If it makes you feel good..wear it!!

Fashion has always been fun for me…it’s fun for every female in my  family actually, and if you were to look in our wardrobes you would find every brand from Zimmerman to Zara, Camilla to Cotton On, Trent Nathan to Target…we are not fussy, just choosy!

Each of us have different styles, but we all enjoy how clothes can make you feel, and when you have somewhere special to go, preparing the outfit is half the fun.

And so it was last weekend as my twins  prepared to go the Black Opal Raceday.

There was much to consider…the clothes, the shoes, the bag, the jewellery, the hair, and the makeup. To some it is all completely trivial..and yes, in the scheme of things it IS SOOO trivial. But it is also fun…SOOO fun!! It’s part of the enjoyment of the day. getting ready, putting on something new, and heading out the door..feeling good.

My girls were not intending to enter Fashions in the Field, so the restrictions of Classical Racewear didn’t need to be followed..no need for gloves, or intricate headwear.  Their choice of what to wear was large. But their time frame to choose was not.

IMG_1278 2Weeks, and weeks in which to organise an outfit, but of course things were left to a couple days before, but time has never daunted us…when needed, we can pull together an outfit in the blink of an eye..at the last moment, and still look fabulous.

A mixture of new, and old pieces, borrowed from a sister, or found in an Op shop..all go together to create the perfect outfit.

Anyway, the girls looked beautiful, individual styles, both very different, but both true to themselves, with something about their ‘looks’ that was just them.

As I get older, what I wear of course has changed, (ummm ..had to!!, for numerous annoying reasons), but my attitude to fashion has changed also. Nowadays I try to only wear what I feel really good in…there’s no day where I just throw something on, and think it’ll do . Even if I’m at home for the day, I try to put on something that makes me feel good. ( Daggy gardening clothes can still make me feel good, but only if I’m out in the garden, actually getting stuff done…and I  always put on some earrings for a bit of bling!)

My wardrobe is very different nowadays than it was a couple years ago. I’m much more selective of what’s in there. If I haven’t worn it all season, it needs to go!! (Well except for a couple of things I just can’t throw out… Just keep telling myself my girls will think it’s great in 20 years time..)

When I’m buying something, I tend to look now for things that are either kind of classic, OR quite different. Opposites, but when teamed together usually they work. I could never go completely classic.. not my style.. but a good leather belt, or little black slip ons, will always go well with a ripped pair of jeans, or a hippy off the shoulder blouse.

People underestimate just how clothes can make you feel. It shouldn’t be a case of grabbing whatever out of the drawer and putting it on…it’s important to know what shape clothing looks good on you, what length, what colours. Generally if you put it on and think to yourself, “That looks pretty good”..then others will think so too.. And of course when you are looking fabulous heading off to the Races, or anywhere special…take a photo..just to prove how fabulous you look!!

What’s for Dinner?..

How do you get your kids to start cooking dinner?  I want them to, they say they want to learn how to, but how does it actually happen.

I think I’ve missed the boat with them, and I’m so disappointed in myself.

I have prepared (and I say this quite boastfully!), pretty amazing home cooked meals for them ever since they were babies, they are always very appreciative, and are all great eaters…no fussiness…but not great cooks yet!

One is pretty good at making cakes, bikkies etc, and can follow a recipe from scratch whilst I relax feet up on the couch (not actually!!)…but unless I am out of town for the night..no one offers to cook dinner! (Except husband, who manages occasionally on a weekend)…however he is excused, he works his butt off each day to earn the cash to buy the food, to make the dinners…he absolutely should not have to cook it as well! But as for the others….. I can’t think of any excuses really.

But there always seems to be one.

“I don’t know what to cook!”..me either.

“I haven’t got time!”…me neither.

“I’ve got an assignment due!”…me too.

“There’s nothing in the fridge!”…then go to the shop.

“I don’t know how!”…. then learn.

I wonder whether one day, they will eventually turn a page in a recipe book and a little Oven timer in their head will go “Ding!!” and they will say “Yes!..I am going to learn to cook that!”…. or whether all my recipe books will remain gathering floury dust on the shelf…never to be flicked through by any of them….surely not.


I love to cook, which is why I slap myself with the wooden spoon for not sitting them up in their high chairs each night in front of the stove while I was preparing their dinners. As they grew , why did I not get them to chop stuff up, stir a bubbling pot, and measure out a cup of something…. ?  sounds so logical looking back at it. Guess I was busy, doing other stuff that mums do…. but I’ll always feel a little bit sad about it… (one of those should have…could have.. regretful moments.)

So.. it’s usually me doing the deciding, preparation, and cooking each night.

As littlies, they would be fed before their Dad got home from work. Nowadays, it’s them who are home late from work, arriving even after their Dad, so our dinners are served much later as we usually wait for us all to be together.

We don’t eat at the dining table that often, maybe a couple nights a week…but generally we are in front of the TV. It doesn’t concern me too much, we are still together, we still talk as we eat. We still pour each other a drink, or pass each other the bread.

Maybe once they move out of home, the whole love of cooking thing will kick in. I live in hope that I will get the call..”Mum, how do you cook that Lamb Pastie, Sausage Gnocchi, ….Stir Fry Chicken and Noodles…?”, and how amazing it would be to go to their house and have them cook dinner for me…. now that’s a delicious thought.