Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Monday, July 28, 2014
Friday, July 25, 2014
Thursday, July 24, 2014
Friday, July 18, 2014
Boohoo jumper | Lovisa necklace | Roxy skirt | Wittner heels
Photos by my housemate Quinndecisive
Everyone, meet Oscar. Oscar, meet everyone.
Oscar is our 'part-time puppy'. I guess you could call myself and my housemates bullnannies (we will also accept 'awesome', 'gorgeous' and 'babes').
After having to part with my beloved bulldog Burger near on a year ago, I couldn't be more thrilled to be in the presence of a little squishy butt again! He bites, barks, pees a lot and face plants more often than I think is actually normal. Although not technically ours, Oscar is quickly confirming his spot in our hearts. How could you not melt when you see this little thing running about like a goofball?! At only 8 weeks old, this little man is only a fraction of his fully grown self. It won't be long before he is as heavy as me and as solid as a semi trailer. Time to treasure those roly poly little puppy moments!
Thursday, July 10, 2014
Missguided hat (similar here) | Missguided blouse | ASOS leggings | Diavolina heels (similar here and here)
Photos by my housemate, Quinnfidel
Hats - normally a foe of this square-headed Miss.
But, like most things, I am always willing to give it a shot. When have I ever been one to turn down experiencing a new food, a new venue, a new style or even a new activity? If I am open to eating roasted wild camel, I think I can try a new hat. What good is it sitting around hating on gorgeous hat-wearing girls when I haven't tried every last option?
There is something to be said about a good hat. It's addition takes a simple outfit up to another level altogether. A little bit of shaped felt has the ability to entirely transform a look, not to mention the ability to mask a bad hair day - which, lets face it, as a curly headed lass happens all too often. In a bid to banish bad hair days, and as an added option when putting together an outfit for the day, I am committing myself to the quest for more perfect hats. Watch this space.
Wednesday, July 9, 2014
The countdown is on... there is a mere 1 month and 3 days until I can say sayonara to the rain and a big warm welcome to the Balinese sunshine and humidity.
For someone who has resided on the West Coast their entire life, it is considered odd to have not visited Bali in all 23 years of if. To be honest, I never really had much of an interest in Bali and I can't even work out why. Oh how times change... All I can currently think about is our Balinese getaway!
I am already dreaming of warm breezes, pool soaked skin and wearing nothing but bathers and a light cover up for the entire week. In a series of well timed events, Funkita launched their new swim range, and I was lucky enough to get my hands on a pair of my all time favourite Brazilian bikinis before I head off. Expect to see my instagram feed flooded with shots of me in these, in the pool, drink in hand!
(p.s. if you are in Bali and would like to catch up between August 13 and August 20, drop me an email!)
Friday, July 4, 2014
Overalls and pigtails - if ever there were a more childish pair...
As much as it grinds my gears, I have finally come to terms with the fact I will never escape being deemed 'cute'. If I was a foot taller I might have a chance. Seeing as the odds of that happening are 1 : in my dreams, I am instead taking the 'adorable' and 'cute' labels in my stride and playing on it where I can.
Cue pigtails and garments I would happily have worn as an 8 year old.
Now if only I could find a pair of the purple and pink marble printed Dr Martins I had as an under-10er...
Wednesday, July 2, 2014
If I am to be completely honest with you, last night was not my first encounter of Darlings Supper Club - although it was definitely a more refined, memorable experience!
Last Sunday night vs. Last night
Last Sunday night: A last minute decision that saw us leaving Luxe and migrating to Darlings at approx. 12.30AM - leaving at disgusting-AM - and Mon eating 0% of what was offered on the menu (albeit a little bit of fortune cookie)**
Last Night: A much more civilised, planned, 6.30pm dinner with 3 lovely ladies and DGPR.
I was on a mission to actually experience Darlings on round 2, especially as there has been so much hype. After an in depth explanation of the menu and drinks list, we got to it. By 'got to it' I mean we structured some conversation around our instagramming and photo taking, as bloggers seem to do so well. 'Experiencing Darlings' was off to a good start.
All jokes aside, I was thoroughly impressed by what Northbridge's new kid on the block had to offer. When it is a product of Andy Freeman's (Varnish and Luxe fame) hard work, you could expect nothing less. Darlings Supper Club makes no point of hiding the fact that they are Asian-fusion - with old school rock music, distressed brick interior, sake on tap, kangaroo dumplings, a lime and coconut trifle, and an interesting (and very delicious might I add!) twist on ye olde Negroni. I am all for being who you are without shame, so kudos to Darlings pushing the boundaries and bringing something new and interesting to Perth.
So, would I go to Darlings again? That is a big fat yes. Chances are high that I might start to annoy the staff members with my regularity...
** Yes, you read right - Darlings is open 3.00pm - 3.00am!
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
Dotti long sleeve tee (similar here) | Missguided daisy embroidered jeans | Op shopped jacket (similar here and here) | Boohoo heels
Photos by housey Quinndonesia
Photos by housey Quinndonesia
When the word 'mum' is actually used to describe the fit of a piece of clothing, I get the shudders. Images of daggy, ill fitting garments (and June Bug, mother of Honey Boo Boo) flood my mind when 'mum' is used as an adjective. There is nothing attractive about that. It is like trying to attach the word 'bogan' to clothing in order to sell it - not am image people willingly want to associate themselves with.
Somewhere between 'daisy embroidered jeans' and 'checkout' I completely glazed over the word 'mum' tucked away in the description. Good thing I had selective reading because I adore them. Who knew mums were so clued on to how jeans should fit? No muffin tops thanks to the waist that actually sits on the waist, no embarrassing plumber incidences and no circulation cut off when you decide you wouldn't mind having some range of motion. Thanks mum. As much as I choose to not listen to you, in the end, you are always right.