Wear Where

Last week, upon getting ready to go out with some friends to The Soda Factory for a cute lil' night of dancing and friendship, I finally struck gold. Metaphorical gold. You see, I have toyed with the idea of a see saw representing life at its best for me. A perfect equilibrium. This balance, I believe, I have finally arrived at by a bit of dumb luck and laziness.

This won't be the first time you will hear me say this because I believe in it so wholeheartedly: I firmly believe in the importance of carefully choosing what you adorn your body with. It affects not only how you look on an aesthetic level, but also how you feel in terms of comfort, confidence and self-expression.

What I hope to achieve here, is to share my happy little balanced outfit so that you may perhaps give getting dressed a little more thought, a little more love and consequently have a little more fun overall next time you get dressed and do life.

Head to toe, let's go.

For my hair, I left it down as it was still pretty fresh from being washed the night before and I enjoy the hair freedom when I dance and chat and laugh.

For my face, I've come to realise how eye makeup simply doesn't weigh out for me in terms of looks vs. effort of removing it before bed. My low-maintenance being can't even handle removing one product from my eyes, so I decided - perhaps a handful of liquid eyeliner smudged pillowcases too late - to forgo the liner this time and to simply fill in my brows and whack on my red lip.

For my jewellery, I wore possibly my favourite necklace - a dainty little silver circle necklace a surprise gift from the lovely Chanel. Presently, I am simply not a jewellery kind of girl. Interested, though.

For my top, I wore my black cropped turtle neck which is comfortable and 'warm'. Turtleneck means warm. Yes.

For my bottoms, I continued my abhorrence to pants and proper winter attire by donning this wonderful printed midi skirt (similar) gifted to me by my nearest and dearest soul sister Vanessa (because she/her mum accidentally bought two haha). The floaty pleating and slightly longer length made it ideal for feeling like an off-duty salsa dancer and a comfortable, covered up one at that. No flashing, no worries.

And finally, the shoes I chose were $10 lace up boots with a barely noticeable heel. I bought these beauties in a mysterious store in Chatswood Westfield that has since disappeared. Helpful. My skyscraper heels days are over I do feel. Similar to dyeing my hair and mosh pits at concerts, heels so heavily saturated the bulk of my teen years. Nowadays, comfort and practicality has lured me up and away from silly shoe choices.

The practicality of this rung true when my friend Andrew spun around after we just vexatiously jaywalked/ran past a taxi (it's awful, going to uni in the city has changed me. I'm trying to break the habit. Jaywalking is a no-no, kids) and said, 'Oh. You're cool. Not heels.' Turns out it crossed his mind when we were rushing off (to a whiskey bar, too cool these friends of mine, too cool) that I wouldn't be able to keep up because I'd be stupidly hobbling in some sky scraper shoes.

And there you have it - a happy, balanced outfit. Feel good in what you wear, both aesthetically and functionally.