Thursday, 31 December 2015

As the Clock Strikes


lil set of unseen photos from my melbourne trip earlier this year
Hello my loves, you didn't think I was done for the year did you? Clearly I didn't get to give my closing post and amp you all up for the year ahead, so whilst many of you are probably out there enjoying the fireworks and soaking up the last moments of 2015, I'm here. Here being the comfort of my bed vigorously delivering the closing post to wrap up one hell of a year. And let's be honest I am perfectly okay with that. The year flew by in a blur and the festive season was hardly a season to me, just another few days in the calendar, New Year's Eve was no different, a little saddening yes but the truth is the truth. It's not to say this year hasn't been an amazing one, 2015 was good to me in so many ways and provided countless new opportunities yet I can hardly recount it in a few sentences, so whilst I reminisce to myself in the final hour, let me open you up to the future. 364 days ago I posted my goals for the upcoming year, it's safe to say I can cross one maybe two off the list, but not all of them. After a little thinking and before re-reading that post, I made a list of my goals for 2016 and let's just say, not much has changed. The things I didn't achieve in the last year are carrying into the new year with the addition of a few new goals. 2016 comes with the mindset to meet new people, connect more and share more with all of you. 

While you can head back and take a refresh on my goals and tips here: Page 1

I'll leave you with my closing quote:
"Let her sleep for when she wakes, she will move mountains." - Napoleon Bonparte

I hope you all give yourselves the rest you deserve in the new year and move your own mountains, and as always, make 2016 your year and leave it with a bang. Here's yours truly signing off for 2015 and signing up for 2016.

Till Next Time,

- C xx

Tuesday, 22 December 2015

Clear Skies
























Top: Glassons // Skirt: Jeanswest // Shoes: Lipstik // Sunglasses: Quay
Late nights, sock tans, salty hair and sunkissed skin, welcome to the eternal summer. That is the ideal picture painted in my mind of the next 6 weeks, this outfit reminiscent of my ideal summer colour palette. Maxi skirts I'm still a little on the fence about, sometimes I love them, at other times they just seem to trap the heat and be a pain. With the new year rolling round and my promise to wear everything in my closet at least once, well here goes that maxi skirt off the list of things to wear. And yet again, the flowy white off the shoulder silhouette is back, and I'm not going to rave on for paragraphs about it and bore you so just prepare yourself, this summer you'll see an endless feature of white tops. Taking a step away from the photos and back to reality, the irony is that today it's cold and pouring down like no tomorrow. And yours truly is about to be late (in the time of writing this) so keeping the rest short and sweet, here's me wishing all of you a Merry Christmas and an amazing New Year.

Till next time,

- C xx


Wednesday, 2 December 2015

Sundaze


























Top: Somedays Lovin' // Shorts: Topshop // Belt: Princess Polly // Shoes: Lipstik // Rings: Lovisa
 Summer is officially knocking on our doorsteps, in fact its already invited itself in, which is both a blessing and a curse. The heat means a countdown to the holidays, six weeks of pure bliss free of school and of course new trends and outfits just begging to be worn. Sometimes though, the heat is overbearing, stupidly humid even, which is why this year I've found myself so much more committed to wearing white. Maybe it's in the trends (which it is) but I've found myself slowly piling in more and more editions of flowy white shirts with off the shoulder cuts, cropped lengths and bell sleeves. The carefree, light vibrant vibe has been my go to of late, channelling my inner Vanessa Hudgens that is all about that boho festival look. As of right now I'm counting down the days until this becomes my everyday uniform rather than the stifling white blouses tucked into heavy structured skirts. 

Till next time,

- C xx