Sooo after feeling like a little bit of a phoney at a ‘bloggers’ event, I decided I really did need to have a proper blog. Especially if I wanted to actually call myself a blogger… and warrant the judge-y looks I give everyone’s outfits / exorbitant amount of time I spend on social media. It’s also hard to squeeze a Miranda-deemed-adequate amount of sarcasm into one teeny Instagram caption. And then there’s the heart breaking process of only being able to upload ONE TEENSY PHOTO… In SQUARE (ie half the photo is also cuff of).
Therefore, in an effort to prove myself to the world that is blogging, here goes an attempt at something that probably no one will read… Except my mum and grandma – quality support but hopeless at constructive criticism. But hey, then I can legitimately claim to be a blogger. At the very least, it won’t be boring and a precautionary warning, it won’t be for the faint hearted.
For those fearful of print clashing or colour, beware, you might get the shock (perhaps a good one?) of a lifetime. In a sea of neutrals-only, matcha-drinking, hat-wearing Melbournians, I’ll be desperately attempting to keep my head above water with any kind of coloured / printed / textured items (NOTE: I take obsessions to a new level) I can possibly get my baby-sized hands on.
Miranda out x
- Dress – T by Alexander Wang
- Shoes – And Other Stories
- Bag – Topshop
- Ring – Mania Mania
- Flash Tattoo – Flashtat