Find Your Greatness.

With the last weekend of winter looming, I thought we were just about due for another fitness/food ‘diary’.

On this occasion, instead of listing the kilometres I’ve run or the food I’ve eaten, I thought I’d talk a little bit about the lessons I’ve learnt in the eight months since I’ve endeavoured to adopt a happier and healthier (active) lifestyle. Most of it though is a mild version of the internal conversations I have with myself on days when I really, really need them.

On morning workouts

Do this every day for a week and you might be surprised at how un-impossible it becomes, even during winter. What do I find impossible? Getting up a mere once or twice a week for a 6am workout – trust me, it never happens. The idea here is to put your brain and your body into ‘training’ even before you get to the gym. So go every day – you will get used to it and you’ll wonder why you didn’t start sooner.

My trainer has switched to afternoon classes now so I’ve followed suit but I much prefer early morning workouts, to be honest. It’s always nice to start my day right.

On finding a trainer you can’t live without

If you’re lucky enough to find someone who wants you to be the best version you can be, hang onto him/her and do not let go. Kind of like finding your dream hairdresser.

I have a couple of trainers whom take my classes and one of them is the biggest foul-mouthed, sexist and politically incorrect person I have ever met. But I wouldn’t be any where near as physically or mentally fit as I am today, without him.

He knows when I’m slacking off. And he’ll call me out for it (in front of the whole class, in fact). He knows when I can dig deeper, even though I have zero faith in myself. He knows when I’m trying hard enough and he’ll tell me so, too. And most importantly, he remembered my name from the very first time I met him.

I hate the torture chamber that he’s built for our class, but you know what? I wouldn’t have it any other way.

On getting to know people

The thing about getting to know people at the gym or in your class is that you come to realise that they are such a happy, positive bunch of people. Whether it’s the endorphins or the fact that they obviously are driven enough to lead a healthier lifestyle; I know that the time I spent at the gym (and it’s a lot) would be pretty dull without a few of these friendly faces.

I’ve met so many wonderfully, varied people in my class whom I only see during class but yet have developed a genuine rapport with. It can take me a little while to coerce me out of my shell but it’s so great how that sense of camaraderie and friendship can boost your morale, motivation levels and self-esteem. 

On putting the effort in and feeling like you’re going to die

If I wanted to slack off, I would much prefer to lie on the couch, eat Cronuts and watch back to back episodes of Breaking Bad. If I wanted to slack off, I would most certainly not turn up to the gym and attempt some pitiful, half-arsed burpees. It’s disrespectful to your trainer and, most of all, it’s disrespectful to yourself.

I don’t turn up to class unless I’m prepared to work my arse off. 

And by that, I mean, making sure I’m running with my knees above the hips, doing star jumps properly, not cheating with my burpees, lifting weights as heavy as the boys do. And just generally feeling like I’ve just taken a hot shower in my own sweat.

Sure it’s uncomfortable but I’m not doing it right if I was feeling ‘comfortable’.

On not being the fittest person in your class

No one wants to the smartest person in their class. Who’s going to be there to challenge you? Make you work harder? Push you to your extremes? Inspire you to do better?

If you can help it, try to find a gym filled with people who are genuinely there to fight flab forever, and not fighting flab fast (because it’s those kinds of people who you won’t be seeing after 3 months).

Surrounding yourself with half-motivated, half-fit people will only make you want to work half as hard.

On making time, not having time

If you’re a working mum with three kids hanging off of you, this probably won’t apply. For the rest of us: as with many other things in life; exercise is about making the time. Not having time is no excuse.

It’s about organising yourself, prioritising your to do list and keeping yourself accountable. It’s about appreciating every minute of your every day and eliminating procrastination from your life. You’ll not only be amazed at how much time you really do have but also with the mental rewards you’ll reap from this, from the minimal effort you’re putting in.

I have my ‘off’ days for sure (I’m sure you wouldn’t believe me even if I told you every day was this productive) but when the stars do align and I find myself making careful and considered use of time, I wonder why I don’t do it more often.

On making excuses

It’s raining. It’s cold. There’s storms outside. You’ve sprained your wrist. It’s a pain to find parking at the gym. You’re feeling blue.

Cut the crap.

You’re making excuses because it’s not important to you. It’s not a priority in your life.

