Thursday, 30 June 2016

TREASURE HUNT


Walking down the street I feel like I see the same outfit over and over again just on a different body? Come on ladies and gentleman, what happened to a little personality? Some individuality, spunk or a bit of vavavoom?

I will admit that I used to be just like you. Spending ludicrous amounts of money on clothing that is on ‘trend’ and will only be worn during that one season. I was a sheep; I fit the Type A stereotype, blending into the crowd along with all the other trend followers.

What I am trying to say is, it is time to step outside of the comfort zone of looking like everybody else and start wearing what you like. This is how style evolves and trends begin. Someone steps outside of the Type A box and decides to mingle with Type B or Z. 

My favourite place for one off finds - garments that carry that “I have travelled the world” feel and trinkets you know have been buried deep inside an arctic cave – is an op shop.

Ok, initially I only started perusing op shops because I was poor. Having just moved out of home into the big city, late night cocktails on the regular and yoga classes that cost an arm and a leg it was hard to splurge on gorgeous Zimmermann dresses calling my name.  At first I was apprehensive, but with time, patience and a whole lot of sifting I soon found the joy and love in op shopping.

If the cost of recycled clothing isn’t the first bonus please note that most clothing in op shops will not be found in mainstream clothing stores. Aka you are already setting your own one of a kind style. Secondly, all the funds go to a good cause. So instead of putting forward your hard earned cash to workers slaving away in a sweat shop, your money is helping a charitable fund.

Below are several pieces I found during my recent op shop adventures. In total I spent $69 and bought 2 dresses, 1 sloppy joe, three pairs of shorts, a necklace and a hat. Can anyone say value for money? I have put together three flat lays of some of my purchases and I will be sure to keep you updated on my op shop adventures.

XOXO











Tuesday, 28 June 2016

Live like you were dying

Not an hour had passed since his surgery as I slowly walked into his room. The lights were off, the curtains slightly drawn, his body outlined only by the machines flashing lights connected to him. Eyes closed, mouth slightly parted; he was so still he almost looked peaceful. I drowned out the sound of yelling, the beeping of machines and I watched him lay there. It was just he and I.

I had heard late night whispers of funeral plans. They spoke of things he wanted and didn’t want. Memories of regret and moments he was worried he would never have.

His eyes fluttered open slightly and he gave me a half-hearted grin, ‘it hurts,’ he said. I didn’t know what to say, what to do, so I stood there and grabbed his hand. For a man so sick he squeezed my hand so tightly and it gave me hope. Hope that everything was going be ok. Hope that in a few days time we would be back bickering again, getting on each other’s nerves and then me sheepishly crawling back to him asking for help.

 ‘It hurts and I am just so tired. I need to rest. Thank you for coming but please just go,’ he said. I turned to walk away but his grip didn’t loosen on my hand. He had asked me to go but he held onto my hand so tightly. For once the man who was always so strong so resilient was now holding on to me for support. It crippled me with fear.

The next morning he awoke to me standing at the base of his bed. My mother clutched his hand, the last 48hrs of stress apparent across her beautiful face. He looked at us and whispered, ‘the first thing I thought of when I came to was, oh thank you, I made it.’

The road ahead may have only just begun but dearest father know I love you. I am here. And we will fight this.

XOXO




Ps apologies for being really quiet, unfortunately my dad is not well. I promise to upload new content soon but in the meantime send positive energy and love out into the universe for anyone who is ill or suffering at the moment.

Wednesday, 15 June 2016

You are the difference




So, far we’ve been told where to be and what to do every second of our life - everything we have ever known our whole life has been outlined for us. If we try to break out from this - we are disciplined. We have created a system which runs us, although we don’t rule the system anymore, the system rules us. 


So now we are trained to be fearful of being different. The funny thing is we are all so different, yet we are all trying to be the same, not out of choice but out of fear. So where are we now? We are at the end of our schooling life and what paths do we have laid out ahead of us? University or a job… nothing else. That’s it. Anything else isn’t supported or allowed. So we decide what the outcome of our life will be at 17 years old.



So where to next? Well this is the real catch - I am willing to offer you 3 million dollars - but here comes the truth no one wants you to know, or they hope you will overlook. I’ll give you 3 million dollars but you have to give me 50 years of your life. You wouldn’t take it and I doubt many would. So then… why do you? You accept what you’re told and you get a job, you work for an average wage for the rest of your life and then you realise you’re now 67 years old. You have a little bit of money saved, but your life expectancy has increased dramatically. You can’t retire so you work another 10. You are now 77 and are thinking of retiring. You check your savings and see what you can spare each year until you are 90. You are just surviving, for the rest of your life.

Now you’ve reached your final few hours. You’re on your death bed and if you are lucky, you are surrounded by your family. You are so thankful of all the times you had and the family you raised. This is the pure joy of life and the whole point of it. In your last few hours you realise, you spent 90% of your life, living in your office, worrying about paying for your bills, scared of speaking out for fear that people may ridicule you. So ultimately you’ve spent your life fearful. Fearful of what might happen, what might not happen and what has happened. 




We believe we have choice, but we don’t - but you don’t know this. The world is being run to profit the few and deny the many. Your whole life you have been tricked into idolising things which are in fact of no value to the human race or this planet. But you think if you achieve money, social status, becoming better than your neighbour, you’ll be happy. You’re lying there in tears because you realise that the only time you should have been comparing yourself to your neighbour was to see if they were in fact okay. You then realise you are still stuck in this mind frame they bred into you. You shouldn’t have only focused on your neighbour but on the planet and everything on it. We have a responsibility to the planet to take care of it and give back more than we take, but we are out of balance. The planet is dying and so are you and you realise there is nothing you can do about it. Your time is running out and you look back and realise that you never completed your life purpose. Then you remember that you’re not dead yet. With what little energy you have left, you write a small but powerful note to those who have not been awakened.

So what will your note say?



The person who wrote this wonderful piece is Em Carey and she has encompassed all I am feeling in several paragraphs. I have been reading it over and over again. Continuing to ask myself, what will my note say? 

Saturday, 11 June 2016

Dear Life




"What if you wake up someday, and you're 65 or 75, and you never got your memoir or novel written; or you didn't go swimming in warm pools and oceans all those years because your thighs were jiggly and and you had a nice big comfortable tummy; or you were just so strung out on perfectionism and people-pleasing that you forgot to have a big juicy creative life, of imagination and radical silliness and staring off into space like when you were a kid? Its going to break your heart. Don't let this happen" 













Shout out to my beautiful partner in crime who will always be the JayZ to my Beyonce 



Monday, 6 June 2016

WOODSTOCK












When I stumbled across the recent look book by Tree of Life I knew I had to share it. Everything about this is perfection, from the Penny Lane inspired fur coat to the embroidered detailing throughout the whole range. I instantly wanted to buy the entire range, run into a field and try and recreate these beautiful images. 

Tree of life you are everything I dream about bottled into one shop. I not only want to dress in these magical creations all day everyday, I also want to deck my house out in all their magical home wares. Oh a girl can dream.

XX