FASHION

You know that totally smug look that creeps onto your face when deep down inside you know you are right about something…and your face can’t hold back? Kind of like the Grinch who stole Christmas? The big grin across his face. Well I had that look plastered across my face a few weeks ago when perusing some of the high street chains on Oxford Street. Store after store had blazers in a variety of colours. Pink, Yellow, Printed Orange…a variety that could rival an ice cream shop. I have been a huge fan of Blazers to dress up and dress…

I like plain basic clothing. A basic white or black t-shirt, with a comfortable pair of jeans; A loose-fit slip on pair of trousers with an over-sized shirt. But every once in a while, I like to flirt with colours, prints and patterns. There’s this thing I have about stars. I’m from Kenya and one of my favourite things about home is looking at the stars when you’re sitting on the soft white sands on Diani Beach with the sound of the waves splashing against the beach. You can’t miss a star… the night sky is speckled with them and…

Last week it had been coming down like buckets, like the heavens opened and decided that 48 hours of non stop rain at the end of May, is exactly what the good fine people of London, reeeee-alllly needed. This week the sun is shining and the weather is bright and beautiful. If there is anything to deter shoppers from hitting the high street, you would think torrential rain would be it. Come rain, snow or sunshine, central London is always a shopper’s paradise. One cold rainy evening a week ago, Oxford Street was buzzing, and I zipped in between sauntering…

When I was younger I went through a phase. Let’s just call it the fat phase, where I suddenly piled on the pounds. It was a real blow to my confidence and in turn my love for fashion wavered. It’s one of the worst feelings in the world when you want to wear a particular outfit, but your body just isn’t having it. You can pull, tug and hold your breath till you turn blue in the face; those jeans aren’t going to happen today. Or tomorrow. Until you zip your mouth and hit the gym. To counter the sudden…

A few years ago I was window-shopping with one of my best friends when I picked up another sparkly sequin jacket. She looked over at me and insisted I had enough. Sequins were not going to be in fashion forever. I disagreed. Fashion trends come and go…and always, somehow, come back. Reinvented, brighter, softer, sharper, and edgier, with oomph, glam and bejazz. I preached it as though I was conducting a powerful sermon on a Sunday morning. I’m pretty sure I even ended it with an Amen too. Channelling my Mother, I very recently turned around and said those four…

I have this weakness for pointed flats. There, I said it. I have friends who have amazing collections of high heels by Christian Louboutin, Jimmy Choo, Prada, YSL, the list goes on…but I’m a collector of beautiful comfortable flat shoes. Mainly because I live in London and haven’t mastered the Carrie Bradshaw walk around the city in heels look, or maybe because I sometimes look like a baby gazelle trying to walk for the first time! I learnt the hard way, that when they aren’t made of leather, your toes have little chance of surviving the day, but when you…