Which is completely okay (especially if you’re sick or sore), but please don’t expect sympathy when you’ve emerged from hibernation at the end of winter feeling flabby and sorry for yourself. Personally, I don’t understand those who think it’s impossible to exercise simply because it’s cold outside or raining. I get that it’s not exactly motivating weather but… really? Unless you’re exercising outside, you have no excuse. I learnt pretty quickly that working out when it’s cold is the perfect way to stay warm that doesn’t leave you with a mounting energy bill at the end of the month.

One of the regulars in my boxing class was on her way to the gym for our 6am class one day when her car broke down. She turned up to class – on time – wheeling her pushbike in. It was pitch black outside and almost zero degrees celsius and she has a hugely demanding job, yet she still put in the effort to turn up.

I’m almost certain the word ‘excuses’ doesn’t exist in her vocabulary.

Having gritted my teeth and worked out through a bad case of shin splints and a sprained wrist (thankfully not at the same time) I’ve realised that making excuses makes me feel much worse than actually going to the gym itself.

On laziness

I have a small trick that I do that ensures laziness doesn’t get the better of me after a long day at work.

I come home from work just before 4pm which means I have an hour and a half before my boxing class.

There are various productive and non-productive things I can do in this time: prepare dinner (so I don’t have to after the gym), go shopping, or head straight to the couch, pull a snuggly throw over me, and have a ‘little’ nap.

I choose to do anything but literally sit down – seriously. I don’t give myself a chance to relax between finishing up at the office and going to the gym. I do anything – cook, clean, go to the post office, take out the rubbish, whatever – so long as it doesn’t involve a couch and a cup of tea.

Works every single time.

Home is where the heart is.

Country Road sweater, Hello Parry shorts, ASOS striped coat, Valentino heels, Celine navy Trio pochette.

Perth’s no Paris but there are some parts of my city at certain times of the afternoon that remind me that there’s really no place like home.

We may lament the lack of winter and curse the brutal summers but the most isolated capital city in the world can be so much more if we let it be. And that’s generally how my husband and I spend the weekends together; discovering new places and finding beauty and appreciation in the simplest things. Like the pastel colours the burnt orange sun paints on the side of an abandoned warehouse as it makes its way to the horizon. Or the way blooming plum blossom trees and brown autumn leaves make themselves home in our favourite streets.

Although it’s a far-flung dream of ours to live some place else for a little while, we will always, involuntarily, come back to this: home.

Going round in circles.

My friend Sandy, founder & owner of her gorgeous online boutique Helloparry, generously sent a little care package my way last week.

These Marie Circle Lace Hollow Out shorts arrived just in time for the sun-drenched weekend and are such a perfect fit! (I’m wearing the size S). I’m so tempted to order the matching top to fulfil my sartorial fantasies of an all-white spring wardrobe.

More photos and full outfit post up soon!

Thank you Sandy x

And all I loved, I loved alone.

I can’t remember when I stopped being the kind of friend I had always hoped I’d be.

When I was six, I made my first best friend. Her name was Xi, I think, and she was a girl of very little words, just like me. We shared some common ground, like wearing mismatched socks and tracing hopscotch on the pavement with chalk. So naturally, we became inseparable. But she moved away a year later and that would be the last time I’d ever see her.

Over the following years, I made new friends and we shared happy moments together that all little adults are familiar with. Eventually, though, they’d walk out of my life too – never to see or hear from them ever again. I learnt from a very young age that people always leave. And that was the end of that. I was like the 1992 version of Peyton Sawyer, if you will.

I was shy, but I was fiercely loyal once I became your best friend. It was always hard for me to make friends and often I’d be the one sitting on my own at lunchtime, looking out into the courtyard to see everyone else playing foursquare with each other. And from that point on, I made it my mission to be the best friend anyone could ever have, on the condition that someone – anyone – would give me half a chance.

That was 20 years ago, and the scars I bear are still here.

There came a point in my life this year when I realised how many of my friendships weren’t really friendships at all. The people you could call up at 3am and know they wouldn’t mind. The people you’ve known since you were six. The people you could go months without talking to but could easily pick up where you both left off, when you finally do.

I cried to my husband the day after my 29th birthday because that was precisely the moment I realised that I could probably count those people in my life on one hand.

I had never felt so lonely in my life, except for maybe when I used to sit in the elephant-grey armchair when I was 25. It shattered me that whilst some things are still the same, other things have changed. People still leave. Betrayal marked my mid-20s. I was let down by one of the most important people in my life on one of the most important days of my life. Honest, loyalty, forgiveness; all those promises I made to myself sitting on that bench during lunchtime when I was nine, now just seem like a moment of make-believe that most little adults are familiar with. For too long, we hung onto nothing, desperately convincing ourselves that it was something.

