Tuesday, 6 January 2015

Something about January

Twenty fifteen. 

Diva necklace | top from Bangkok | ASOS paper bag shorts | Longchamp bag | thifted shoes

There is something about Januarys that makes me smile. It could be the leftover sizzle from the joy of the holiday period – a period I always look forward to because I get to spend what little time I have with family and close friends – or maybe it's just the fact that a new year means new beginnings. And when given a black page to re-write your life for the next 365 days, it's hard not to feel a little more optimistic than usual.

2014 ended with a comma for me, and December in particular gave me lots of locks that I would like to pick this year! From a business idea that could feed my passion for curation and style, to doing well at work and potentially embracing more responsibilities whilst growing as a professional 'writer', and even gaining a new sister by December 2015...these are just some of the things I can't help but look forward to. I mean, I'M GETTING A NEW SISTER TO COMPLEMENT THE BROTHER I ALREADY HAVE :')

With such exciting opportunities/times ahead, I wanted to take the time to list a few things I'd like to achieve this year. I don't usually do 'new year's resolutions', as growing up with Bridget Jones meant I just saw failure (and humour in that failure) when I tell myself to lose XX kgs et c. But I really want this year to be different! I don't want to stay stagnant or inch forward anymore. I want to grow and expand and push myself and achieve so much more.

So, here goes. May Geraldine and October Geraldine and the Geraldine that just wants to mooch around on the couch, read this and hopefully you'll be reminded by optimistic January Geraldine of the the possibilities of 2015:



  1. make or become better.

I want to become better this year in a whole lot of aspects:

  • Better person i.e more Christ-like because following the ideal role model is a sure way to improvement. In particular, becoming a better person in my head and heart, because it is easy to act good without believing it
  • Better daughter and girlfriend. To love more and get angry less. To stop thinking that love is about me me me. But about you and him and her. About them. Even when it feels unfair!
  • Better friend. To invest in people and relationships more, simple as that.
  • Better worker. I want to work harder (I think I slacked off in the last couple of months...) and really step up at work. To dust off the mindset of being 'just an employee', but believe that I can contribute valuable input to my team. This is definitely a work in progress, as I grew up in a hierarchical society where absolute deference at work is the norm. 


In the second half of 2014 I picked up books again (electronic versions lol), and started to read some of the best stories ever written, according to Time Magazine. I quickly learnt that collecting words meant I could produce them more freely. This blog is a poor testimony, but generally I've been more inspired.

So I've decided to continue working my way through Time's list, which can be found HERE. I'm also hoping to read more news and not of the tabloid variety.

In return, I want to write more, preferably daily (out of the job). It can be a simple paragraph or a long post like this one, but brute force does seem to work with improving writing skills so I'm gonna give it a go.


I was going to say 'save more', but I think I'm already pretty good at being mega thrifty, and somehow when it comes to money, more is never enough! Instead, I want to learn how to save smart and to make my money work for me. Not earning by the buckets means that discipline is necessary but not impossible. This means I have to cut out the fat and keep the lean meat. Unfortunately I know this means not shopping so much, but fingers crossed I bought enough during my recent trip to Bangkok to last for a few months of dry spells?

Will have to see how this one goes...


I've been working for 1.5 years now and time has flown by without care or concern about my personal progress and development. Hours don't care if you haven't learnt something new, and minutes and seconds heed not your productivity - time just continues ticking away! Going into December/January, this thought really scared me. What am I doing with my life? Am I in the right job? And on a smaller scale, how long will it take before I get promoted?!

These are questions I know I probably won't get immediate answers to because, well, that's life. But I want to work hard where I am now, with a clearer purpose in mind.


Passion is a loaded word, but I really do get a kick from styling and the creative – something I've kept at the fringe since I started working. I hope this year I'm able to continue curating my personal sense of style and even start helping friends develop theirs. I would also like to try and get more involved in the industry, be it by contributing stories or working on this blog and my social media platforms. ANYONE WANNA HIRE ME? :p

Some of the other 'smaller' goals I have:


I'm not even going to say I'll cut down on the chips and chocolates because that's definitely fighting a losing battle. I mean, I'm having biscuits as I write this. At 10.30pm =/ I'm just going to keep working out consistently (run more!!), drink more water, and up my fruit & veg intake!


It's a sore point for my dad and boyfriend. Yep, I'm almost 24 and I can't drive. I have reasons for this but somehow like the men in my life I doubt you'll be interested in my excuses lol.


