Can anyone actually believe that Christmas is in FOUR DAYS?
When you’re a kid, you literally want everything for Christmas. All the things, ever created, everything, just give it to me.
As you get slightly older, you learn the valuable lesson about quality VS quantity, but yet you still want ALL OF THE THINGS.
Finally you get to the point in your life where you actually learn the value of money and you realise that most of the time presents are a massive waste of money, unless there’s something you genuinely want or need.
We become sensible grown up humans, asking for things like exercise gear to pre-empt the usual New Years resolutions, bath towels, sheet sets or Soda Streams. Gifts become less of a treat ad more of a necessity. Less of an “I want” and more of an “I need”. What happened to that little girl who asked Santa for a real live unicorn? Well screw it. This year I’m asking for a unicorn. A really big one. The best one money can buy.
… Either that or i’ll settle for anything Helmut Lang.
Although we’re not quite into Summer yet, last Friday definitely marked the turning point for me. It was a day that separated the strong from the weak, the men from the boys and the functional A/C units from the non-functional.
Sure enough as temps reached 34 degrees in Sydney City at 10am, our A/C at work decided it had had enough and took off to the beach, or to someone else’s office with a working system. Needless to say, the hair went up, the shoes came off, the whining and whinging commenced and I watched a group of relatively mature individuals turn into sweaty, grumpy hot messes. Literally.
If news reports are correct, Sunday is also set to break AC units state wide as we prepare for a 40 degree day, in other words, the hottest November day on record for the last 5 years.
Ideal scenario for a 40 degree day? Wearing nothing, while sitting in a cool 17 degree temperature controlled room.
Second place goes to a bathing suit, an ice cold Corona and a gentle sea breeze.
Yeap, after a gloriously sunny warm weekend I developed more than just a slight tan. I woke up with the most horribly congested head ever known to mankind and while I would have loved being at home on the couch, I was instead at work, sniffling, coughing, getting cold chills and in general being patient zero.
Sick day attire if I was at home? My biggest jumper, my IPhone, a blanket and not much else but a whiny, disgruntled look on my face.
Nothing new really.
Until then, tomorrow marks phase one of trans seasonal dressing.
Without really knowing if the days are going to hot, cold or lukewarm, my clothing options are without a doubt going to become slightly confused over the next few weeks. I’m talking beanies with t-shirts and coats with sandals confused. This phase is mostly spent feeling too cold to take layers off, but too warm to have any extra on.
The timing of phase two really varies depending when we have that first really unseasonably warm day. The day that causes girls everywhere to think “I could be wearing shorts today.” What happens next? A false sense of security that fools you into pulling out their denim cut offs only to spend a few extremely uncomfortable days being unnecessarily cold.
The third and final phase? That glorious day when you pull on your bikini for the first time in 9 months, dip your toes into the crystal clear ocean, only to go running and screaming away from the freezing cold torture that is the ocean in spring.
By then, the sweaty, humidity of Summer will be welcomed with open arms.
Why? Because as a threesome, they go together like Mac, cheese and more cheese and separately, they’re independent enough to make a statement while also managing to be the monochromatic glue that can bring together a variety of outfits.
Monochrome outfits are a no brainer and require exactly the amount of cognitive function that I’m willing to give on a Monday morning.
Ebony and Ivory, sit together in perfect harmony.
Topshop sleeveless shirt / Theory open front blazer / Camilla and Marc leather pants / Giuseppe Zanotti black sandals / Michael kors jewelry / Yves Saint Laurent bracelet / Maison Martin Margiela silver necklace / Blue Nile infinity jewelry / Thierry Lasry round sunglasses / Tom ford lipstick
I’m not entirely sure what flicks the switch from relatively healthy eating to the eating habits of a teenage boy going through puberty, but it happens every Friday at around 5pm. Surely enough post dinner time I have eaten something either deep fried, cream laiden, smothered in all types of cheese imaginable, a type of fatty meat and/or as many carbs as I can think of. Trust me come Friday evening, I have consumed either 1, or sometimes all of the above. Top it off with a healthy helping of Ben & Jerrys, Fro-Yo or if I’m feeling fancy a Messina creation and there’s my Friday, Saturday and Sunday night literally on a giant plate.
Coming from someone who is what you could say, somewhat lactose challenged, it does not make for a great couple of days.
Suffice to say, come Monday, I want to run a hundred miles, bench press a hundred kilos, attend a pump class and finish off with a Yoga routine. And so comes today’s outfit inspo, because nothing makes you want to sweat it out like some shiny new gym gear and Nike’s trademark quote.
Just Do it.
*Opens a pack of peanut butter Oreos*
As someone who would live in track pants and hoodies all day if I could, the ‘sports chic’ trend has been a god send.
No longer is my old grey sweat shirt banished to be couch potato, gym or sick day attire. Throw on a pair of heels, som jewellery and old grey is free to proudly roam the streets, bars, pubs and work places.
Breathe in the fresh air old grey, the world is your fleecy oyster.
Alexander Wang long sleeve shirt / French Connection mini skirt / Yves Saint Laurent black sandals / Michael kors bracelet / Jacquie Aiche gold jewelry / Lana gold bracelet / Helene Berman beanie hat / Ray-Ban sunglasses / Butter London nail polish