My idea of friendship has become an awkward silence in parts. I will never be the same person again. I’m no longer the person I once was.  I am riddled with insouciance. And I am no longer the kind of friend you’d want me to be.

So forgive me, or don’t, for walking out on this one, never to see or hear from you again.


Lover ‘Frances’ short coat & ‘Malibu’ leopard print linen shorts, Saba striped shirt, Celine purse & Zara loafers.

Just a couple more from the weekend, when the winter sun was out in all its glory and I was actually sweating in shorts.

It always amazes me how fast the weekend flies, particularly from doing a whole lot of nothing. Most notably over the past few days though, I found out I’m going to be an aunty again (!), we spent Saturday night in with my family and takeout from our new favourite Indian local (Bollywood Spices in North Perth, FYI) and after years of shopcrastination, I finally caved into a pair of Isabel Marant Dickers, just in time for my trip!

Happy days.

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Ode to the Classics #5.


It’s the last post in my series of Classics so I thought I’d move away from fashion for a moment and talk about my favourite, timeless beauty products.

As an aside, I must admit my beauty posts are a rarity in itself, as I prefer to leave it up to bonafide babes like Eleanor and Carmen and admire from afar.

Nevertheless, I thought some of you might be interested in uncovering another side to this blog that you don’t see all too often. So, it took me a long time to embrace red lipstick. Admittedly, I’m still coming to terms with wearing it without feeling (or looking) like a clown. Most days (ok, every day) a little slick of tinted lip balm suffices. Or sometimes, nothing at all.

But I’m sure most of you would agree that there’s something inexplicably chic and enduring in a very foxy kind of way, about a red lip. Like a beauty cure-all, if you will. It wasn’t until I finally pinpointed the right products, the right formula and the right shade of red (for me) that I became more comfortable with wearing a lipstick that was almost bright and bold enough to stop traffic.

Here are my top picks and mainstays in my beauty cabinet:

Lipstick I’m more of a Lady Danger girl than a Russian Red, preferring warm-toned orange/reds than cool, berry shades. Creamy formulas are much more forgiving (especially as my lips are prone to dryness) but I’ll sometimes layer a thin slick of gloss (Philosophy Cinnamon Buns is my favourite) on top if I’m wearing a matte lippie.

Lip pencils/crayons NARS Velvet Matte Lip Pencil all the way – it’s a pencil/lipstick in one and I love that it’s so easy to apply. I’m wearing Red Square in the photos above, which I first purchased from Sephora San Francisco during my USA holiday last year. I’ve reached for this the most ever since and use it as both a lip liner and a lipstick. It also has some pretty decent staying power.

My other favourites include Fresh Sugar Tinted Lip Treatment in Coral (a very pigmented lip butter), NARS Velvet Matte Lip Pencil in Dragon Girl (a touch more crimson and full-bodied than Red Square) and Clinque’s Chubby Stick in Two Ton Tomato, which is much more sheer but perfect for the office.

Nail Polish I couldn’t write this beauty post on Classics without at least mentioning a timeless, red manicure. It’s the colour I wear most often whilst travelling because I never have to – nor do I want to – worry about coordinating my nail polish with my outfit (red seems to go with everything!).

The ones I seem to reach for the most are: Essie Red Nouveau, OPI Big Apple Red, and Chanel Barcelona Red, which has tiny flecks of gold through the lacquer. I also love OPI Cajun Shrimp (an orange/red) for summer. My application involves two coats on each nail and finishes with a good, glossy top coat to seal the colour.

But back to the lippie, I’ll leave you with a fun fact: A study conducted by sociologists from the Universite de Bretagne-Sud, France, found that waitresses who wore red lipstick on the job received tips 50 per cent of the time from male customers, while those wearing other colours or no lipstick were tipped 30 per cent of the time. 

And if that doesn’t convince you, maybe Gwyneth will, who once professed, ‘beauty, to me, is about being comfortable in your own skin. That, or a kick-ass red lipstick!’

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Lover leopard short coat and linen shorts, Saba ‘Kylie’ striped shirt, Zara printed ponyhair loafers, Celine navy regular Trio, Prada ‘Baroque’ sunglasses.

A week left of winter and another week before I can publicly announce quite possibly the biggest thing to ever happen to this blog.

