A Burst of Colour!

The sun is out, the sun is out this morning!!

I don’t exactly leap out of bed most mornings (and I didn’t today either), but I did get a nice burst of energy when I stepped out of the house and felt the natural sunlight on my sunscreened face, the sea breeze in my hair… the sound of nearby traffic reminding me that my bus was due any moment now.

I did however find a spare moment to photograph my outfit today, inspired by in my shoes‘s photos of her outfits, as seen from an “in my shoes” viewpoint.

Wearing: silk floral dress by Warehouse, cyan coloured heels by Hobbs, and cerise mini shoulder bag by Reed Krakoff (you may remember this bag as the other half of a tumultuous love affair that started in Boston).

And to my shopping buddies on the trip: yes, the heels and bag are filed under “C” in my mental shopping Filofax!

Speaking of shopping, Harrods has a 10% off offer available to Rewards members this weekend. I’ve been trying to decide on a colour in the Chloe Elsie mini bag, and this sale is just the push I needed to make a decision!


My heart says coral but my head says I have too much coral, so go for the skylight blue. (Net a porter says papaya red, which I’m not entirely sure is a different colour, but there’s no sale there so it doesn’t get a vote).

This is too much to deal with on a Tuesday morning!

Snoozes in Sydney (and Toronto too)

Fast forward 2 and 1/2 weeks. New York and Las Vegas went by in a blur of activities and food and shops and clothesandshoesandbags and feetohsotired (hold that thought, I need time to describe that whole part of the trip in much more detail).

And, oh, there was a pitstop in Toronto as well but I found that to be a total snooze — literally. I spent the whole afternoon taking a long nap at the hotel. Someone has since told me that Toronto is an underground city, and I sincerely hope that is true because I did not see anything there other than the CN tower, a nauseating couple that called their two daughters “Sweetie 1” and “Sweetie 2”, and a Japanese restaurant called Nami that had sushi pizza.

The rice base is fried. It was an interesting dish. And a very good afternoon nap.

But NYC! Oh, I’ve been back in Sydney for almost a full week now, and I’ve already had that “still on holiday” dream.

You know the type — everyone has them. It usually happens around the time that the post-holiday glow fades and post-holiday blues sets in.

In my dream I was back in the concrete jungle where dreams are made of, oh, there’s nothing you can’t buy…

Ahem.

I can’t remember what I was doing but it had something to do with looking for food (potentially Ippudo Ramen, which is the 2nd best ramen I’ve ever had in my entire life, and which I’m sure will have its own full-featured dream one of these days).

What I do distinctly remember though is thinking: hmm, I wonder if I told work that I was off again. Because in my dream I had come back for 2 days, and then (as planned) took another 14 + 6 hour flight back to New York. Yeah, even in my dream it sounded weird, but, you know, I went with it.

And then I woke up to this:

Ok, not really.

For one, I don’t live in the rainforest. If I did, something within me would DIE (context: here).

Second, I actually woke up to a very sunny day, but that day is gone and today is pouring. Luckily, I managed to completely rainproof myself with Hunter rainboots, a low maintenance Le Pilage bag and an enormous golf umbrella as provided by the esteemed place of my ex-employment.

And third, this has gotten way off-topic and I’m almost at my bus stop, so signing off!