Again, a little late on the bandwagon but I gotta think of future me on this one! Any advice guys, on whether Invisalign or braces is better?


I fear premature ageing and wrinkles and dark spots. I'm vain but lazy, which is a terrible combo. This will have to change.


Eh, sums it all up I think?

I'd love to hear about your new year's resolutions! Have you broken any already?

Monday, 18 August 2014

How to mix prints and not look like this

Image: Undercover Dress-Up Lover
Okay I must admit, when I first started this blog post I didn't think I would be using 'Ugly Betty' as an example of the dreaded 'clashing prints' fashion 'faux pas'. For one, Ugly Better isn't ugly, and secondly, if you got rid of the pink socks in the above outfit OR the red bag, I could actually see it working.

I hear collective virtual gasps.


Like most people, I'm not the most adventurous when it comes to what I wear. I love my neutrals, although my wardrobe does make space for the odd printed purple pants. But mixing prints just seems hard, even though style bloggers and celebs like Susie Bubble and Solange Knowles make it seem so effortless and casual and...blasé, like throwing florals on stripes and layering polka dots on abstract art is the easiest thing in the world. 

Image: atlantablackstar
Image: jakandjill, via pinterest

So how do they do it?

Above all, I think it's confidence - they aren't afraid to own the outfit, so even though the mish mash of pattern and texture is unconventional, it works because they want it to work. And so it does. I could keep going, you know.

For plebs like you and me though, who prefer matching our shoes to our jacket like it's the 80's, I think that focusing on one key element - whether it is colour, pattern, texture or material - is a great way to unify very different pieces.

Image: Who What Wear
The blue & white tie this outfit together. And aren't her shoes just so damn cute?

Solange shows that pairing the same print in different colours creates just as stunning an effect.

My take

I woke up on Saturday deciding I would just go for it (hence, this blog). I was about to throw on a jacket that had a different print, but then my boyfriend made a face at me and I knew I'd gone too fast, too soon, so I toned it down with black (how surprising).

I reckon I'm going to try and go a bit brighter with the clashing this week, although the dreary Sydney weather doesn't really facilitate sunny skirts and printed heels. 

What do you think about this 'trend' and how would you do it? Any tips? 
And are mixed prints even on trend at the moment or is it so 2012? Hit me. 

Wednesday, 6 August 2014

Dusting off the cobwebs

Image: Herald Sun

Dusting off the cobwebs, while a very apt expression indeed, is definitely something I wouldn't do in real life. I'd much rather use a vacuum (or my boyfriend ha), but you get the point.

I've been hemming and hawing the past couple of months when I think or get asked about this blog, at one point thinking I would give it up completely. Who has time to think, much less write, out of a job that requires you to churn out stories all the time? Not me. I'd prefer to spend my Saturdays sleeping in and then having a ridiculously massive brunch, thank you very much.

Well, as you can probably guess, I'm here, so no, I didn't delete 'Alibi Mag'. But my motivations behind keeping this blog alive has definitely changed, as has my perspective on writing.

Since I started full time work, writing has become The Job. I still loved doing it, and believe my style and quality has improved tremendously, but at one point it just became...stagnant. I would write and write and write, and some days it would feel like I'd exhausted all the words I had in me; like I'd hit the wall and could only start again the next day.*

But here's what changed: I started reading again. I devoured all the books I wanted to read but couldn't, and those that I didn't want to, but did. Most recently, I ticked off Haruki Murakami's Kafka on the Shore. What can I say, except no wonder I didn't feel like writing! It's an amazing book, easy to read and generous with its humour. I'm already a third through IQ84.

I guess what they say about feeding yourself before you are able to shit (or in my case create content) is true. It definitely also helped that I took a three week trip to Europe, which was rejuvenating for the soul, even though that sounds way too 'Eat Pray Love' for my liking.

So, for what I hope is the last time - I'm backkkkkk!

*Talking about having a limited amount of words reminded my of this beautiful poem by Jeffrey McDaniel

The Quiet World
In an effort to get people to look
into each other’s eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.

When the phone rings, I put it to my ear
without saying hello. In the restaurant
I point at chicken noodle soup.
I am adjusting well to the new way.

Late at night, I call my long distance lover,
proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.

When she doesn’t respond,
I know she’s used up all her words,
so I slowly whisper I love you
thirty-two and a third times.

After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.

