Like a rainbow

Time is now a luxury that I'm beginning to experience as study slows down, and auditions draw to a close. Playing the waiting game is never willingly done - at least, not by me - so I've spent the time wandering art galleries, listening to Judy Garland and taking walks in the sunshine. I haven't been able to take huge chunks of time to nurture inspiration lately and somehow I think this has been a good thing - now I can appreciate the true wonders that surround us every day because I never had the time to before. Blahblurpshuppbleekplark. You can catch me doing inspirational speeches at a community centre near you!


I lost my mind a little bit this week getting sick and taking strong medication that messed with my head and my ability to make decisions that are considered wise by most. Again the luxury of time and freedom now allows me to wear whatever I please whenever I like, which is now a blessing, and another part of being a grown up I need to adjust to. A heady mixture of sickness and almost too much freedom had me staring disdainfully at the mirror yesterday when I put on a seriously mediocre outfit, which I then proceeded to tear off and bury deep within the strange centre of my cramped wardrobe. 


In times of outfit doubt (doubt-fit) (hahaha), my current state of mind is this: JUST WEAR ALL THE COLOURS. All of them! Seriously. There is nothing more fun than exploding out of your front door with patterns and lines and shapes in every colour imaginable and somehow, though you wouldn't think it would, the downright offensiveness of your unthinkable fashion nightmare of an outfit is magnificent, and pretty, and endearing. Something very freeing about wearing all the colours. Take inspiration from places like Madagascar and Mexico, from birds and flowers, from the ambiguity of Gordo's feelings for Lizzie McGuire and from little kids who dress themselves, and remember that, as my mother always says: 'Less is not more. More is more.'