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Happy 3 1/2 year anniversary Mikey! ❀️
(haha any excuse to post one of my fave pics of us, right?!)

and yes – i know! we don’t actually celebrate our half year anniversaries, but it’s today and I came across this photo of me almost flashing out the front of City Hall, so here we are πŸ™‚

We’ve got such a busy week ahead of us and somehow the weather is meant to be somewhat spring-like! (Well, for 3 days at least!) fingers crossed! I might even be able to bust out a few of my new vintage dresses along with my unbearably pale legs! Haha please be kind Melbourne!

Wednesday night we have dinner plans with friends we haven’t seen since before we got married (see! Tying in the wedding pic to the post! πŸ˜‰ haha), so we’ve definitely got loads to catch up on there!

Then Thursday we’re heading out for dinner and a movie – namely to see the new Nick Cave film One More Time With Feeling. It’s showing at 9pm at a whole host of cinemas all over the country (and world even!), before his new album Skeleton Tree drops tomorrow and it’s bound to stir up the emotions! I’m packing a box of tissues just in case (I have a habit of crying at everything!)

Friday night is burger night (one of my favourite traditions!), while Saturday and Sunday are going to be slow lazy days filled wth brunch and coffe dates – my favourite! ❀️

I know it doesn’t seem that busy to most, but I’m a total homebody – especially on weeknights! I work Monday to Friday and after work it’s straight home for dinner – it’s a habit I find hard to break. While I would love to be spontaneous, weeknights are sacred home-time to me ♥ In saying that, i’m definitely looking forward to the break in routine. You’ve got to stir things up every now and then.

Alright, let’s get this week started!


Me Seasons

slow down

And somehow it’s September…

While I’m sad to say farewell to my birthday month, I’m definitely glad to see the end of this horrible back pain! This past week and a half has definitely tested my patience, and also taught me that I need to learn to slow (and calm) down.
I’ve always known it’s not one of my strong points, but I never realised just how difficult it is for me to relax! What’s with that?!

I’m my own worst critic, always, and I find a way to overanalyse anything and everything! There’s nothing like being stuck in bed to show you your complete lack of patience. (case in point – right after doing my back in I walked to work! I missed the bus and instead of just calling in sick, I struggled through to get there, only to be rightfully sent home! So stubborn!)

So for September I want to learn to slow down a little (a lot?), take a deep breath, stop overanalysing and just be and live more in the moment…
Definitely not too much to ask, right?

Happy first few days of Spring (or Fall for my friends up north!)

Today is for coffee and donuts and fresh flowers from the farmers market (always!) ♥


Me vintage

I love you again

Facebook just reminded me that it’s been 3 years to the day since I debuted my (online) vintage store I love you again at my first ever market! Wow…I look like such a baby in the above photo! haha (I also still have that dress, though it’s super delicate and i’m a little too scared to wear it anywhere!)

And while it feels like only yesterday, it also feels like a lifetime ago!

I’m still not sure how I feel about it all to be honest…I felt a lot of shame for quite a while – I felt (and still probably do feel) like I failed. And fear of failure is what stopped me from starting earlier, so you can only imagine having not made a success of it has only impacted even more…It’s definitiely a sore spot for me, even looking at some of the photos from my stalls and photoshoots is quite painful. This may explain why I deleted my website, put my etsy store on indefinite holiday-mode and deleted all but 10 of my instagram photos…I guess it’s something I’ll need to work through…

A little over a year ago I decided to get rid of everything. We hired a van, loaded it up and took everything to a local market. I sold through half of my vintage clothing in an hour (mostly to one person…) and by the end of the day I felt lighter and happier than I had in years. I realised that being a vintage seller was not for me, and I was ok with that.
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We had another stall at the local market, shifted even more stock and managed to bring the rest back from our storage unit (prior to that everything had been housed in our one bedroom apartment…! Don’t even get me started!). I planned on bulk-listing the remaining stock online to shift the last of it, but after weeks of procrastination I’d had enough. Everything was bundled up and Mike hauled it away to donate to charity stores.

Now I did keep one small bag of items I just couldn’t part with (and these are still living under my bed) and my personal wardrobe grew slightly as I filtered some dresses back into rotation…but that was that. I had a self imposed ban on buying any vintage or even going into an op-shop (thrift store) for fear of a relapse, but after 6 months I finally got over it. I went op-shopping and bought one gorgeous vintage dress (that I’ve already worn a half dozen times) and that has been that.
The internet does make it more difficult, and I’ve had to show a lot of restraint of late…though I splurged and bought myself 3 vintage dresses for my birthday (that’s what birthdays are for, right?!)

