I never thought I’d be one of those sweatshirts and denim kinda girls. Well, not since my teenage years at least, but I’ve well and truly succumbed to the allure of a washed out, crisp pair of denim. Weekend adventures often call for more than a velvet kitty flat and a PVC skirt; instead, my uniform of choice has been a soft silk blouse, one of Everlane’s cosy boyfriend sweatshirts, and a pair of low heeled mules – because why not take advantage of Sydney’s mild winter weather?
And as a PSA to all those looking to build on their winter wardrobe, or get a head start on their summer one (if you’re from the Southern Hemisphere, that is), Net-A-Porter are currently offering an additional 20% off with code SALE20 and you can nab an extra 20% off sale items at Matches Fashion with EXTRA20, including this Lover lace skirt, which at 70% off, is more than a bargain!
Sundays, spent lying in bed shaking off the last remnants of a virus. Spent curled up under crispy crinkled freshly washed sheets. Spent soaking up the final few articles of your favourite magazine. Spent longing for another Saturday. Spent enjoying the last sachet of your favourite herbal tea. Spent enjoying the company of a loved one. Sundays as they always should be.
I’d hazard a guess that most women have a pair of blue washed denim hidden away in their wardrobes, or strewn haphazardly across the back of a chair. They’re the easiest thing to throw on during a lazy weekend, running errands and catching up with friends, yet somehow they’re one of the few things that my own wardrobe has been lacking all these years. Pinpointing why wasn’t difficult, because if there’s anything I dislike as much as shopping for swimsuits, it’s shopping for a pair of jeans. Maybe it’s about being in the right mindset, or maybe it’s about finding the exact style that works best for me, as we all know that with the many styles, washes, and lets not forget about the fit, the task of finding the right pair can be an arduous one at best.
Keeping in mind that I’m after a pair of skinny fit denim, I’ve decided to stick to what I know; J Brand, Nobody Denim and Frame Denim, because, you can’t really go too wrong with the tried and true, right? The photo ready, cult skinny, and le skinny de jeanne have me pretty much sold with their slim fit, ankle grazing style and mid-blue washes, however I’m pretty open to suggestion. Do you have a tried and true favourite? x
More sandals for winter – goes against the grain a little, doesn’t it? But given that in mid-July a jacket-less, bare legs excursion outdoors is not out of the question, I’d almost peg them as an evening necessity. Whilst I’m not generally one to give in to the trends of the season, a little bit of forward planning never hurt, especially when you’re buying on sale. Never mind the fact that 75% of my sale purchases just so happened to be shoes…
I’ve already found plenty of excuses to get some wear out of these space age mules, from dressing up a casual sweatshirt and jeans combo to balancing out a full midi skirt. And for all those years I thought I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing a pair of mules? Lesson learned; never say never.
I try to eat healthy. Well, mostly. Oats with sliced banana every morning, a salad or casserole for lunch and dinner, with plenty of fruit in between. I guess that doesn’t sound half bad, until you factor in the daily sweet treats which have proven too difficult to resist. So with plans of eating less cakes, lollies and chocolates in mind – a hard task given how often they seem to appear in the office – I figured a month without artificial sugar would be enough to set me right. I may have slipped a couple times already, but I figure that’s neither here nor there when you’re already seeing the positive benefits of a small change in attitude and action.
So what better time to start getting organised, right? Instead of relying on a lot of avocado on toast for those quick lunches, I’ve instead taken to preparing nourish bowls (or a hearty salad) the night before work, so it’s ready to go as I dash out the door. The best part? There’s not a lot to it, and it’s easy to incorporate any vegetables or mediterranean style ingredients that you might have to hand. If you haven’t picked up on it yet, I’m a pretty big fan of anything simple. You’ll find a quick guide below on how to prepare my go-to nourish bowl; but don’t forget you can always incorporate your favourite flavours, be in olives, roasted red peppers, chargrilled eggplant or elements of a more carnivorous persuasion.
Nourish Bowl Ingredients:
Quinoa (1 1/2 cups)
Marinated tofu (you can buy this prepackaged alternatively you can marinate your own – I prefer a soy, honey, garlic & chilli combo for the latter option!)
