Okay, it’s not really spring- it’s Autumn- but it’s Australia, it’s not very cold, and I have a wardrobe full of pastels. That sounds pretty valid to me.
I realised this morning while picking out this outfit that I accidentally bought five pale pink tops in a row. Two have been layered here and the others are waiting patiently in my closet for another to arrive. I’m been drawn to anything tutu-like, crazily printed or sheer so this outfit is the perfect representation of my quite innocent style. I get mistaken for a twelve-year-old about four times a week now. It used to puzzle me as to why I was always given a kid’s menu but then it dawned on me- it’s the way I dress! Or maybe it’s the fact that I wear a massive pink bow in my hair to school and carry around a phone case with ears. Either way, I’m pretty okay with it. Free ice cream with rainbow sprinkles? Yes please!