Lover millie lace dress (worn as a skirt), Country Rd peplum top (similar), Celine buckle sandals, Proenza Schouler PS11 bag

Some things tend to go on forgotten, usually as we move on to new things in our life, or turn our focus elsewhere. Sometimes, the cause is just that there is too much to think about that a few slip between the cracks, with ideas or thoughts only reinforced when we take a moment to take it down, on a small scrap of paper or on a notebook.

While more of a frivolous fancy than an idea which has failed to see the light of day, two things almost forgotten in my wardrobe are this Lover lace dress and these Celine sandals I dragged Luke around half of Paris to buy. The former, I’ve had little inspiration to wear, until it occurred to me that this silky blouse had sleeves cropped at just the perfect length to wear loosely over top. The latter, while I am quite loathe to admit this, have unfortunately not been quite so comfortable as I had anticipated upon buying them; often overlooking them in favour of a shoe I am not dying to take off within the first four hours of wear (one can only imagine the state of my feet following a full day in these). A disappointment which I have not seen echoed around the inter-webs, which has me thinking that perhaps these shoes are just too narrow for me.

It has me wondering about the things that are oft forgotten or sidelined, no matter how much value – sentimental or otherwise – that we place on them, is there any true value in holding on to them? Hidden in a closet amongst a number of other garments, or packed away neatly in a box at the back of a cupboard, there are some things that I just don’t derive pleasure from owning, and sometimes it just becomes something you own; stuff not otherwise acknowledged. I’ve moved away from the concept of saving things for a special occasion, instead choosing to wear or use the things that I treasure on a regular, if not daily basis, a constant reminder of why I purchased it in the first place. I suppose, the question that I’m posing to myself then, based on this knowledge, and the knowledge I apply to all my other possessions, is, should the shoes stay or go? Thoughts?

Outfit: The beauty of a tailor

ASOS lace dress, Karen Walker cardigan & belt (similar), Charlotte Olympia kitty flats, Kate of Arcadia leather clutch (similar), KW & SGC rings, H&M necklace

Throughout the last few weeks of positively sterling weather, I have, for the large part, seemed to have almost entirely overlooked a section of my wardrobe. Comprised almost exclusively of lace dresses at this point, or ‘mini’ dresses, either of which are certainly inappropriate in most instances, my subconscious choice has been to just, not go there. But, when the sun is shining like it has been, eventually there seems no other logical option than quickly throwing on a pale-toned dress, and slipping on some shoes before heading out the door.

I probably haven’t worn this since I was in Paris last year, which in one way shows the turnaround of some of wear for some of my clothing, albeit skewed as it has since been taken in after I finally admitted to myself that it would appeal to me much more if it weren’t a size too big. Perhaps just the push I needed to make more of an effort to get things tailored, instead of settling for a close-to-perfect fit or not at all, when all other factors and details reach the mark. One of a kind, yet the same?

Poppy pleats please

Alexander Wang singlet, Lover poppy pleated skirt, Topshop blazer (similar), Diane von Furstenburg heels, Marc by Marc Jacobs bolt bracelet, Karen Walker necklaces, Proenza Schouler PS11 bag

You know those nights where you are having so much fun that the thought to take more then just a few photo’s completely escapes your mind? Well that’s exactly what happened when I met up with Vulette from Young Red Violets and Nina from New Shoes in Town last night at Pickle. As you can imagine, the three of us gossiped about all things fashion, including this article from IFB, new Wellington eateries that we need to check out, and life in general, all while enjoying some delicious eats at Pickle. Considering how small Wellington is, it isn’t often that you come across bloggers who are like-minded, as as lovely as these two girls. With Vulette here only for a few weeks, I’m hoping that this isn’t our only chance to catch up.

Diane von Furstenburg leopard print heels

Diane von Furstenburg ‘April’ leopard print pumps

I’m one of those people who is constantly compiling lists. Lists for groceries, lists of errands to run, lists of things to cull from my wardrobe, lists of things missing from my wardrobe… After much thought, and careful consideration of the contents of my wardrobe, it occurred to me that one of the things that was missing was a pair of leopard print heels. For the most part, I suppose I consider them more of a novelty than anything else, although then I would probably be talking about the greater part of my wardrobe. Admittedly, not my first pair of leopard shoes, but rather my second, or perhaps third, it’s too easy to forget. A few years back I purchased a pair of leopard spot high heel booties, and it didn’t take me long to realise that they were all wrong for me, in essence killing any inclination to own a pair of leopard print shoes, until now.

As with most purchases, my initial thought before I head to the counter, or press “buy now”, is ‘how many different ways can I wear this?’, with my mind set at four as a minimum. Of course my second thought is generally ‘do I own something similar?’, although realistically that rarely seems to factor into the purchasing equation. It didn’t take me long to dream up my first four outfits, combining things like clashing prints, striped top and skirt combos, denim of all colours, and of course a simple black dress.

Do you own a pair of leopard print heels? If so, how do you wear them?

Ever unchanged

Glassons peplum top (similar), Witchery skirt (similar), Acne cardigan, Karen Walker belt & bracelet, KW x Beau Coop shoes

I seem to have stumbled across a treasure trove of sorts, outfits that I seemingly forgot I took photo’s of. The sweet irony being that none of those photo’s seem any less relevant today, perhaps a tell about my current feelings towards my wardrobe. Essentially a projection of some of my current favourites, which for the moment, seem unchanging;  my continued appreciation for peplums, lace, longline cardigans and flat shoes.