So, when it comes to fashion I pretty much have always had a sense of who I am and what I like. I sorta always just accepted my eccentricity, my innate desire for vibrancy and the escape that fantasy provides. My eclectic mix of styles, periods, colour and texture follow no real rules just instinct. Maybe I was just born with this confidence, maybe it exists within most children and I just haven’t evolved into your typical ‘adult’ sense of style or maybe it was as simple as

Well not quite, but it’s working its magic. Tangerine, burnt orange, rust if you must, hell even a good ole pop of Fanta orange – spells fun; full stop. Orange is the only colour that shares its name with a fruit – so when you see orange your brain can almost smell and taste the fruit. It’s really a sensory overload – warms you right up in the autumn and in winter it conjures up thoughts of the leaves turning all kinda gorgeous shades of orange – I can smell the fragrance

It’s super late; my 7-year old’s snuggled up in my bed, the baby monitor is on and the annoying sleep-inducing music app. is blaring in the background. Mr Big is working the night shift again and I can’t fall off to sleep. This year has been just weird so far; I’ve been sick for all of January, in fact so sick that I decided to call it quits on breastfeeding my little guy after 2.5 years because my body was feeling the toll. To make matters worse my heart is sore because I m