“a little nonsense now and then, is cherished by the wisest men.”// r. dahl

being, as i was, a rather serious kid – i didn’t get into much trouble.

i got good grades without much hardship, (barring any of those subjects that required logic, the use of a protractor or a firm grasp on chemical compounds). i obeyed rules, followed procedure, and coloured within the lines.

sure – i partook in the merits of nicotine, doc martens and black hair-dye, but tallied up, i think i was a pretty good kid. (inna, if you’re reading this, let’s not rehash any details). what i was not, i don’t think, was a light and airy sort of teenager. a sense of humor sure, sarcasm at full tilt, and a lot of fun was had, but i know, it all felt heavier than it was, or needed to be at the time.

years on, i realize what it means to have youth be wasted on the young. it’s only now, advancing in on an age i never dreamed would catch up to me so quickly, that i’m starting to see things with a bit of light, i don’t take myself too seriously, and i can appreciate that now, it’s okay to throw caution to the wind now and again, and have a bit of a laugh – about myself, about life – and if the mood strikes, i’ll wear a silly sweatshirt, don a pin, and head out with eyes staring out, and try not to take it all to heart.





margiela➝ source : eyes detail shopper via red valentino

➝ source : you tried pin via adamjk

➝ source : where i stand sweatshirt via michaela buerger

➝ source : creatures of the wind sarazen skirt via farfetch

➝ source : peep toe boots via maison margiela

“it seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are still alive. there are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger for them.” // g. eliot

don’t be too quick to be fooled – mary anne evans knew of what she spoke – and called herself george so those who were prone to not take her seriously –would. and i, in turn, wouldn’t dream of taking her words lightly. so, if i were the wishing type, which i suppose i would call getting my hopes up – i’d be dropping hints all over the place so those keeping their ears to the ground wouldn’t have to guess to glean what i was longing for. it is, after all, a very valid point ms. evans made…





sense a theme? the heart wants what the heart wants…

→ source : all over triangle oversized cardigan via chinti & parker in collaboration with patternity

→ source : renee two-tone loafers via robert clergerie

→ source : oversized black sunglasses via linda farrow

→ source : swoon-worthy ‘these same stars’ silk scarf via rob ryan and available at etsy

published first in november 2013.

“when you give yourself, you receive more than you give.” // a. de saint-exupery

during a sunday morning marathon of stealing pillows and foot wrestling with the moppet and watching ASAPscience – a rather interesting topic came up; a rather well-timed discussion around this time of year that boasts only tinsel, red, and ho-ho-hos; and that is – is it better to give or receive?

granted, it’s a rather difficult notion to get on board with for a six-year old – why ever would she think it’s better to give – as when she’s in receipt, it’s pure joy, wonder and enthusiasm. as the giver in this scenario – of course, it’s glorious to have been the one to have been able to extend that moment of bliss to her – after all, it’s not what was given, but the spirit in which that most enormous box of lego was given.

and i’m not worried that she’ll cotton on to giving > receiving, as she’ll come by it naturally – as giving people gifts of any kind, (but mostly the just because kind), is one of my most favourite things to do.

yet – i won’t ever deny that being given the once-in-a-while, why-the-hell not gift is probably one of the most delightful feelings ever… because, really – why the hell not?





➝ source : iosseliani ‘all that jewels’ ring via farfetch

➝ source : charcoal + aloe face cleanser via little barn apothecary

➝ source : iphone case via poketo x casetify

➝ source : chevron wrap via voz


August 25, 2015

 “if there were no schools to take the children away from home part of the time, the insane asylums would be filled with mothers.” // e.w. howe

this was the first summer when i truly understood how long a summer could be.

in this, the summer of my daughter’s entrée into her sixth year – i have caught a glimpse, an uneasy foreshadowing of what these months might feel like in say, six years from now – when she’s an in-be-tween – when ennui will have inevitably set in; a time when her parents, (even me! how could i ever seem uncool to anyone?!), will seem a pair of cosmic jokes, and camp may not appeal as much as it does now, (unless we send her far, far away, which we may very well do… foreverrr). okay, maybe not forever.

and yet – however much the days might’ve seemed impossible to fill, how we managed to pack every last one of them with whatever energy was leftover from the day before, to entertain, to amuse, to stay in pajamas and watch every single harry potter movie on sunny sundays, (blasphemy!); to on occasion, reckoning with a bored moppet who is as mighty in gaining a laugh as she is getting into mischief. the summers no longer seem as easy as they used to be.

and then, into first grade she’ll go and time will start gaining on us again. the leaves will turn, sweaters will come out, and before we know it – we’ll be contemplating what’ll keep her busy toward the summer of her seventh year.

for now, i’ll take some small solace in the fact that she hasn’t yet been bitten by the back-to-school shopping bug – and love it on her behalf. i’ll hit pause on ruminating about the passage of time, on the complexities of raising a well-adjusted kid and forgetting how quickly it all goes by – and just pick up a few things, while she still lets me.

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➝ source : quenotte simone dress via fawn shoppe

➝ source : embroidered eyes sweatshirt via émile et ida

➝ source : tiger stripe leggings via mini rodini

➝ source : nico nico sage dress via advice from caterpillar

“i never play without my cape.” // b. lugosi

i wasn’t one of those kids that found herself tying pillow cases around her neck to fly around the house saving the dog and stuffed animals from baddies and make-believe calamity.

what memory allows me, and what the stories my mum tells me, i either had a pencil and paper in hand, and bemoaned the fact that i didn’t need for glasses – because in my little head, a smart pair of specs was mandatory for the type of saving i needed to do. i wanted to organize, jot down many notes and keep everything properly and neatly arranged – alphabetical or chronological order preferred. what caped crusader could i look up to?

now, at least, i still like a good notebook and a fancy little pen, and my need for glasses is indeed a necessity – but wearing a cape has never been more appealing. perhaps now i have finally found the inspiration for my own type of superhero… and she’s a little bit like me.








➝ source : tartan wool cape via miu miu

➝ source : pleats please by issey miyake rhombus print cape via farfetch

➝ source : simone rocha velvet cape via browns

➝ source : cosmo embroidery cape via valentino

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