I therefore felt I could legitimately dig out my new shorts I was reserving for spring as well as go completely OTT with all the leopard print I own, yesterday.

As for my blog, stay tuned in a weeks’ time for the announcement!

Ode to the Classics #4.

Or, this case, the Trench Coat.

Never a time nor a place where you couldn’t wear this and feel overdressed or underdressed. I love throwing it over anything and everything to look and feel instantly polished. Or, like I really have my shit together.

In any case, it’s just a little reminder (particularly to myself but feel free to use this as a take-home lesson) that there’s certainly nothing wrong with going back to basics every once in a while.

Ode to the Classics #3.

For me, the search for the ‘perfect’ white shirt is akin to my incessant quest for that holy grail striped top (or like looking for love, but I’ll get to that later). With so many different variations and styles to choose from, of which are constantly churned out by a gazillion different brands every day of every year, where does the search begin – or even end? 

I was surprised to find that mine began and ended at Country Road (the shirt I ended up purchasing and wearing above can be found here).

So what constitutes my perfect white shirt? And why did this particular one by Country Road come out tops?

Colour – it’s a true, true white. Not ecru, not ivory, not off-white. It’s just white.

Size – possibly the most important lesson to take away from this post, so listen up. Opting for which size to purchase can be make or break. Now’s probably not the time to be embarrassed about buying a size L if you’re a perfect size 8. And like Dead Fleurette once admitted, I always take at least 3 sizes of a shirt into the change room with me. Often it’s the M or L that ends up coming out tops. When it comes to a button-down shirt , slightly oversized is always, always, always more flattering than one that’s slightly too small.

When it came to purchasing this shirt from CR, I agonised for days as to whether the S or M was the better fit. I purchased the M because it was perfect at the shoulders but then the next day I exchanged it for the S (which most of us know equates to a M/L in every other brand!). The S was narrower through the body which made it more flattering when I tucked the shirt tail into skirts and trousers.

Fit – relatively narrow through the body, sleeve length is perfect, sleeve width is nice and narrow. And when I button the shirt all the way to the top, there’s still a comfortable amount of space around the neck.

Detailspointed collar which is of a substantial size (my ‘ideal’ is slightly larger in surface area, but no biggie). Chest pockets – again, I’m not fussed but I do like the pockets on this shirt, with its rounded edges and how it’s unimposing. Drop tail hem – handy for when I want to wear this shirt over a pair of leggings. Covered placket  this is not essential but I do find a covered placket lends some subtle sophistication and polish for occasions that call for it.Button placement – no sign of a bra in sight when I’m standing side-on, and the wonderful fact that I can undo the first few buttons to show a respectable amount of décolletage without running the risk of indecently exposing myself. 

Fabric composition – admittedly, this is the probably the one thing that I compromised on. The one I’m wearing above is comprised of 56% cotton, 44% tencel. It’s not bad, but it still wrinkles. I do love the airy, feminine translucency a cotton/tencel mix yields, but my ideal fabric for a button-down is 97% brushed cotton & 3% elastane (think RL oxford shirts) – this composition never, ever, lets me down. The one thing I try to avoid like the plague is 100% cotton which wrinkles like crazy – well before I even leave the house.

I’ve come to realise that ‘perfect’ probably isn’t the right word to use. For items of clothing. Or anything in life. Because there is always going to be something better. Always. Like love, maybe the universe conspires to help us meet a few white shirts during our time that tick all the boxes – and to teach us that they all just serve different purposes at different times in our lives. Whether we’re looking for love or looking for that white shirt, a little effort, a bit of compromise and staying true to yourself and your lifestyle might just allow us to live happily ever after.

Currently Pinning.

This week I’m pinning:

1. Beautiful interiors.

2. Ideas for my Europe itinerary – and it just so happens that our apartment in Paris is around the corner from Merci!

3. Travel outfit inspiration – coats, anoraks, ankle boots, don’t-care-hair…

4. Work outfit inspiration – I’ll never tire of monochrome.

To keep updated with all the things that are inspiring me (including a peek at my Europe packing list – currently a work in progress) find me on Pinterest here.

Ode to the Classics #2.

Okay, to be perfectly honest, I rarely dress like this. Those of you who have been following me forever know that, for starters, I’ve never really been a dedicated jeans girl. And the truth is, I actually struggle to come up with an outfit I’m perfectly happy with, that incorporates denim yet is still a true reflection of my style and isn’t glaringly ‘predictable’.

