more erratic than it used to. Quality over quantity right? Or at least above average.
That’s what I’m telling myself anyway. Either that or you’d be getting outfit of the day posts of all the track pants I own…
And they’re not the fashion type.
Boho Peasant Top by Zen Garden / Isabel Marant Cowboy Boots
Who’s ever hitchhiked before? It seems like a terrifyingly stupid ting to do, getting in a car with a stranger who’s willing to pick up another stranger.
While the sensible grown up in me says, why on Earth would you even entertain the idea, the rest of my brain (the majority of it) romanticises it as the stuff carefree road trip, self discovery movies are made of. To be fair it also has all the makings of a pretty hairy horror movie.
It must be the boots, because as soon I put them on I want to hitchhike from Virgina to Texas, ride a mechanical bull, drink Whiskey and eat a lot of smokey Southern BBQ.
Or it’s not the boots and I actually just want to do all those things.
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Sydney Festival is well and truly over… Note to self, work on timing.
Luckily it’s never too late to look at photos of delicious, mouth watering food.
It was a balmy Thursday night when we ventured to Sydney Festival, set up in Hyde Park. Porteño and Messina were our main targets. We made a bee line for the stand and promptly ordered Chicken and Waffles, Philly Cheese Steak, Chilli Cheese Fries and a Salmon and Cream Cheese Bagel (for something light of course). From the Messina counter, we went with the Not Chicken and Waffles and a Not Cheeseburger.
The Chicken and Waffles were delicious and my favourite of the selection. Fried crunchy chicken, crispy bacon on top of a sugary, crusted Belgian waffle. The dessert was slightly underwhelming for all of the hype, but in saying that, deep fry some gelato on a waffle or slap some chocolate gelato on brioche bun and you can’t go too wrong.
Although Porteño and Messina set out to be the best in show, a left field quiet contender stood out as the shining, cheesy star. The Cheesesmith.
Tucked quietly in the back corner of the Hyde Park set up, was this gooey, mouthwatering, delicious, glowing beacon of cheesiness. Their fresh looking cheese plates were tempting, but my eyes were set on their cheese toasties; 3 cheeses with an optional 4th cheese. The definition of optional went out the window when I saw this “4th cheese”. The half wheel of Raclette sat toasting under its own personal grill, warming itself for the next order. Once it had developed a layer of bubbling, oozing mess it was removed from its home and the molten cheese was scraped on top of an unsuspecting 3 cheese toastie. I chose the Le Grand, which consisted of Spanish Manchego, Truffle Infused Cheddar and French Blue Cheese. Add a schmear of quince paste and this was the highlight of Sydney festival for me.
Because “That’s too much cheese” – Said no one ever.
So I’ve been working super long days at the moment, tiring, endless, stressful long days.
The only thing getting me through is that I actually get to do what I love on a daily basis, however close I get to complete mental breakdown.
Currently my life consists of BEEP BEEP BEEP, or some sort of horrible alarm noise, gym, work, sleep and repeat. Add in a meal or two here and there, a truck load of coffee, an astronomical work load and the typical crazy, atmosphere and personalities at any fashion label and I’ve officially got crazy eyes.
Coming soon – Sanity. I hope. And probably a relevant blog post of some kind.
Breathe in people, do you smell that? That’s the peak hour buses starting their regular timetable again, It’s the exhaust fumes from the cars that have been exploring coastal freeways instead of city bridges, and tunnels, it’s the cologne and perfume of people hustling and bustling their way back to work for the year. And it smells horrible.
Well while a lot of you have dusted off your suits, jeans, dresses… or whatever it is you wear to work, i’ve already been back for a week, and 2 days (yes I went back to work on the 2nd of January). What better way to throw myself into the year, than working like a pack horse, to get the first 3 months of SS15 designed and put into work before the whole of China closes for Chinese New Year.
Working long days, not getting home till very much past the latest of late dinner times has resulted in extremely low to null activity online and extremely high to unhealthy levels of late night carb intake, not to mention the predicted fall out from holiday feasting.
Fear not, there’s nothing a baggy playsuit can’t hide…
…queue segway into next blog post.
But first, here’s to a happy, healthy and productive 2015.