Edamame (1 cup)
Carrots (2x grated)
Broccoli (1 whole – steamed or roasted)
Hummus to serve (either store bought or home made)
For the dressing:
2 large tablespoons of miso paste
1/4 cup rice vinegar
2 tablespoons honey or maple syrup
4 tablespoons sesame oil
2 garlic cloves, crushed
1 inch ginger, finely grated
1. Cook the quinoa either in a rice cooker or over the stove in 3 cups of water (it’s 2:1) in vegetable stock.
2. Meanwhile, prepare your other ingredients
– grate carrots
– slice broccoli into florets and cook to taste (either roast or steam)
– cook edamame in boiling water for approximately 4-5 minutes
– fry off the tofu until crispy on the outside and tender on the inside (it will look slightly golden)
3. For the dressing, whisk all the ingredients together. Feel free to add some olive oil or some water to thin in out a little and adjust ingredients as desired.
4. Prepare the nourish bowl with all your toppings, drizzle a generous amount of dressing over the top and eat!
Mel wears Shakuhachi marble bustier dress, Isabel Marant sandals & Christopher Kane clutch
There’s no question that Mel of Joy Hysteric rarely puts a foot wrong. It doesn’t seem to matter whether she’s wearing a pair of loose boyfriend jeans, or glommed up in this marbled Shakuhachi number, it just works; tattoos and all. Maybe it’s the attitude, or maybe she just possesses that certain je nais se quoi, but whichever way you look at it, she’s always one to keep an eye out for come Fashion Week.
It would seem I am always looking for something. The perfect pair of jeans, the perfect sweatshirt, the perfect shade of red lipstick. Though I’m always quick to make allowances. Finding the perfect anything is nigh on impossible, especially when considering how quickly our tastes are likely to change. Two weeks, six months, one year from now; will you still be just as enamoured with your ‘perfect’ piece as when you first bought it? Experience would tell me no, however shoes are a completely different story altogether. Finding the right shoe is like hitting the sartorial jackpot, deigned to be worn until the soles are filling with holes and the scuffing at the toe is far beyond repair.
Over the years I’ve found a few pairs of what I would consider to be the ‘perfect’ pair of shoes. The ones I wore until the heel snapped off, or the sole wore thin, or the pair which needed polish on the many scuffs at the toe to make what was old seem new again. I’d found my perfect pair of black heels – from Topshop of all places – only to discover the heel had snapped in half during transit to Australia. Disheartened, and down a pair of shoes, the search began once again. Taking a leaf out of the pages of many of my Australian counterparts, I looked to Witchery for a pair of calf hair heels that two wears in proved to be a size too big. Then I tried to take the easy route, purchasing a second pair from Topshop, only to find upon arrival that the interior was synthetic. And so it’s continued.
There aren’t too many requirements. A heel which is not to high not too low (three inches high is always a good place to start), a pointed toe, and hardy enough to sustain the odd scuff. Oh, and they must always, always be leather.
During the weekend, with a little too much time on my hands and a little push in the (hopefully) right direction from some fashion-attuned friends, I took the opportunity to pick up a pair of Isabel Marant’s new poppy heels from Net-a-Porter, with an additional 20% off their discounted price (with the code SALE20), mind you. Are these the ones? Well, I sure hope so. Otherwise it’s back to square one, hopelessly searching for my perfect pair of black suede heels.
Truth be told, I’m not really in the market for a new bag, but a quiet weekend in with a little too much extra time on my hands – a rarity if there ever was one these days – always sees you seeking out the unnecessary. The four pairs of sandals I desperately need even though I can barely feel my toes with the winter chill, the gold and silver fine rings to delicately sit between my knuckles, or a new leather shoulder bag; because a girl can never have too many bags… right?
I’m all for forward thinking, and with that in mind, I think I’ve already found my next bag (when the time comes of course). Smooth black calf leather, structured, and with contrasting gold hardware, it isn’t a far cry from the bag I’ve held so near and dear to my heart since relentlessly hunting it down in New York. My PS11 may be looking a little wise for wear – three years of being battered and bruised will do that to a bag – though it’s far from being relegated to the archives. It is a bag that is full of memories, fragments of time, joyous occasions and spontaneous excursions, that I’m loathe to let it gather dust on a shelf for too long. Besides, change can always wait.
I’m not sure if it’s the transition to winter, or the back to back episodes of Mad Men I’ve been watching every night, but I’ve found myself wholeheartedly jumping behind the trend towards more modest hemlines (and an equally modest neckline). This midi – so long it’s almost maxi – skirt has been on high rotation since snagging it the other month, the length more than making up for any drop in temperature.
It would seem out of character for me to be seen in anything but a pair of heels; though honestly? I’ve taken to dashing about in my Porselli ballet flats, which almost 1 year in, have broken in splendidly if you forgive the odd scuff at the toe. But when the day is slow, and I’m in less of a rush, there’s nothing like a pair of pointed toe pumps to make a girl feel like a lady, especially with a midi skirt in tow.