Jardin d'hiver

Just the other week the boy gave me a wonderful gift; a bicycle to ride around town and hopes at some point we will go mountain biking together but trust me that day is faaar away. So far we've been riding around our neighbourhood and on Sunday went to the beautiful park by the water. It is by far one of my most favourite places in the city, think tropical jungle, a beautiful fernery, wonderful cactii and succulent garden, all in all paradise.

I am tired of wearing winter clothes so my block print obsession has returned with a vengence and I am doing most of my layering under my dresses/tunics these days.

Here are a few photos of what I was wearing plus beautiful plant friends and I went a bit over board with the pictures so be warned, a LOT of images coming up...





















Block print tunic: My beautiful sister, Boots: Sportsgirl, Denim jacket: All saints, Morrocan backpack: Glebe Markets

Morrocan back-pack

Hi! Hope everyone's been great while I've been away dressing like a big blob. I tried refusing to accept the onset of winter and decided to go out tights-less couple of days in a row and was down with flu almost immediately. Needless to say I have resigned myself to the cold and am dressed appropriately for the weather these days. Now that my stupidity is out of the way can we please talk about the back-pack that I am sporting in these pictures?

This super cool French Morrocan guy had the awesome-est stall at the Glebe markets last week and I bought this beauty from him. So basically now that I am all bundled up; my bags, scarves and bindis seem to have become the centre of my outfits, can't say I don't like it.

Happy Thursday world!

To market to market

WARNING: This is a picture heavy post. A lot of people find inspirations at the designer stores or at the high street shops and magazines but me I truly find various markets, colourful stalls, globetrotting sellers and their quirky trawlers the most inspiring. Over the past four years the different weekend markets in Sydney have never failed to stimulate, excite and sometimes stun me with their vibrant wares and creative stall-holders as well as customers. Getting dressed for market hopping is an adventure in itself, meeting kindred fash-spirits and just soaking in the music and the vibe is something that to me is waaaay more fun than going to the latest club. Finding hidden treasures and vintage goodies at rock-bottom prices is the cherry on the already incredibly delicious cake. This week I'd like to share pictures of the markets in Glebe held every Saturday at the local school grounds. Glebe is one of the most eclectic suburbs in Sydney and over the years the market there has become a must on my weekend wandering to-do list. So much soo that my entire collection of the Christmas goodie bag from the boy was sourced at the Glebe market. To me it is like having a little slice of home over the weekend with all the dazzling array of colour, liveliness and the crowds. I'll just let the pictures do all the talking.