Man I Feel Like A Woman

Purchase no.2 - white Church's brogues.

Indeed

Twinkle Toes

Purchase no. 1 - Jimmy Choo sequin lizard ballerinas.

So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, adieu!

And so a new chapter begins. The ending of this week kickstarts the last-week countdown before my new job begins.

This week I'll be posting pics of my latest purchases, acquired quickly before my soon-to-be-relinquished discount expires next friday...

Well, I did say I'd buy my wish list if I got the job...silly me.

Tune in tomorrow to check out purchase no. 1...

"I'd like to thank my friends, my family..."

Better late than never, eh?

The delectable New Favourite Thing kindly tagged me after receiving the Happy 101 award where she listed 'dancing like a loon' and 'silliness' as just two of her top 10 favourite things. And so in return, I duly list my top 10 favourite things.

1. Late night cocktails at the George V, Paris

2. Salted popcorn

3. Camden Passage, particularly Annie’s Vintage

4. Drunken boardgames with my nearest and dearest (you know who you are)

5. My girls

6. En famille

7. Isabel Marant’s s/s 2010 collection

8. My wedding rings

9. Cheese

10. Morgan

To pass the torch, so to speak, I tag the following to share in the love:

Emma Louise Layla
Karla's Closet
Show Me Your Wardrobe
Style and The City
Fafferazzi
Alice in Wardrobe Wonderland
Disney Roller Girl
Bohemian Musings
Lovely Bohemia
Rag Pony

Always and Forever

Please excuse the 3 month hiatus.

Since I last posted, I've partied in Hong Kong, suntanned in Perth and lost my beloved mother to a 5-year battle with dementia and subsequent 5-day illness with pneumonia.

So, in a bid to get my arse into gear and get my life back on track (there's everything cliché about wanting to get your necessities in order following a bereavement), I post these pics in tribute to my beautiful mum, someone who inspired me when she lived and continues to do so, wherever she's travelling now.

Sx

We'll Always Have Paris

Paris is undoubtedly one of my favourite cities to visit. The notion that with every turn you take you could walk out onto a cobbled path littered with vintage shops, or pass two friends playing chess on the balcony with tumblers of red wine or stumble upon a beaten-up cafe, hazy with smoke but serving saliva-inducing croque monsieurs; its insouciance is infectious and with every visit I fall more hopelessly in love.

All images - weheartit