Fat Day 101

I caught up with a girlfriend for what was supposed to be Lunch-slash-Gallery Day but we never made it past Table 18. A good part of this working day was spent flirting with the idea of checking out the exhibition we'd come to see, taunting an American waiter and discussing happenings on Planet Relationship in Dave Chapelle's Rick James voices. While we ate very little food, copious amounts of wine were involved on this Harare-Mbama-Feeling-Fat Day.

I'm convinced there isn't a single woman who doesn't have a couple of fat days every month. These are the days when loose tops debut, diets go out the window, treadmills are distant memories and loved ones + lovers are on the receiving end of irrationality. For me, these are the days I also pull out some reggae music that makes me laugh out loud like no one else in this building or cry like I've just been dumped. Yes this is a fashion blog but its important you all know that I'm real. I'm a real woman with real issues. Got days when zits appear out of nowhere, when I just want to chill  in my pyjamas all day and eat a whole flattened chicken, when I'm frazzled after an old boyfriend gets in touch, when I hiss my teeth at some teenage girl in her micro mini and when I put Monica's Don't Take It Personal on repeat until I master her every murmur.

These fat days are the days wide leg pants and a silk scarf come out to play. I thought I'd keep it casual with a singlet, some bangles from H&M and a Harare street vendor and throw in a little high fashion in the form of Louis pumps I adore. As expected, the weather turned and I wore a cardigan that can be worn several ways.  

Top - Supre

Pants - DKNY

Cardigan - DKNY

Scarf - from Beijing market

Shoes - Louis Vuitton

Bag - Barneys New York

Jewellery - Hikari earrings + Georg Jensen watch + 

H&M bangles + wooden bangles 

from a street vendor

 xxx

The Ol' Faithful Shift



I love colour but I find myself wearing more and more black the longer I live in Melbourne, a city whose inhabitants wear darker tones even in high summer. Thought I'd wear a silk shift that's proven to be one of my best buys yet. This is what I wore yesterday, a day before Zimbabwe's Independence Day.

 

 Dress - DKNY

Bag - Prada

Shoes - Casadei
Sunglasses - Alain Mikli

Jewellery - all BVLGARI

Then a few hours later...

So I overdosed on a little Mavado and began singing Money Changer at the tram stop

Someone who came across Sunday's That I-Rep-263-For-Life DVF Dress post emailed me to congratulate me on my new blog and asked what my mantra is. I have to admit that I don't have just one mantra. However, I do live by:

I only have this one life. I must live to the fullest each day in good shoes.

So, if Mary J's words touch my soul as I'm sitting on the tram best believe I'm not ashamed to boogie in my seat as I sing her words ever so softly to myself. This January, I got to see Movado in concert in Harare and now he's got me whining up on these streets busting moves I never knew I had. If I had one year to live - I'd spend a good part of that year eating at only the best restaurants, travellling with my family, wearing the craziest eyewear a la Iris Apfel (my muse) and trying to track down Mavado The Gully God.

I'm off to solo dinner and a movie. What to wear?  

xxx