There’s nothing that makes my heartbeat quicken with quite as much commitment as the word Tulle. Tulle dresses, tulle skirts, tulle trim… Floaty and feminine, speaking to sun drenched fantasy and candlelit dinners and twirling around a twinkling ballroom. Also speaking to, you know, Fridays. Cause I haven’t met a Friday yet that didn’t require a bit of whimsy…
Given the amount of traveling I’ve done in my life, I realized I’ve spent nearly a decade in the Southern Hemisphere. The majority of my time has been in Australia and New Zealand, and while they are both thankfully English speaking countries, I swear they need to come complete with a translation guide. My recent trip to New Zealand this past week had me reaching into the recesses of my brain for the kiwi colloquialisms I once knew so well, even though it had been nearly a decade since I’d lived there.
As many of you are probably aware, we’ve just completed Shark Week back in the States. Now, amongst the scientific community, Shark Week tends to be a bit controversial, a bit sensationalized, and a bit of a stretch from what we shark biologists actually find ourselves doing on a daily basis. Though everyone assumes Shark Week is Christmas Morning meets Mardi Gras meets an 80% off shoe sale at Nordstrom for me, it truly isn’t so…
As many of you know, I’m galavanting around Middle Earth at the moment. I almost cannot speak for all of the beauty that’s around me (and yes, I definitely found a few vintage treasures to share when I’m back!) So, while I’m away enjoying all that New Zealand has to offer, I thought I’d let you peruse all that some of my favorite shops currently have to offer. Without further adieu, here’s a round up of the latest things I’m lusting after… I can’t explain why, but there is something simply magical about this terrarium… Handmade and oh so beautiful, this…
By the time you read this, I will be up up and away somewhere over the blue-green ocean, on my way to one of my favorite places in the world. For the next two weeks, I’m combining business and pleasure in New Zealand. The first week revolves around a conference, full of sharky discussions and serious brow furrowing over complex scientific topics. For the second half, Mr. Dressed Aesthetic is joining me and we’ll be adventuring all around the North Island, full of good beer, beautiful scenery, and way more meat pies than I care to admit. I lived in New Zealand…
Here in Perth, we are actually experiencing June Gloom at the moment. But, I am all about the power of suggestion and the power of positive thinking! Not to mention that I can’t really complain – it just takes a quick glance out my my office window at the beautiful Swan River to remind me that I’m very very lucky to live in a place like Perth, regardless of the season. And I did manage to grab a few rays of sunshine this month as they snuck out to wave a quick hello between the clouds, before darting off again (probably…
A few weeks back, I clicked my Dorothy heels twice and hit the town for a Girl’s Night at Soda Sun Lounge. One of our friends is moving to the East Coast and it would potentially be the last time we could all get together before the move. Let me tell you, my friends are Very. Busy. Women. It took us three months to find a night when we were all in the country or not otherwise engaged. Luckily, my friends are also very organized and the night was locked into the diary back in April. We are nothing if not…
I have an odd obsession with food-themed clothing and accessories – fruit in particular. For whatever reason, I’m utterly charmed by a strawberry print, a cherry necklace, a fruit-appliquéd bag. Given the plethora of delectable items I’ve come across over the past few weeks, I can at least take comfort in the fact that I’m not alone in my love of consumable-inspired fashion.
Like most shoe lovers, I have a tendency to wear my shoes into the ground. As you’ve probably noticed, I own…well, let’s just say several pairs of shoes. I’d say more than average, but not yet reaching Imelda Marcos status. Despite the shoe boxes piled around my boudoir, however, I still have a difficult time parting with any of them after they’ve been well-loved and am a big fan of repairing instead of replacing. As such, I’ve worn a path to the trusted cobbler near work and can often be seen pacing back and forth outside the shoe surgery ward, anxiously waiting…
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the concept of a Normal Day. How I usually pay little attention to life’s unremarkable moments and live through them impatiently, always on the lookout for those punctuated with excitement. Fidgeting and drumming my fingers until something happens to make the day noteworthy. But, I’ve come to realize that, although many of us despair the normal day due to a need for constant entertainment, beauty exists in their simplicity, only to become apparent once that normalcy shifts. Where we want nothing more than that time before the earthquake, where we were so blissfully unaware of the…