How To Keep Warm In Melbourne

As the weather begins to [far-too-quickly] drop in Melbourne, I wanted to share with you a piece from UNIQLO that I have been wearing to help keep warm. Apart from being a super chic fashion item available in literally every single colour imaginable, the Ultra Light Down Jacket is water repellant and surprisingly really warm. I say surprisingly as it actually doesn’t feel overly thick! Also, as an aside, it comes with a little compact pouch that you can squeeze the entire jacket into! So it is super easy to transport in your handbag – so clever! Anyways, to say that I am a fan would probably be an understatement – I had a wedding in the Yarra Valley this weekend and barely took this jacket off!

Sunshine Floral Romper

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Today’s blog post features my newest V Front Floral Romper by Lookbook Store. Although recently somewhat deprived from #OOTD photographs, I feel like this post definitely makes up for it. As someone who considers their ‘great love to be indeed, fresh flowers, it is no surprise that I fell deeply in love with this jumpsuit. I guess it was love at first sight really. Between the bright floral flowers, the wrapped V-neck and the fact that it almost looks skirt-like, even though it has the comfortability of shorts – my new little romper and I are a match made in fashion heaven!

Melbourne Livin’ & Lovin’

Days where I am not busy attempting to learn the importance of property law or where I am not working in an office as a paralegal pretending I am Rachel Zane (note: if you don’t understand this reference… your life has not yet begun… go and download the first season of ‘Suits’ immediately)… I like to explore the inner city suburbs of Melbourne. I put together what is almost like a photo-diary of some of the things I saw, drank and visited in Melbourne yesterday… Enjoy x 

Bad Hair Day

Don’t mind my hair, I just had a fight with my straightener…

My hair and me do not get along; in fact we haven’t gotten along for years. Unfortunately I was born with the condition known as naturally curly/frizzy hair. I wake up every morning with the hope that maybe today is the day… maybe today the universe has finally realised that it made a mistake all those years ago and finally it has blessed me with the hair I so desperately deserve… I am still (ever-so-patiently) waiting for that day. I am literally one bad hair moment off investing in a wig and calling it a day.

Scandinavian Winter Wonderland

There is something very beautiful about Copenhagen in the winter… after typing this it became all the more clear to me that I hadn’t actually seen it in the Summer, but I almost don’t even feel like I need to… The following is a collection of some photos I took whilst in Copenhagen a few months ago. Irrespective of the $8 cups of coffee, almost getting killed by cyclists on a daily basis and the fact that it was undeniably the coldest climate my poor fragile body has ever been exposed to, Copenhagen truly was a winter wonderland…

Shopping with my Family

Sometimes I like to drag my whole family around with me when I am doing not-so-serious shopping (whole family being dad, mum and adult brother.) Our expeditions always start out so promising, we sit down for coffee and cake, I ramble on about the 43 new items I must buy in that day otherwise I won’t be able to leave my house ever again as I simply have nothing to wear and my family nods and laughs and pretends they are incredibly interested when really they think I am a melodramatic crazy person with far too much time on my hands.

After we have successfully filled every inch of our being with coffee and cake we begin our journey through the shopping centre. Most days the men will hang back and let the women do all the hard work, but every now and then my dad likes to play an active role in my wardrobe and feels it necessary to share his unrequested opinion. This usually involves him pulling out the most ugly dress in the store, holding it against his own torso and confidently exclaiming ‘Darling… how about this one?’ Not only do I find it completely insulting that he thinks he could even attempt to pick something out for me that I would like, he also always picks up a dress about 5 sizes too big and with patterns and colours I really would not be caught dead in. I really do love shopping with my family, in fact I love doing everything  with my family but I like it better when my dad takes more of a ‘silent partner’ role in the whole shopping experience… you know what I mean; keeps his dress-sense (or lack thereof) to himself but invests money when necessary.