As we get to the end of February and realise we're only a month away from being one quarter of the way through the year our new found motivation to make better choices and to dive into new adventures is probably fading away as quickly as the smell of Christmas trees and the confetti from our NYE bashes. Like a January 1st hang over, the after taste of our short lived hopes is unpleasant and unwelcome.
I'm not much of a fan of Summer (as you can probably tell by my lack of a tan) unless a snowman named Olaf is singing about it through my car speakers with the air con on full blast. But every now and then, when everything calms down and I realise I have nowhere to be and no one waiting for me anywhere, I don't mind a few hours laying in sun by myself and a book.
I think we can all admit that time is a scary and cruel mistress. I swear it was only last week that I was playing hide and seek in the bottom field of my primary school. It was only last Friday that I was navigating high school and on Saturday morning I was deciding whether I should study French or German. On Sunday I was 17 and drinking Fosters beer because it's all I could afford, right?
I'm fittingly, given the pattern of this top, listening to the Hitchhiker's Guide to Galaxy radio show while I write this. If I had my way I'd be hanging out with Arthur, Ford and Zaphod plotting our escape from Vogon's, but alas I'm taking a short coffee break at work to type this up - something Zaphod would never put up with.
I recently read a meme that said "You say I'm wearing too much black but all I here is 'I look great'" and realised I've been un-knowingly following this mantra my whole life. So, although my tastes or views on wearing black haven't changed, I've been making a concerted effort of late not to dress like Wednesday Adam's every single day.
This year I am hosting a Christmas dinner, which has been dubbed by my friends as, 'A Real Grown Up Party'. Apparently when you're 23 and a party is focussed more on the food than the alcohol (and everyone is expected to eat at the same time) you know you're no longer an irresponsible teenager, but a self-respecting young adult.
Let's skip straight over the "Mary who?"'s and straight into the fact that I'm not wearing the colour black (the shoes don't count) or jeans. It's a monumental moment that in all likely hood won't happen again for a long time, so we should really appreciate it while it lasts.
Last weekend my friend Daniel and I headed down to Canberra to explore their annual flower festival, Floriade. Despite getting lost and adding an hour to our trip (which just meant that I had more time to torture him with Miley Cyrus songs) we made it down in one piece.
Somehow I managed to mix my two obsessions together, midi skirts and stripes. I may not have quite been able to break out of my black and white colour craze just yet but I still feel that this outfit is a step in the direction of spring and brighter tones.
I am a big supporter of expensive staple pieces that you can use and love for the rest of your life but let's not downplay the importance and value that comes in the form of affordable easy to wear finds.
I've recently started a college course, which means I work full time hours Saturday through to Tuesday and I'm in class Wednesday through to Friday. Yes, that was my social life you just saw whiz past you into the abyss.
There's something about crisp white pieces with clean straight edges that I just can't resist. I've spoken previously about how I avoid a-line skirts so I took a giant leap of faith in ordering this skirt.
Margaret Zhang is my spirit animal. If I could dress like her everyday, I would. Unfortunately, my bank account isn't a huge fan of my obsession. So I have spent the last few hours pulling together some cheap(er) copy-cat outfits.
Last weekend I woke up bright and early (a huge feet for me as anyone who knows me will tell you) to help out fellow blogger/friend/cousin-in-law (shh it's totally a thing) Erika Rax with a DIY skincare project.
If you have never done, or heard of, a Post-a-Parcel you're missing out on life. Okay, maybe not that much, but you're missing out on a lot of fun and annoying your family by turning your whole house into the equivalent of a Kindergarten craft table.
Today is the day you make the most important decision of your life (if you take out all the big stuff such as mortgages, study, baby making and generally anything that effects stable income) - today's the day you order Frank Coffee Scrub.
It seems these days you can't call yourself a 'fashion blogger' unless you've posted at least 4 photos of yourself on Instagram wearing a structured white skirt (most likely a 'skort') and a black crop.