Next weekend I’m going to the wedding of a couple I literally do not know anything about, aside from the fact that they work in high fashion. Because my usual wardrobe is made up of a) a “preppy student” look and b) very few items over $40, I need a new dress! I’ve ordered this one as a standby while I decide whether I can afford one of these…

1.SHEIKE Smoke screen dress.

2. SHEIKE Pheobe dress.

3. RODEO SHOW Utopia dress. (P.S. the belt shown here is a separate item, expensive, and I want it)

4. LAVISH ALICE Baroque gold crop dress.

5. CUE Passionflower crepe cutaway dress.

6. AQ|AQ Maverick dress.

Also in love with this clutch for the occasion (so minimal! so feminine! so potentially tacky in real life!) and this jacket for life in general:

My current plan is to bite the bullet and get the Utopia dress, because I have a big fat weakness for florals, but it’s subdued enough that I’ll get a few years’ use out of it. Thoughts?



So I’ve been a bit on the spend side lately. Nothing major; just a $20 notebook here, a $40 skirt there, a big hit of uni supplies that I “needed”… and suddenly my bank balance is like woah. And the worst part is that the more I buy, the more pretty stuff I see and want. So maybe it would help if I got all the stuff I still want off my chest.



I saw it in Dangerfield while buying a lot of other (more useful) stuff. My mum said my phone wouldn’t fit inside, which is the kiss of death for any bag. Money folds and keys are tiny, and you can always squish in a tissue if you’re a perpetual sniffler like me, but my phone is non-negotiable. I didn’t get to test the theory though, and part of me thinks Mum was just trying to restrain me. Which is quite likely, actually, because I need that. Anyway. Isn’t it adorable? Adorbs, even?

heart bag


I have a guitar and I have songs and I really need to be able to put them together. Once the time and money and motivation all align. It’ll happen.



I know it’s not official and I’m not even sorry. It’s like $17 from an online store with free shipping, which makes it practically free. I am aware that logic means that it takes only five “practically free” things to make up a hundred dollars. Hence my not buying it. (Yet.) (No, EVER.) (Help.)



Winter is coming, so now there’s an excuse to buy candles! Excuses are dangerous. I already have like twenty candles. One for every flat surface I have jurisdiction over. But this one is a limited edition!


Not good.

This is a shorter-term issue, but right now I’m in my favourite spot on campus, a café that sells nice mini slider burgers and has awesome cushy leather seats, and there’s this damn plate of macarons right next to where you order, and they’re stupidly overpriced but my resolve is weakening. I can feel it.



They’re my favourite flower, and the little stall at the train station sells them for $10 a bunch, and they last for ages, and having flowers around makes winter so much less revolting.


On the other hand, here are some reasons why none of the above are happening any time soon:

1. Many of them are manufactured in China or other countries with poor working conditions for factory workers and no minimum wage.

2. I already have a version of pretty much every single thing on this list. That bag = various other (admittedly non-heart-shaped) bags. Guitar lessons = piano lessons. That shirt = lots of other shirts.

3. I’m going to MELBOURNE in a few weeks! For the uninitiated, Melbourne is the indie / adorable / shopping capital of Australia. It’s like Etsy but in real life. An H&M also just opened there, so I should be able to get all my clothing hunger out of my system there. And it’s going to be so so so fun. Just you wait for the photos.

I’ll probably see you guys again either after that or pretty soon, depending on my commitment to the impending studying / exams situation.




It’s Been A While

So hey you guys! It has been basically forever (more than a year) since I wrote here, and I really have missed it a lot. I’ve been buckling down on uni work and work work, and having a relationship (takes time, mainly of the empty, waiting-for-new-data kind, which is endlessly frustrating), and trying to work out who I want to be. Things that are big asks. But right now, I’ve got this essay I’m meant to be writing, and it’s sort of like how whenever you need to go to bed you feel super wakey, then whenever you need to get out of bed you just want to sleep: I can’t focus at all. I really, really want to be creative and feel the words chatter out from under my fingers and it turns out that an essay about the tripartite system of Australian government is just not the place for that. And I’ve also been reading some of Taylor Swift’s old blogs and soaking up the feeling of how amazing it is to craft something you love and watch it take form, and admiring how easily she writes both in verse and in blog form. And I also just uploaded my last ever roll of photos from my old camera that I used to take most of the photos on here – the last ever because it’s died now, and only takes super-smudgey grey photos, and uploaded only just now because I got an iPhone 5S at the end of last year so lately I’ve been relying on that to take photos  of stuff I see around. And it’s pretty good. I take way too many photos with it to put on my Instagram, so I might have a play with the quality and see if I can post those photos here too.

