Hours and Hours

Gosh, how has it taken me 4 tries to start this post? That last one can be blamed on the best part of the song I’m listening to kicking in*. Oh man, it’s so messy and heartfelt and heavy, it just hits you right there, you know? OK, back to it.

I’m working late tonight. We’ve got an event on so I needed to be “work appropriate”. It’s amazing how a cardigan buttoned over a lace singlet tucked into a black skirt can be so much. You can’t help but feel a little sexy. I’ve always admired hour-glass shaped women and I’m pleased that if I had to fit myself into a category, that’s the closest one.

I also find it interesting the power that pink has as a colour. You’re immediately pretty, in pink. You’re ladylike, you’re delicate, you need protection. Have you ever noticed how differently people interact with you? Sure it’s not a hard and fast rule. Very few rules in fashion are. But it’s something I’ve encountered. Have you?

* 4:10 on “What Have I Done” from “Mama, I’m Swollen” by Cursive.

Hair clip: Somewhere in Melbourne
Necklace: Diva
Cardigan: SES Fashion
Singlet: Myer
Skirt: Was Mum’s
Tights: ?
Shoes: Vivienne Westwood