As I edge closer and closer to the dreaded 3-0 though, I’m learning to embrace tried and true ‘classics’ in an effort to dress appropriately for my age, lifestyle and for any occasion.

And I think I’ve found my holy grail ensemble in this outfit – my favourite trench paired with a classic white shirt (more on this tomorrow!), blue jeans and a pair of high heeled black pumps. The ideal travel outfit, even, if you replace the heels with loafers or ballet flats. I couldn’t resist swapping my Wayfarers for a pair of Prada Baroques but kept the rest the outfit minimal with my Chanel purse and hair pulled back into a tousled bun (truthfully – I didn’t have time to wash it after my boxing class that morning). 

This outfit has taught me a few things: getting dressed is infinitely quicker and easier (you can never really go wrong with white, blue denim and navy); clean, streamlined and uncomplicated items of clothing will always look chic and polished as long as you opt for things that fit you perfectly and proportionally, right down to the length of your jeans (I prefer mine cropped just above the ankle), the length of your shirt and coat sleeves (I like mine to hit just at the wrist) and the way you mix your textures (here I’ve offset a crisp white buttoned shirt and a very fitted pair of jeans with a soft, drapey trench coat). 

Whilst putting together this outfit was relatively quick and simple, I think the most imperative and more difficult task was to ensure everything I wanted to wear – the shirt, the jeans, the coat – were tailored to fit. Right down to the very last detail.

Look out for my post tomorrow as I write about how my search for that perfect white shirt went!

Ode to the Classics #1.

This week on my blog I’ll be focusing on the Classics. I’ll be referencing cookie-cutter guides such as Matchbook Mag’s 50 foundations for your closet, but hope to focus more on the wardrobe essentials that have formed an integral part of my own personal style.

Today I’ll start with a few of my favourite things – some old, some new, but all workhorses – when nothing but the Classics will do.

A beautiful, go-with-everything leather handbag. Timeless, beautifully subtle and something I hope to be still carrying when I’m in retirement! I was lucky enough to purchase my second Chanel purse from a lovely friend (hi, J!) back in 2008 for a much less inflated price than what they’re worth today. Despite my infatuation with the Proenzas, Celines and Wangs of the world, I will always come back to Chanel. Word to the wise: if you’re thinking about purchasing one to use quite frequently or as a day bag, consider opting for calfskin or caviar (in favour of lambskin), and stick to a tried and true colour – navy, anthracite or the classic of all Classics: black. Buy in Paris (if you can tolerate the queue – unsurpassed range & prices though) or Heathrow airport if you’re passing through and are lucky enough to score a purse from their classic line (the classics are few and far between at Heathrow).

A pair of black, high-heeled leather pumps. There is no question in my mind that the Pigalle trumps all. I love the 85mm for the office, the 100 for daytime (and evening) soirees and the 120s if I’m game to ever try. I’ve owned my 100mm for almost a year and I can confidently say that they become more and more comfortable and manageable. They’re not as easy on the feet as my Roshe Runs – but they’re honestly just as light, and because of that are a dream to wear, compared to other high heels I have owned or currently wear. I personally prefer pointed-toe pumps, but also don’t mind an almond toe (like the Decollete) for a softer, rounder but still classic finish. Word to the wise: try them on for size if you can before purchasing online – Pigalle sizing can oft be erratic and for a truly comfortable experience, you’ll need them to perfectly fit. And once you’re ready to hit the slopes online, head to Matches and patiently wait for a shipping code if you can – you won’t snag a better deal anywhere else, providing you are quick enough! Alternatively, I really love Witchery for their comfortable and modern styles at a much friendlier price point.

Black, classic shades. And the more oversized, the better. I like to gravitate towards sunglasses that are bit more left of field, but nothing beats a good Aviator or Wayfarer (both of which are universally flattering, I’ve found). Ray Bans are my frame of choice (I’ve been wearing them since my teens!) and am contemplating picking up a foldable pair of gold-rimmed Aviator for my upcoming travels. Word to the wise: head to pret-a-voir (thanks, K!) for the best range & prices on Ray Bans, as well as on other coveted brands.

Whether you’re new to my blog or have been a long-time reader of mine, you would have already guessed that I prefer to save my pennies to ‘invest’ (and I use that term rather loosely) in things that I know I’ll wear and love to death.

