There are so many rules in fashion it tends to scare people off. The endless stories I’ve heard from friends saying that they just could never work with fashion or attend fashion related events because they don’t know “what to wear” or are just “not cool enough”. I must admit that fashion is a funny space, but it can also be a wonderfully exciting and endlessly creative space for you to run amok in.
It comes around every year, yet I always find myself standing slightly distraught in front of my wardrobe ahead of the year’s first beach session. And with all those amazing women on Instagram flaunting flawless tans and boobs bigger than life, how on earth do we tackle summer?
I must admit, I have never felt that I have mastered the ‘off duty’ or ‘lounge’ look. The concept of trying-but-not-really-trying baffles me, and if I really could’t be bothered getting dressed then I would probably prefer to spend the day in my PJ’s…
Beach bum is such a stupid word, but when I get a rush from going for a sprint session, stripping down to my sports crop and undies to go for a swim – and feel every bit alive I know that there is something in my soul that feels good from this ritual.
Sunshine, sand, pre-workout.
Whatever it is, I love it. And having hair that can keep up with this lifestyle is a must for me.
That saying - if you can’t beat them, join them - doesn’t sit well with me. Defeat is not something I do well, I’d rather shuffle off into my corner and reconsider my game plan… And I will find a way, or someone gets hurt.
Not really, but almost.
I have never been a show pony.
And I don’t think I ever will be. It takes a certain character – a brave, bold and confident soul with a lot to say and a lot on offer. The big hu-ha of horse racing was fascinating to me when I first arrived in Australia, having grown up with these extremely powerful, spirited animals I didn’t really get it. I guess at this point you are heading towards the big X button in your browser’s corner as you came seeking Spring Racing fashion inspiration…
But hear me out.
All that talk about healthy pancakes.
Surely something so fluffy, fun and full of childhood memories cannot possibly be made healthy – they’re meant to be hiding chocolate chips, be covered in Maple Syrup or heaven forbid – topped with lemon and sugar.
Well kids, I’ve got news for you.
They say the Universe sends us exactly what we are ready for at the exact time we need it in our lives.
Everything happens for a reason – yes, that old chestnut.
I’ve always been quite good at not questioning why, what or who, usually in sheer fright of what conclusions I might come to or what feelings might awaken. Sometimes though, I’m not so good at just closing my eyes and letting go. Instead I will put it away in that drawer (that one that we all have), pretending that it’s somehow magically going to sort itself out – that not sleeping at night and constantly finding yourself stressed and uninspired is now all of a sudden the norm.
The last few weeks have been a little bit of a test of my organization skills and willpower.
I love being busy and there is no better feeling than that of accomplishment, but I have learned that you must also make time to stop, reflect and learn to be better at what you do.
My dear friends at boohoo.com.au sent me a reminder this week to live to #experienceeverything, something I think a lot of us put on the to-do list that lives in the bottom drawer year after year.