Saturday, 1 December 2012

embrace your blindness



There are some things annoying about wearing glasses. When they fall off in down-dog at yoga, for example, or when my boyfriend, Mr N, knocks them off my face in particular passionate embraces. Other than that, I do love wearing glasses. I love them more when paired with silk shirts primly buttoned all the way up. For one thing, they make you look instantly wiser. At the moment, I have a new pair of Paul Smith tortoiseshell glasses that are just beautiful. They are quite round, but not quite 'Harry Potter'. This J Crew model above has one my favourite looks going on: print shirt, orange lips and bold spectacles.

Saturday, 20 October 2012

we love aesop


Today I had a perfect Melbourne morning - the weather was fine, I had a great coffee at City Wine shop (my boyfriend lives a couple of doors and a theatre down) and a facial at Aesop. I came away smelling like refined botanicals. Picked up the parsley seed cleanser with lactic acid, which is great for exfoliation. Hello glowing skin.

Sunday, 14 October 2012




I'm into coloured jeans, stripy basics and reading Travel Almanac, and dreaming of voyages.

Saturday, 30 June 2012

loving







aesop wild lime hair polish
wearing cropped sweatshirts with statement necklaces 
wine coloured nails, and also drinking wine
listening to jazz whilst soaking in a bath
eating quinoa, avocado and chicken salad for lunch everyday &
....
waiting for my new dicker boots in camel to come from net-a-porter!


Friday, 30 March 2012

Stripes and friendship bracelets



with free-flowing hair and pink lipstick, banging'. From www.talesofendearment.com

Friday, 2 March 2012





On gloomy, rainy days like today, all I can think about is stocking up my wardrobe with ankle boots, warm jumpers and hats.

Wednesday, 29 February 2012

knits



This jumper from Thursday Sunday is totally amazing, and looks like it is a lot of fun to eat apples in.

Tuesday, 28 February 2012

Begin at the beginning

...and go on till you come to the end: then stop.

Lewis Carroll