Tuesday, 18 March 2014

Is it time to move our feet / to an introspective beat

Today I left work feeling like I've finally adjusted. Settled. 
The second half of 2013 was just...tough. I lost three people I love in the span of 6 months – a wound that still cuts deep and hasn't fully healed. But I'm getting better. 

Because things always get better x

Wearing: top from Bangkok, dress is my aunt's, belt from G2000, watch from Mimco, necklace from Lovisa, shoes from Zu

Monday, 11 November 2013

Nothing happens unless first a dream

A decline in freelance work recently, so hopefully that means an increase in the love I have for this neglected blog? 

Blouse from Central | Bondi pants | Windsor Smith shoes | Tony Bianco purse | Cotton On sunnies

I've been thinking a lot about what I want to do lately. You see, I still have dreams about writing for a fashion magazine, but when they come up for air, they surface with my earliest ambition of wanting to be a newspaper journalist. Where I am now in life is caught between the two. Being a B2B (Business to Business) journalist means that I can't throw myself completely into the creative; into writing considered prose, or heck, even write like I'm speaking to an old, familiar friend. No, I have to use simple and succinct language, think about hits and what my angle is...completely different skills to say, a stylist, although ones that I have no regrets learning (and am still trying to learn). 

What I've learnt so far - and I'm not trying to masquerade 22 years as a lifetime of knowledge - is that I simply don't know where I'm going to end up. I don't even know where I'm going next. But, as they say, half of the fun is enjoying the ride, so enjoy it I will. 

Where do you want to end up, and are you on the path to getting there? xx

Friday, 4 October 2013


Have you ever spotted something in the store that you just knew you had to get? Some people call it love at first sight, but I'd like to think that that dress, or shoes or blouse was just sitting there, waiting for you to take it home.

That was me, two weeks ago. I walked into Attik, and after ruffling through the sales section, saw this shirt....just there. Sure, it was a couple sizes too big, but I was undeterred! Tried it on, et voila, it is the perfect slouchy shirt. The big black sleeves that stick out kind of complete the look, don't you think?

The first chance I could (when weather permitted), I took this baby out for a ride. Paired it with a Rubi & Kit purse (I bought it at $9 from Equip a month or two ago, and it is still being sold online for $40?!), and Therapy shoes.

Anyway, I'm currently sitting in Melbourne, wrapped up in a bath robe, with a dog at my feet, and thought I'd better upload some food photos from our last trip before devouring some more!

The food shots below are from three separate restaurants - Shoya, Circa The Prince and MoVida bar de Tapas.

Ok, I think my stomach's ready for more!

Do any of you live in Melbourne? Or have been to Melbourne? What do you think about this city? Personally I adore it for its laneway culture and cafes and coffees, but I'm not sure if I could reside here permanently...I still prefer my 30 degree days in the middle of winter ;)

Thursday, 12 September 2013

Running hard for the infinite

"I am the sea on a moonless night,
Calling, falling, slipping tides
I am the leaky, dripping pipes
The endless aching drops of light

I am the raindrop falling down,
Always longing for the deeper ground
I am the broken, breaking seas
Even my blood finds ways to bleed

Even the rivers ways to run
Even the rain to reach the sun
Even my thirsty streams,
Even in my dreams

I am restless, I am restless
I am restless, looking for you
I am restless, I run like the ocean to find your shore
I'm looking for you"

Dress worn as skirt: Vero Moda | Top: Hongkong | Clutch: Sportsgirl | Heels: Tony Bianco

Music has always been a big part of my life. I'm not particularly talented in an instrument nor do I have the voice of an angel. I don't know how to sight-read (can't remember for the life of me), and I'm prone to the dreaded 'flatness' whenever I'm singing karaoke.

Yet music still manages to touch me, as I'm sure it touches you. Of course, I don't always mean moved. Techno certainly does not make me cry, although trap I could deal with...on a Friday night. I love rap, of its beautiful cadence and rhythm of words, and I love the opening notes of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. And then there are a handful of songs which mesh music and melody with amazing lyrics. Combined, lyrical greatness and musical stirrings...that's the song that will make me, well, feel things. You know the song I'm talking about? The one that you can always relate to (so yes, I'm leaving Blurred Lines out of this one), that leaves you feeling joyful, or vulnerable, or even broken, even when you have nothing to be broken about.

The lyrics above belong to a song called 'Restless', by Jon Foreman of Switchfoot, one of my all time favourite bands. It speaks volumes to me, hits me right in the heart.

Have a listen.

What's your favourite song? I'd love to know xx