Here’s some of what I found in that last camera roll: memories from half a year ago.




This is last December. Mum and I went to Taylor’s concert in Sydney – my second proper concert ever – and it was amazing, and I cried like an idiot (about 400 times – the first, humiliatingly, before she even got on stage and Guy Sebastian was still playing warmup, and Guy Sebastian is not that tear-jerking, so that was hard to explain, but there’s this buzz and drama to a space like that, where someone’s putting their creation out there for you, so broadly and loudly, with no safety net between them and you, that I couldn’t help it). This is from the very end, when she threw her arms in the air and confetti poured out at us, and some of it was heart-shaped. I saved a piece to hang onto that live-music feeling of huge potential for human error and the bravado that comes from avoiding it. The fragility of the confetti that make up such a big bombastic display seemed like a good echo for all that.

Last thing re. Taylor, I promise: her unreleased song Brought Up That Way is my latest guarnteed-to-make-me-cry-buckets song, super useful for my actor alter ego. (Just kidding.) (I wish I wasn’t, though.)



I love it because there are so, so many things you can do there, and I hate it because most of the time I’m pretty sure my heart’s desire is to live alone in the woods in a log cabin making things for myself and snuggling with people I love, and the city’s the exact opposite of that. I’m probably going to end up working there, though, so I also get that same not-wanting-to-go-to-bed, not-wanting-to-write-my-essay feeling of reluctance when I’m in the office block bits of it. Shopping in the QVB and finding new cafés to get cute cappuccinos from is wonderful though. Maybe I’m glad I’ll be a city lawyer because that way I’ll have money enough to do more shopping. But then I worry about all the people who don’t have that luxury.





4. IN OTHER NEWS: I started a new tumblr (buying magazines every time I wanted a supply of pretty photos proved to be too expensive a way to get my fix). If you have tumblr too you should definitely follow me. And I’ll follow you back! Follows for all!

I’ve also started writing songs again, but I won’t bore you with those (lucky you) because so far they’re pretty me-specific, therefore boring to you and embarrassing to me.

I think we’re up to date now, in a very broad-brush way!

Hopefully see you back here soon,




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1. Kiehl’s whipped soy milk and honey crème de corps, which smells edible, and the kikki.K 2013 watercolour diary.

2. My flower press. As yet I don’t know what I’ll do with these!

3. Bubbly.

4. The First Page of the Book. Always the best.

5. A summer peach.

6. A collection.

7. kikki.K twine.

8. fabric remnants, final destination as yet undecided.

last semester.

Here is some of it…

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1. UNSW library walkway in a rare elevation from total mundanity.

2. sugar.

3, 4 and 5. the birthday card I constructed for a dear friend Anna, staying up till midnight listening to this Rookie playlist on repeat.

6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11 and 12. Dad and I made rosella jam. for anyone who isn’t related to a Queenslander, rosellas are the australian native equivalent of the strawberry and IN NO WAY RELATED to the birds of the same name. that would be gross.

13. a pretty wall in town somewhere.

14. white things.

15 and 16. more sugar; this time an amazing birthday cake (not mine.)

17. a late-night ruthless Ticket to Ride game.

18. a short sharp obsession with florals.

19. we bought a new printer and I got it up and running without assistance, caffeine or stitches.

20. winter is for nail polish; to ward off the mean reds.

21, 22 and 23. more sugar.

24. trips to the garden store.

25. dinner out with friends.


27. carnations in my then favourite colour.

28. ferns in a coffee cup.

29. a rhubarb tart in the sun.

30, 31 and 32. a flower bud in the rain.




bedtime reading

over the holidays, i bought a bunch of new books, mostly because my retail job’s pay check rockets up around Christmas, and also to celebrate the fact that i didn’t have enormous textbooks to read for a little while. i also re-read a couple of old favourites that just seemed right. here’s a selection:

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1. The Outcasts of 19 Schuyler Place, e.l. konigsburg; 2 Emma, jane austen (Penguin Threads embossed edition); 3 By Heart poetry anthology, ed. ted hughes & Kidnapped, robert louis stevenson (Vintage Children’s edition); 4 The Dog Who Knew Too Much from the Chet and Bernie series, spencer quinn; 5 Under Wildwood, colin meloy and carson ellis; 6 Heidi, johanna spyri (Vintage Children’s edition) & Wildwood, colin meloy and carson ellis.