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moving day!!

Well hello. Just to let you all (i.e. the 3 people who actually regularly read this blog - hi mum) know that I am moving sites. You can now find ptica-archive at:

http://ptica-archive.com/  

Hope to see you there xo 

floral goodness

I have had this scarf from d-lux for a few years now. It’s fair to say it’s been the favourite of my many scarves acquired over the years.

 

For me, no outfit is complete without some form of neck embellishment, more specifically a scarf. I am rarely seen without one, no matter what the weather is doing. And quite often that scarf has been this particular floral goodie. One of the mums from my mothers group whose first language is not English, sent out an incredibly cute and sweet group email late last year where she wrote one thing about each person in the group that she cherishes. My particular description went something along the lines of “To Melissa, I have enjoyed our friendly chats. It’s been lovely bumping into you whilst out walking with the babies, and it is always an eye-pleasure to see your beautiful scarf” <3

Sadly, however my beloved scarf has seen better days. I stubbornly wore that silky/woolly goodness throughout L’s burp and chuck-up phase, and in one particular moment of sleep-deprived folly actually put it in the washing machine. On the gentlest of cycles and using the gentlest of detergents but alas, she was no longer the same.

I persevered nonetheless. When L then went through his fascination with all things colourful and thus grabby phase, I was not to be deterred. My beautiful mum lovingly repaired the various tears produced throughout this phase, for she too shares a love for this particular beauty.

The tears just recently became so bad that mum actually had to cut off a whole section of the scarf and stitch it all back together again. She was a little shorter, a little wiser, but no less pretty. It was only this week when she got caught on my bracelet and I heard the piercing, ripping sound that I realised with sadness, my beloved scarf was done. Finished. Completely worn out and had enough. Sniff.

But… I am a trooper. I have placed said scarf back on the hook with her (many) friends…

and set myself a mission to find her progeny. It’s been tough, I’ll admit. What with having to scour all of those pretty shops and online stores. But I am pleased to report that my search has ended.

I have recently become enamoured with the beautiful scarves produced by Danish label Épice. This particular label is not available in Tasmania but the lovely dames at Grace in Melbourne offered to email me some photos of their Épice scarves in store and then send me the scarf of my choice via Express Post. And here she is…

That is enough I think. Perhaps tomorrow I will decide to blog about something a little less silly and a little more important. Just don’t ask me to do with a naked neck. A girl has limits, even one with her tongue placed firmly in her cheek.

Longchamp Love

Longchamp Love

Some photos of L&#8217;s first birthday party. A truly amazing afternoon spent with people that I love. Bless. Some photos of L&#8217;s first birthday party. A truly amazing afternoon spent with people that I love. Bless. Some photos of L&#8217;s first birthday party. A truly amazing afternoon spent with people that I love. Bless. Some photos of L&#8217;s first birthday party. A truly amazing afternoon spent with people that I love. Bless.
Some photos of L&#8217;s first birthday party. A truly amazing afternoon spent with people that I love. Bless.
Some photos of L&#8217;s first birthday party. A truly amazing afternoon spent with people that I love. Bless.
Some photos of L&#8217;s first birthday party. A truly amazing afternoon spent with people that I love. Bless.
Some photos of L&#8217;s first birthday party. A truly amazing afternoon spent with people that I love. Bless.

Some photos of L’s first birthday party. A truly amazing afternoon spent with people that I love. Bless.

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