Last week I finally got the chance to visit the sitting room…you know the kind of places where only the potbellied, gray haired, musky individuals with really flashy cars like my dad and yours like to hang out chugging down bottles of tusker and nyama choma?
Not to be mistaken for the typical trend offender but if Beyonce had an open casting to join her girl squad, here’s what I’d gear up in – this is war!
The sensation New York Fashion Week gives me is almost riveting. There is something oddly promising when watching the strobe lights flicker and models begin to descend the runway in peerless silk and lace combinations so magical Alice in Wonderland would need a lifetime to reclaim its spot in my childhood memories. From Victoria Beckham’s seamless collection to Tommy Hilfiger’s nautical inspiration, the only thing not attractive is the price tags swinging politely backstage.
Arctic, clammed up, ivory, uninspired spaces have consequently become the highlight of my every waking moment. As if the occasional drenched bucket of icy water to give my feet a pulse of their own is not enough, I seem to be getting quickly acquitted to yucky flus and that classic Harry Styles hair do. Nothing as cute as you’d want to imagine seeing as mine makes me look like a hot mess with no common understanding of simple grooming basics. A sight I dread but one that I am keen to embrace!
I know what your mind has been processing for the past couple of micro-minutes between sighting my poorly captioned picture on Instagram and wavering over the link to this post…another one in the forest…really Bri?!
Yesterday must have clocked away because I really didn’t realise Sunday would be a blink away and from where I stand I’m cringing at the thought of it being Monday!
Just writing this post is making me a little light headed. I made that vile mistake again…you know; the one where you fall in love and get attached way to fast…yeah…but can you blame me for finding lavish beauty between romantic skylines and the sound of waves crashing against dreamy white beaches?
Karlie Kloss, Preston Bailey, Anne Hathaway, Freddie Mercury
You’re probably wondering what these people have in common – unless of course you’re like my mum then you’re probably wondering who these people are to begin with. I’ll give you a clue…it’s the single most commonly used decor at any function…
If I’d have to count my blessings, my friends would be at the top of the list. I’m not sure when I got so lucky to have such remarkable humans surround me not only at parties and fancy dinners but during this time in our youth when everyone is trying to find their bearing on who they are and their purpose. When you find people who even remotely support you in your dreams no matter how ludicrous they seem; hunie you better hold on to them…well maybe not as tightly as Drake but you get what I mean 😀
Greetings little bird (:
It’s Friday night and the only thing I can think of is just how much I’m about to munch down this sapid 2 course meal I just prepared for the fam. Lord knows the only thing I’m more passionate about other than fashion is good food and maybe a classic bowl of gelato and froyo and the occasional world tours offered freely to me by my travel app but if we are counting calories and scanty pennies I’d much rather stick to the subject at hand.