It feels like it’s been raining forever in Sydney. Forever. I know, I know, Dr Phil would say that “forever” is catastrophic language and we shouldn’t use catastrophic language. But I think you and I both know that the real catastrophe is the fact that I watch Dr Phil.
“My shoes made me do it!” said no one ever. Except me, because I needed an excuse to eat burgers today.
Don’t adjust your screens, this post is preeeeeetty much all grey and white.
So. My last outfit post was all about being bored of my basics and wanting to up the ante on my daily outfits. I’ve been doing pretty well I think, but suddenly all my outfits are grey, white and denim again. WTF? But wait! It’s not all bad. It didn’t seem economical to ignore all my basics (which let’s be honest, is 98% of my wardrobe), so I thought I’d work on styling them up instead.
Everyone who knows me knows that I have a “mum uniform”. I wear my uniform so frequently I even have the tan lines to prove it. My staple is: denim shorts (or jeans in cooler weather) and a singlet or t-shirt, in varying shades of grey. On my feet I wear either a pair of Converse kicks or Ipanema flip-flops. And hair up.
And that my friends, is the mundanity that is my wardrobe.
What to do with my hair? The age old question, the philosophical conundrum and the ultimate time waster. Women the world over mull over their locks. To grow it long, to cut it short, to colour, to nurture, to perm (which is like, so 80’s), to straighten (the GHD-revolution), to just do something… because I’m sure I speak for our entire species when I say we are just all So Bored Of Our Hair. 99% of the time.
6pm is not too late for a nap is it? I asked that of the wise twitterati and it was with great glee that I was told, no, no 6pm is certainly not too late for a nap.
And lucky that because wow, did I need that nap. My weekend began with a fancy dinner and ended with an indulgent lunch, and in between? There was a lot of gluttony going on and like any good little piggy, I just needed to sleep it off.