I still love vintage you see – vintage dresses have forever been my weakness. I still love buying and wearing them for myself, and I don’t see that changing anytime soon.

I’ve had ample time to dissect it all – everything I did, where I went wrong (where I went right!), and what I would do differently if I were to ever venture down that path again. Not to say that I am. I haven’t exactly closed the door, but for the moment I’m happy just buying vintage for pleasure.

Even though so much changes, some things remain the same…

Thanks for the memories Facebook! Here’s to more growing and learning…



It’s my birthday!

Today I turn 33 years old! 33?! Where did the time go?

I’m spending my birthday at work – for the first time ever! I figure that if everyone I know and love is working, it’s pointless spending my day at home alone!

Mike spoiled me with breakfast, coffee and presents in bed, and then it was off to meet my girls for breakfast number two! πŸ˜‰ I made the mistake of waffles for breakfast, so I’m in the midst of a sugar coma right now – I don’t even think I have room for donuts?!! (Whaaaat???)

So hip hip hooray for me! Here’s to 33 being my best year yet! β™₯



pink hair

and just like that, my dream hair is finally a reality ♥

i’ve been dreaming of pink hair for years – maybe as far back as high school (when i had a very brief moment with some red fudge during schoolies week…) but candy pink hair that looks like a dreamy kind of fairy floss has been my ultimate hair goal for a while now. My platinum hair was only supposed to be a stepping stone towards my candy haired dreams, but i kind of got off track after falling in love with that too! whoops! haha
James from Cut the Crap is a total hair wizard! ♥ not only did he give me the dreamiest platinum locks for the past 6 months, but now i’ve got the pink hair of my dreams! the underneath is a pale pastel pink while the rest is a rather bold pink (though it’s nowhere near as bright in person…at least i don’t think it is! hah)
it somehow manages to make my pale melbourne skin look tanned too, which is a definite plus! πŸ˜‰

i’m excited to see how it will change and fade as time goes on, maybe an all over pastel dream? streaks of different colours due to my previous years of foils? who knows! i’m so excited either way and i know i’ll be documenting the crap out of this dream hair season! what better way to brighten up a gloomy winter than with a super bright colour injection?!

#pinkhairdontcare am i right?!


july feels

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June has come and gone, leaving in its wake a flurry of words and posts written but not shared.
and it’s not for a lack of words – no no, i’m practically overflowing with those. bursting at the seams (or so it seems…)
it’s more that the words seem strange, almost foreign to me. like i’m a stranger in my own body. a very confusing way to put it, but probably the best way to describe it.

i’ve spent the past 2 weeks finally listening to my body and resting – a lot. constantly pushing myself takes its toll and now all i seem to want to do is sleep. sleep in, sleep early and sleep deep – filling my mind with vivid dreams, blurring the lines between what is real and what is fantasy. a wonderfully confusing state to be in.

i can be kind to so many people, yet it turns out i’m not really that kind to myself. or patient – no, i’m definitely not patient with myself at all. i expect a lot from myself and i’m my own worst (and most awful) critic and after a while it all tends to get a bit old. well first it wears you down, of course, but time after time you finally begin to see it for what it really is…and you just want to get off that damn merry-go-round.

i’m feeling all the feels and i’m feeling them deep, but i’m also trying to be a little kinder to myself. to be softer. yes – softer. i read a beautiful article over on the darling blog about being soft and one line in particular really stuck with me

“A soft heart is a beautiful thing, don’t let the world make your heart hard”

it’s so true, because that’s what life is all about. taking in all the beauty, making all the little moments count and making the time to slow down and savour it all. finding what it is that makes you happy and doing it. no matter how silly or insignificant it may seem. it will always be worth it.

i’ve managed to stir up some conflicting emotions within myself. questioning old habits i instinctively turn to, and breaking down the barriers to why i do what i do. a simple question is all it takes to dismantle old truths. truths that no longer serve you and have never really served you. it’s both fascinating and terrifying at the same time. so many changes come out of it, and one by one you find yourself shedding more layers, stepping out of your own shadow and emerging into the here and now.

so i guess that’s where i currently find myself. stepping out of my own shadow, still unsure of what i’m doing and questioning everyting…and it’s pretty damn fine ♥


colds and flu and sunny holidays

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My week away was full of family, food, sunshine…and a cold! by day two of my holiday i was down and out for the count (so much for warmth and sunshine filling my bones!) pretty sure that was my body relaxing a little too much! (this photo was of my sick face between naps on my brothers birthday! hah! so sickly!)

