a little flat and black

I sometimes worry that my wardrobe is a little flat and black. I don't think I look particularly great in bold, vibrant colours hence the reason I seem to be constantly drawn to more neutral and conventional tones.
Confession almost every morning I stand in front of my wardrobe and say to my husband " I have nothing to wear" and invariably this is the absolute truth at the time, however, I somehow always manage to fall back on my faithful, black pieces.

And it looks like the latest winter range from Collete Dinnigan is perhaps on my side this season.

childhood happiness

For some reason the name "Punky Brewster" popped into my head this week and if that names mean anything to you than it's probably safe to say we tick the same age bracket when we fill out random surveys on line. I remember my little sister had the same thick fringe as her and wrapped a yellow scarf around her knee every time she wore jeans... I was jealous. I was a tad jealous because i was at that stage where I still loved watching the show but it was probably a little uncool to say that publicly. Alas the Punky Brewster closet door is now opened.

What I think I really like about her sense of style is that it seems so completely effortless, that the clothes she wears seem to be made perfectly for her body. There is nothing particularly glittery about her signature style but it is so very iconic yet easy enough to replica.
PS: I bought another pair of straight leg pants that I love so much I want to sleep in them!

vogue is a tad different in paris

I remember buying this copy of Vogue in front of a news stand close to the Arc de Triumph in Paris. Who knows why I would buy a magazine full of articles I'll never be able to understand or read however, there was something enchanting and exciting about buying Vogue Paris in Paris. Confession, I love Kate Mosses style. I don't think anyone rocks a pair of tight straight leg jeans quite like she does. I sometimes loiter through top shop on line to see her latest designs and her clothing line. 

PS: Note to self when buying Vogue Paris in Paris it's like buying soft porn lots of nakeness disguised as fashion photography!  

no matter what they say, words can't bring me down.

an ode to paris

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At the sake of sounding like a snob, I'll never understand the type of people who are happy to live their entire lives without leaving the county. I get frustrated at comments like "why should I travel when everything I want is right here""...I could carry on about how narrow minded the latter is but I'll just bite my lip and reminisce about my first day in Paris, when I was walking down the Seine river, at night, turning around to see what was sparkling and reflecting on that water and it was the "le tower" a moment  tattooed into my memory for ever.  

Still loitering through mags for some winter fashion inspiration.

I think I was traveling through the south of France when I was introduced to the stefanel brand.
The label is a bit of an interplay of modern and classical vintage pieces. In saying this no matter how slick the brand the idea of short shorts and long coats has never appealed to me, although if I had this body perhaps I could put up with chilly thighs.

I want to grow old

I heard recently that my friends little sister got engaged and he proposed by singing to her the song affectionately known as "I want to grow old with you" from the "Wedding Singer". I love this thought. What a gift to be able to grow old together, to spend the rest of your life with your favourite friend. I still smile inside when my dad says that he loves mum more today than he did 35 years ago and don't we all like to see that elderly couple walking through the isle of Aldi holding hands. It helps us remember that even though we're living in an age where youth and looking young is supreme some things really do get better with age.