Top: Luxx

Jacket: Veronika Maine

Skirt: Virtu

Belt: Sussan

Shoes: Milu

I’m back!

Just like the song says, New York’s a helluva town. Big and brash and loud, with little patches of serenity in the parks. Full of fascinating people from every walk of life, great food, good shops.

I got to meet the beautiful Louise from Sohomode in person, and thank her for making the gorgeous tea dresses for my bridesmaids. I also managed to find a pair of ankle boots that don’t make my legs look like fence posts (hurrah!) and as usual, I OD’d on buying knickers from Aerie, going back four times for MOAR PANTIES.

While I was away more and more exciting news rolled into my inbox, so I have a few little snippets of “yay!” to share with you this week.

First off, I’m absolutely delighted to announce that Frocks and Frou Frou has been voted one of the 25 best Style & Beauty blogs in Kidspot’s “Voices of 2013” campaign. Hurrah!


It would be wonderful to make the finals, and I have a dream about winning the writing contract (in my deepest heart-of-hearts, I fantasise about writing professionally) but I’m up against some pretty serious professional blogger names, so I’m ridiculously chuffed to have even made the shortlist. Thank you to the mystery person who nominated me – you guys have such faith and belief in Frocks & Frou Frou that I’m humbled. I’m so lucky to have such generous and supportive readers.

 So that’s exciting news number one.

I won’t bang on too much, because I’m still recovering a bit from jet-lag and I’m about to fall face-first into the laptop, but let me finish by pointing out that on my little sidebar over to the right I have a NEW button. I’ve finally succumbed to Facebook, and have set up a page for Frocks & Frou Frou. If you’re interested, please head on over and “like” me. I’m still a bit of a newbie at it, so feel free to throw some suggestions and recommendations my way – what would you like to see on there? Recipes? Motivational statements? Shopping tips? Photos of my cat?

Hello and Goodbye

P1020800_2 P1020802 P1020803_2 P1020809_2Dress: Sohomode

Belt: Sussan

Shoes: Milu

Well, hello there.

Sorry for the long dry spells between posts – these last few weeks have been challenging, to say the least.

The business of packing up the entire household has been a stressful and not entirely pleasant experience, though vaguely therapeutic it must be admitted.

When you’re in one place for any extended period of time, you don’t realise quite how much STUFF accumulates. Boxes, cake tins, empty jam jars, ill-fitting underpants and cables that don’t seem to belong to anything. The Sophisticate and I (mostly I… he’s had bigger fish to fry) have spent entire days rooting through cupboards and the backs of dusty shelves, culling our belongings down to the barest minimum.

It’s difficult if you’re the type of person who tends to get sidetracked in nostalgia. A two hour job of sorting out the bookshelves turns into a full day trip down memory lane; re-reading chapters of long forgotten books, and finding photos hidden between the pages.

These past few weeks I’m reminded of several facts about myself:

1. I have too many cake tins


2. I hate change

I do. I know a lot of people thrive on it, but I HATE it. I’ve been in a situation where my life ground to a halt for several years and I chafed under the constraints of it, but I never took the initiative to change it. That would mean leaving something that was safe and familiar for the great unknown…

And look, I understand that change is necessary, healthy, and usually leaves you in a better place than you were before, but if I can avoid it I usually do.

Fortunately, fate often takes the choice out of my hands and forces change upon my unwilling person. And when it does I fret and stress and have nightmares about natural disasters (usually tidal waves). And then – eventually – I pick myself up, dust myself off, and embrace my new normality. Because; 3. I’m adaptable.

The Sophisticate and I celebrated our first anniversary on Monday (Happy Anniversary, my love) and today – four days later – I kissed him goodbye at the airport and sent him off on his new adventure, a job in New York.

We’re barely “out of warranty” (as I joked to my workmates today), and we’re facing a challenging few months apart, with an unclear future ahead.

But it’s exciting, too.

I’m so proud for him. It’s testament to his talent and the amazing work he does that he’s been given such an extraordinary opportunity. And I’m awed by the way he’s embraced the challenge, and leapt head first into the unknown. It’s inspirational, and hopefully one day I will learn to do the same.

So what’s next for me over the months when he’s in New York? For starters I’ll be moving out of my swank inner-city pad, and moving into my brother’s equally swank not-quite-so-inner-city pad.

A new “wall” for Frocks and Frou Frou.

So goodbye. And hello.