It’s one of those months that just may as well not be written in to the calendar. Who has time for anything in December? Last time I checked, it was still early November and Christmas was not even on the cards yet. In my two hours of quiet in the early morning I overheard Karl Stefanovic mention that there are sixteen days ’til Christmas. What? Sixteen. Um, crap.

When it’s warm enough to spend the morning in a one piece on the balcony, it must be summer.

Summer was made for two pieces. Being able to throw a matching jacket on and off as you swish in and out of work, socials, concerts, showings. And the fact that this jacket is reversible makes it just that little bit better – a loud print may not always be appropriate and this way you don’t have to carry a back up jacket with you. Winning.

If I ever get married it would be in a dress like this. Yes let’s just stop dreaming right there, and agree that this is the perfect occasion dress for summer. I was quite relaxed on that front, thinking that this Christmas will only really mean popping the occasional champagne with the family, as it’s not often that they come all they way out here to visit me.

I never have time for lunch. Unless it’s over a work meeting, it is a rare sight in my days which usually ends in a big dose of caffeine in the form of coffee or green tea early afternoon, and not having the time to replenish the H20 to counter this I usually find myself licking my wounds the next early morning. I know it’s a bad habit, and bad habits are hard to kick.

I RSVPed to a stand up paddle board session with Sally Fitz Gibbons followed by a superfood breakfast with Roxy, spending most of my post RSVP time trying to figure out what to wear. My prayers answered a beautiful bag shows up at my door a few hours later, packed full of Roxy’s new Outdoor Fitness range. Holy mother.

You know that feeling when your heart decides you like someone. The buzz, rush and hazy feeling.

Over the last few weeks I’ve heard crossing conversation with various people how Christmas is upon us.

I’ve teamed up with Ray Ban and a gang of seriously cool “Envisions-ers” to help you give wings to your dreams. Watch, get inspired, then it’s your turn to show the world who you are. Tell us what you always wanted to do and together we might bring it to life.

Those weeks when you become a bad friend and end up cancelling – twice, quite last minute. Not cool, and I solemnly swear to start behaving myself.