white shirt // thrifted :: white singlet // made :: white bike shorts : Glassons tights cut off // White Converse // Care of The Husband

Things, they are a changing.

With a new season in life, a new wardrobe has emerged. For those who don’t know, I got the nick name Blackbird by the colour of my wardrobe. Black, head to toe. My favourite. I was all about the textures, not colour.

Now, with the change of season and the impending arrival of The Kid. Changes have moved into the wardrobe. And not a gradual transition, but a swift punch to the face kind of change. I simply put on black on day and said, ” Nope. Not right. ” And in the space of a week I had packed up my black and completely changed to an array of white and grey.

A selection from thrift stores, Stored clothes, cheaper basics and a few sewing afternoons left the bank account relatively happy and me in my new found etherealness.

So there you go. Saying yes to White and Bright. Thanks to The Kid.

And Happy 16weeks little one!

Until next time.