I also consider the environment and landfill – I much rather buy one good-quality purse to last me several years (decades, even!) as opposed to frequently replenishing inferior-quality items that are unable to stand the test of time through normal wear & tear. And the less I contribute to landfill, the more likely my future generations will enjoy a healthy and happy world to live in.

Big-ticket items are always, always carefully considered and often over a long period of time – sometimes it takes me years to muster the courage to pull the trigger on a handbag that could easily cover two or three months’ worth of mortgage repayments. Thankfully, I have a husband who understands that sometimes (not often, mind you…) we deserve to mark an important milestone or otherwise with something that we will treasure and appreciate for many years to come – if not, for the rest of our lives.

Snooze Button.

Lover ‘Kenobi’ wool cape from A Dance For One (A/W 2011), Ralph Lauren chambray oxford shirt, Country Road ankle crop jeans, Zara loafers, beanie from David Jones, Prada sunglasses & Saffiano Lux Tote in Argilla.

Mondays are always the same – snooze buttons, coffee and scrambling to the office in time. And, for the most part, reminiscing about the glorious weekend that was.

I temporarily bid farewell to my sister and her boyfriend who have embarked on a two-week trip to Japan. She’s kindly given me a free pass to her ‘bagdrobe’ in her absence (without even having to ask – I should be so lucky!) so expect to see a few ‘new’ things on the blog this week. Times like these, having a sister whose wardrobe shares a similar fate to mine, truly has its perks. What else are sisters for, anyway? And as mum had always taught us; sharing is most definitely caring.

The Smell After Rain.

Here are just a few outtakes from last weekend that I thought I’d share.

Reaching for a dress I haven’t worn since summer and throwing a cosy, winter-weight coat over the top paired with ankle boots and a knitted beanie… is kind of like having my cake and eating it, too.


Summer Symphony.

Lover ‘Frances’ short coat over Uniqlo long sleeved t-shirt, Cameo ‘Mad World’ neoprene skirt, Maison Martin Margiela x H&M boots, Zara clutch.

If it isn’t already obvious by the copious amount of photos above, this leopard print jacket is, without a shadow of doubt, my favourite purchase for spring so far.

Lover gets me every time and this season has proven to be no different.

A pair of linen shorts in the same print will soon be joining the ‘chorus’ (get it?), making me feel so excited for a symphony of summer days to orchestrate its arrival.


Zara navy short military coat, Lover silk printed dress, wool knitted beanie from the local pharmacy, Chloe Susanna boots, Alexander Wang Marion bag, Ray Ban Wayfarer sunglasses.

In my defence, there was not a cloud in the sky when I left the house that morning. Without turning this post into a meteorological report, the weather’s been erratic all week and it’s almost making me resort to toting around a spare change of clothes, a pair of Wellies as well as an umbrella when I’m out.

After a brief lunch at Ootong & Lincoln on the weekend, we decided to revisit the place we had our wedding portraits taken and inadvertently stumbled across an abandoned and beautifully desolate part of Fremantle. We watched the tides turn and the ships come in for a little while. And as it so happened on our wedding day, the rain decided to join us shortly after. 

Outfit of the Day.

I swung past my favourite cafe this morning for a post-workout, pre-work caffeine fix. Getting up at half-past five to work out makes me feel so alive but even after all this time, it still never gets any easier.

Today I’m wearing to work my new Country Road metallic skirt, Everlane silk shirt, Dion Lee Magyar silk cape blazer and a gold House of Harlow necklace (not shown), Essie ‘Jazz’ nail polish.

Shop my closet.

After months of procrastination and a bit of elbow grease thrown in for good measure, I’m so happy to be able to let you all know that my new Tictail store is now up and running!

Clicking here will take you to my online closet cleanout.

I’ve added lots of new things to the store and hope this new shopping experience will make it much easier for you to browse and shop my wardrobe at your leisure.

Spend & Spend.

I made the most of my spend & save at Country Road yesterday, purchasing a few things for work and play. I spent more than I wanted to but each item was on my wishlist and therefore carefully considered beforehand. Just a shame my budget didn’t extend to their homewares this month!

It’s intended to be just one last (small) splurge before I go away. Though that was before I found out netaporter are offering free shipping from today until August 25th! Run…

L’Amour Toujours.

Konrath von Reumont t-shirt, Dress Up navy soft trench, Forever New cigarette trousers, Alexander Wang oxfords, Chanel purse.

I loved the afternoon light that day.