i suppose kudos to my body for choosing to get sick at the best place possible – my Mamas – where i was able to just relax and be looked after πŸ™‚ thanks Mama β™₯
seriously – extra plush tissues, vicks inhalers and vapodrops, strepsils, vitamin c powder and salt water gargling were all enforced, most of which om too lazy to do when im sick at home/work.
i also got ample amounts of sun, even getting burnt while sitting in the sun for brunch! haha im the greatest!

it’s rather fortuitous that while on a daytrip to Byron Bay i decided to pick up this lemon, honey and ginger mix – which turned out to be exactly what i would drink a few winters ago to ward away colds! yes! i managed to finish the entire bottle, so i’ll have to try and find a local supplier down here!

i spent so much time sleeping and just lounging around smothered in Vicks in a big fluffy gown and toasty slippers! oh – and binge watching Gino D’Acampo cooking all over Italy while snacking on tasty foods! haha Hotel Mama for the win πŸ˜‰

the trip was a success in that i was able to celebrate my brothers birthday with him, eat so much tasty food and see all my loved ones β™₯ there’s really nothing more you can ask for (apart from
not getting sick…but i digress…)

so now it’s back to Melbourne – back to winter and back to work. have a happy week everyone. hopefully i can kick this cold soon


a blazer i can’t stop thinking about

i was just about to write a wish list post to schedule for Monday (as i’m heading away for the week), where this blazer from Scotch & Soda would be right at the top of my list.
I fell in love with in when i was shopping with my Mama and Aunty, but at $449 it was a little beyond my budget πŸ™

enter right at this very moment, where i decide to blog about it and as i find the link for it i see that it’s on sale. for $269.

i didn’t want to try it on when i first saw it. i knew i would love it and i knew i could not justify a purchase like that, especially seeing as i purchased a jacket and 2 coats earlier in the year (in preparation for winter). but then i caved and tried it on and started pining straight away. i’m pretty sure i spent the entire afternoon convincing myself why i didn’t need this pretty sparkly blazer (with the adorable star pin) in my life…

so now i need help.
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tell me all the reasons i need/don’t need this jacket!

let me start the ball rolling:

it’s super delicate and covered in teeny tiny beads (just waiting to be snagged on all the things i bump into during the day!) and is dry clean only.
it’s also so darling and could dress up or dress down almost anything. and i love it (did i mention that already?) ♥

your turn πŸ˜‰


Autumn has got me like woaaah

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Weekends are my jam at the moment! β™₯

The sun has been shining, it’s been unseasonably warm and I’ve been packing so much in, while also managing to get that healthy dose of relaxation (totally necessary for me to function during the week! That and coffee of course!)

My plans of blogging all Friday night disappeared at about 9pm, when I put my head down to ‘rest’ and slept all the way through to Saturday! Mind you – Mike and his friends were in the lounge with a movie blasting and that didn’t stop me! Haha clearly I was exhausted!

I’ve spent a lot of the past week pondering why I’m blogging again and what the purpose of this blog is…and I’ve realised that I just really enjoy writing! More than that even, I love being able to share little pieces of my life and I love the friendships that I’ve made through blogging over the years β™₯  plus it gives me a reason to go through and sort out all of my photos, rather then just letting them languish in my iPhoto library (all 53,000+ of them..!)

Blogging pushed me to try new things. I delve headfirst into vintage after existing solely in denim and tees for most of my teens/early adult life. Hell – I currently don’t even own a pair of jeans at the moment! (I ripped my only pair a few weeks ago and it was a sad sad day πŸ™ )

I hoarded vintage, opened a vintage store (online and at markets), closed said vintage store and then sold off (or donated) all of the remaining stock. I evolved from a true maximalist with a love of all things eclectic and clashing to a person I didn’t even know – craving minimalism and simplicity. I got married, found a lump in my breast, travelled extensively and turned my blog friends into real life friends, all the while grappling (as we all do) with who I was and where I fit in this world.

And that’s the thing – a blog is like an elevated journal. Because sure, you need to put your words and thoughts and fears out there, and it may be pretty daunting at first, but once you get over that you realise that your words connect with people. That you are not the only one of your species – with your strange likes and quirks (I do a happy dance and hum when eating foods I really love! And I have no idea I’m doing it! Hah! So great)

It’s a virtual soundboard and meeting place – somewhere you can put all of your thoughts and ideas and get back answers and suggestions and encouragement.

I really missed that. So much.

So that’s why I’ve started blogging again. To challenge myself to get out of my comfort zone, to connect with new friends and reconnect with old friends. Maybe even to finally learn how to properly do my makeup (hah! Unlikely but we shall see!) and just to have a little corner to share pieces of my life.
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So, expect way too many photos and a whole lot of rambling…because it’s kind of what I do best πŸ™‚