The last day was a little warmer so I thought I’d bring some leg to the party. Haha. I wore this orange-red dress from Zara with this coat that I like to describe as cinnamon. I’m highkey into orange for summer. Highkey!!
It’s Mercedez Benz Fashion week, and there’s a chill in the air… can’t be a coincidence. So much cool in town! Last night I went to see Spero Villioti and AFI Prive in action and there was plenty to ohh and ahh about. I’m not sharing any reviews on the shows (there are so many well-equipped writers covering this area) but I did have a chance to shoot my OOTD so my posts this weekend will be just that.
In a word: Self-love. I consider the artist Frida Kahlo a beautiful example of self-acceptance, or at least self-acknowledgement. Many times when I am looking at one of her famous self-portraits I think about what I find to be a powerful theme – she did not edit herself. She painted her likeness exactly the way she saw it in the mirror, complete with unibrow and mustache. No beautify filter or minimization of what could be considered masculine features. She let it all shine on the canvas and I find that to be one of the most beautiful kinds of bravery. “Yes, I accept, I acknowledge and I love me.
A fond memory springs to mind whenever I clad myself in all denim. It’s a memory of my mom getting ready to go to town on a Saturday morning. I used to wake up at 6 am almost every Saturday to watch cartoons and eat cereal (in peace) before my terrorist little brother woke up. I must have been about 8 years old and my brother would have been a little over a year old. (Said brother has since outgrown his terrorist phase and is now a really nice guy.) As part of my routine, I would go to my mom’s room and watch her routine. Every detail, from getting dressed to makeup and hair. She would entertain all my questions and attempts at taking part until the one sad question would arrive; “can I come with you to town?” which was always met with the inevitable “no, your brother will cry all over town.”
Ok, by show of hands who else loves socks with pompoms? Ok maybe that’s not a thing but I found a pair and I am now into that sort of thing…who knew? Anyway, that’s not all I’m wearing in this post. I’m also wearing a dusty pink chunky knit with a little leather skirt. How crazy? I love the combo because
it makes me feel like a college girl – very few responsibilities so I dress to end up anywhere today – type thing. haha.
Look I won’t lie…they had me at “Coffee In A Cone”. What? Get out of town! I heard about the place from my amazing visuals homie, Mothusi and I thought I have to check it out. Grind Coffee Company is in Melrose Arch (0n Whitely road if you want to go right this second). The coffee is a strong hearty roast, that can be enjoyed in a cone in a variety of brews (Espresso, Cappucino, Chocaccino, Americano etc.) Beverages can also be enjoyed in regular drinking containers if your think the cone thing is way out.
Looking around for affordable ways to keep warm this season. Is it just me or is this year colder? Maybe I’m just older…I digress. My goal is to have enough other wear to pair with a few items that I already own so as not to break the little bank.
The look I’m featuring today is a feline twist on the classic white shirt. The cat collar shirt I’m wearing is from Choies. I love it wholeheartedly and the best part is that I got this on sale. The benefit of being a season behind the rest of the fashion world is that we get the winter clearance goodies from abroad in time for our chilly season. I’ve paired this with a long cardi from H&M. They have a decent range of warm goodies at a good price. Full outfit details below:
This is a quick in and out post, my friends. I just wanted to share this nifty find I copped at H&M that I am currently living in. I love this green camper jacket for autumn and winter this year. I love the versatility of it, it’s like an instant “I have this under control” cover. I’ll try a share a few more of the outerwear pieces I picked up recently…winter is coming!
Hi, you guys!
It’s been a long time since I’ve said anything by way of a blog post. I’ve been hard at work cashing all the cheques my mouth wrote as New Year’s resolutions – one of which I’ll be sharing with you here soon. This post is all about my love affair with a pair of shoes I haven’t been able to put down since the day I got them as a birthday gift.
I’m sitting by a window at my grandparents’ place listening to the rain and I can only think of three words when I decide to write this post. Those three words are “what a year”. I have cooked, made the last of the Christmas decorations with my siblings and this is a moment for me to introspect. Oh no! It’s my birthday and after all the laughing, cake eating and teary speeches I now have a moment to myself. This is a terrible thing because this solitary moment happens every year and the same old water works come rushing in as a result. Perhaps it’ll help if I give you some background.