I’ve also developed a small obsession with reclaimed brick, attributed to the fact that my husband and I are currently going through the painstaking process of building a house as well as renovating another one shortly after. If there’s two things I’ve learnt over the past couple of months; it’s that building a house is a bitch and that a reclaimed brick exposed wall in my future kitchen is where it’s at.

Zara A/W 2013.


I’m finding so much inspiration in Zara’s Autumn/Winter 2013 campaign.

With winter on its way out, I’m determined this spring (and during the European autumn!) to find new ways to wear all the things I had squirrelled away for the chilly weather that never really made it to Perth.

Looks I’m loving and can’t wait to try out? Duffle coats over soft, grecian-esque, calf-length dresses and skirts; patent leather black ankle boots worn with everything; cropped peacoats in shades of ivory and dove grey worn with soft pleated wool and neoprene shorts; white oxfords shirts creased ever so slightly and buttoned all the way to the top; floor-skimming flowing trench coats in the perfect shade of ecru; and two-tone brimmed hats (craving this one by Margiela) to take me through the entire spring.


The white shirt.

It occurred to me the other day that taking a crisp, silk white shirt travelling is a recipe for disaster.

I can’t tuck into my bowl of Pho on Saturday mornings without spilling something on my Everlane blouse within five minutes, so I can predict how much I’ll regret toting it around with me for four weeks in Europe.

Not packing a crisp, white shirt is not an option, though. At least when it comes to my packing list – the slim pickings that characterise it – and the simple fact that a white oxford shirt just looks so smart.

It also occurred to me shortly after that I own no such shirt – one that you can wash and wear – and effortlessly wear to death; made of a fabric that doesn’t wrinkle in the crooks of your elbows (I hate that); or something that isn’t made from stiff poplin or polyester that looks more like it was made for the boardroom than for basking underneath the glow of the Mediterranean sun.

I’ve gathered some inspiration to assist me in my own search for a nice, white shirt and have even thought about scouring the mens’ department. I’d love to know where to start looking properly though – tweet me if you have any ideas!

Spring has sprung.

A pretty productive and happy week so far.

My first item for spring arrived on my doorstep from the Lover online boutique, I treated myself to a Kindle for getting through my July shopping ban (and to prepare myself for my Europe trip in 6 weeks) and, most importantly, there are new blooms decorating my entryway again – I’ve never had Calla Lilies in the home before!

We’ve also booked all our apartments in Paris, London, Reykjavik and Copenhagen, with only Italy to cross off our list now. Aside from that, I’ve been run off my feet at work this week that I’ve started to feel a minor cold looming. I haven’t had much time at all to get excited about my trip (yet) but one thing’s for sure – I am hankering for a holiday.

For now though, I’m crawling into bed with my Kindle and some Chrysanthemum tea. Just what the doctor ordered.


You make me blush.

Celine navy Trio, Ray Ban Wayfarer sunglasses, Verali suede sandals, everything else by Lover.

Back in shorts and sandals for the weekend. Nothing puts me in a better mood than a perfect blue sky, but I’m feeling slightly miffed that Perth winters are akin to an elusive long distance love that I have to travel far and wide to be reunited with.

Speaking of lovers, or in this case, Lover, this favourite label of mine really could dress me for life.

Strawberry Bruschetta.

After a little sleep-in this morning, I woke up and took my usual Sunday morning stroll to buy groceries, flowers and coffee.

The abundance of strawberries at the moment inspired me to make Strawberry Basil Bruschetta. I picked up a loaf of sourdough from Mary Street Bakery and came home to fix myself up with this delicious and simple breakfast.

Strawberry Basil Bruschetta

Punnet of strawberries, sliced (use half a punnet for 1-2 serves)

Fresh basil, chopped

Balsamic glaze (I made my own on the stove)

Ricotta cheese

Sourdough, sliced and lightly grilled/toasted

Spread slices of your toasted sourdough with ricotta, then top with strawberries and chopped basil. Drizzle over the top with lashings of balsamic glaze, and serve!


Lover jacket, Lover silk shorts, Celine navy Trio, Verali suede sandals.

A boxing class in the morning, followed by breakfast by the beach with friends, and then an afternoon spent with long, leisurely walks with my other half, which really helped with tempering my shin splints.

It was the most wonderfully, sunshine-drenched day in Perth today so we decided to stay outdoors for as long as possible. I love the unhurried-ness of weekends.

More outfit details & photos up shortly!