Showing posts with label prints. Show all posts
Showing posts with label prints. Show all posts

Monday, 28 October 2013

Day 28:: Frocktober - So You Think You Can Nana.

This frock has a story. Pre-Frocktober I spied it in a oppie. I walked past it. I walked back to it. I looked at it. I touched it. I wasn't sure about it. So I Instagrammed it and asked you if it was too nana. 

After many people said, yep, too nana, I went and tried it on. And I liked it. Actually. I really loved it.

Not only is it vintage, but it's hand-made - and the detail is pretty darn charming. The buttonholes have been carefully hand-stitched, the lining has been carefully selected to match the green of the print. I could say I fell in love with it. 

So I snapped it up. And waited and waited and waited to wear it. 

And today was that day. It might be a bit nana, but I really love it. 

Add a belt and a pair of heels and it freshens things up. The fabric is SO so good, it's just cute.

SO this is the dress that you might have hated and I definitely fell head over heels for.

There's only three days left of Frocktober. If you've been thinking about sponsoring me - the time is nigh! 

Dress: Vintage
Shoes: Country Road
Belt: Country Road
Earrings: Sophie Kyron

Thursday, 12 August 2010

It's Just A Wee Problem


Last night I was having trouble sleeping. Firstly I couldn't get to sleep. Then Tiny woke up all out of sorts. Then decided she wanted in on our bed. Fine, I love that snuggly little body. When the small legs are not under my neck. And when she's not wiggling like a worm.

At 1:58am I roused from my half-slumber to Tiny getting all excited and sitting up in bed, and a small voice whispering, "it's wet, it's wet". A little unsettling in the wee hours."It's wet, it's wet." Thankfully it was a small familiar voice whispering it, and not a large unfamiliar voice. That would have been really unsettling.

It was a wee problem. Not only was Tiny still singing like a birdie in our bed at 2am, but the Doctor who had gone to bed with his croupy cough (aaaahhhgain), but he'd wet the bed as well. Man alive.

Kids. Let's regroup in a few hours. When the sun is shining. Sounds good? Sounds great!

I hate wet the bed nights. Disrupted sleep nights.
(Dandelion - aka wet-the-bed - image via etsy)