Fashion Twins : Day 30 #100daysofwriting

Time really flies and I can't believe that Brother and I bought our flat just over 2.5 years ago. I think we exceeded most peoples expectations and are absolutely best friends.

Tonight when I got home he wanted shoe advice because we are going to a wedding in the morning. We ended up playing with outfit options and I had to agree that he had actually chosen a great outfit for himself. Who doesn't love a man with style?

I decided I needed an outfit run through too and in turn got his advice. It also boiled down to choosing between two pairs of shoes and Brother suggesting I add a belt!

I really dig stuff like this. I'm really blessed.

Winter Lover : Day 4 #100daysofwriting

Hi all
 

My earlier attempt at a post was awful and it deleted rather easily... So here are some of my late night musings.
 

Winter time is good. I think of layered clothing that narrows the gap between hipster chic and hobo. We all end up looking like little hobos in Winter. You disagree? Look at yourself in your over sized beanie, are those fingerless gloves and a long trailing scarf? In cold desperation did you ignore all concept of matching? Your only option is to stick to neutrals - grey, black, brown, cream, navy and a pop of burgundy. Really, now we all match - uniform hobos.
 

The next aspect is romance. I'm even guilty of sniffing out affection in the cold months. Romance is built next to fires, with layers hiding your hot cross bun rolls - am I the only one who feels that Easter marks the end of carb restrictions? In the Southern Hemisphere at least, I would imagine that Thanksgiving rings in the end of diets in the North?
 

The prospect of romance may even encourage you to brave the rain to hit a yoga class. You may even feel compelled to tame your leg hair in their undercover months and therefore making the Springtime grooming less of a lawn mower affair.
 

Is this post about to romance? Goodness me. Old flames and discarded Summer Loving Prospects are popping out of the woodwork at a rate directly proportional to the dipping mercury. What to do? I've pledged allegiance to rusks for the last two months and I'm starting to look like a traditional Ouma Buttermilk rusk - pale and chunky. Mmmm, I actually sound like the perfect thing to curl up on the couch with; blankie and cuppa as my back up singers. Could I, with my rusk-like physique be the perfect winter companion?
 

(I need to break into a grin here)
 

I will keep you updated on my search for the perfect winter companion - don't be surprised it just turns out to be Arizona.

xxx

Fond Regrets #100creativedays Day 59

Fond regrets... It sounds like the salutation at the end of a negative RSVP.

I don't like to say that I regret my own decisions, especially now that I'm sober. So I'm not saying that I regret some of my decisions today, just that they weren't all well thought out, specifically with regards to food.

Good decisions today include: my outfit, totally cute and comfy combo of a Nordic print mini with tights, ankle boots and topped with an oversized, drop shouldered jersey in marled grey rib that my mom got from Hypermarket in the 90's - my dad had an identical one! I got so many compliments! Maybe also because for the last few days I've actually bothered with make up? A light brush of concealer, eyeliner, mascara and sometimes a smear of neutral eye-shadow. I'm a hottie!

I was also very honest today and as a result had some very meaningful chats with a variety of people. Why not share my experience, strength and hope? I also reaped the rewards of tolerance and forgiveness.

In light of all this awesomeness, my gluttony and resulting sore swollen belly seem irrelevant? I will fondly decline to confess...

Faux Ginger Woes

When one decides to go RED, one should think of the fashion implications.... last weekend I went shopping and headed to the fitting room with a gorgeous coral coloured dress.... totally forgetting that I am now a redhead.... Coral and redheads don't mix too well... I had a real "bitch please" moment when I saw myself in the mirror with a coral dress in hand. Truth be told it wasn't horrendous on, but not ideal....

I did bravely wear a red top to work the other day and manged to pull it off... Obviously, because I'm me :P

I suppose I just need to get used to the change, I've had enough compliments to know that I wasn't a mistake.

Dry Daisies....

.... Rocking The Daisies this weekend, and I'm going, and I will be sober!

It's it be fine... totally fine... I might have to tranqualise myself to get any sleep because I won't be under the sleepy spell of savigon blanc. I might starve a bit.... no burger rolls, pizza, sandwiches, pie.... remind me again why I'm doing this in October? Oh, right, because it's NOT easy....

I'm better off planning my festival wardrobe....