It’s not always possible to know the depth of one’s ability until a challenge is staring you in the face.

A few weeks ago, when my friend Joke, contacted me to ask if I could create food art for an event, I had never done anything like that before on a large-scale.

Sure, I had a folder full of such artistic expressions on Pinterest and had pottered around with smaller projects but never for public consumption.

Fast forward to the GTB Fashion Weekend which took place between November 12 – 13, 2016 in Lagos, and Food Fashion Fusion had the opportunity to showcase its creativity for the event’s VIP Lounge.

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It was tough going but with the support of my entire family; my bestie who believes that I can perform brain surgery if I put my mind to it, my husband who just wants me to “Do it!”, my parents who believe that I can perform magic, a crack team and the support of some amazing female entrepreneurs, we created some pretty unique food-fashion installations.

The process was messy and the FFF studio looked like a food hurricane passed through, threw up and the made two more passes.

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We’re still cleaning up, a week after the event πŸ™‚ but we have no regrets.

We made necklaces, dresses, handbags and miniature portraits all designed with different kinds of foods. Nothing was off-limits; fresh chilis, quails’ eggs, coated fennel seeds, “Ridi”; a sesame seed snack from Northern Nigeria, all came into play to create one-of-a-kind jewelry.

But we didn’t stop there, the bags were decorated with everything from Himalayan Pink salt, cacao nibs to Craisins. These bags were crafted by the talented Haowa Bello, CEO of Maison Coquette and the onus was on the FFF team toΒ  enhance them appropriately; weΒ  think that we did well on that front. πŸ™‚

I couldn’t keep my hands of them; talk about irresistible arm candy.

Our centerpieces were Candice and Bianca; oh how these dressed challenged us. We must have used at least four different types of glue to complete these pieces. The well-tailored blank canvases were made by the talented Ronke Madariola, CEO, Kim Couture.

Demure Bianca was made up of Tapioca, Mentos,Β  and communion wafers while Candice, her fun-loving sister was made up of vibrant marshmallows, macarons and rice flakes.

Can you tell ho much we loved these dresses? πŸ™‚

We took the theme further by setting out dessert candles to lend ambiance to the place; they looked and smelled good enough to eat! In fact, we had to ensure that they remained lit so that guests wouldn’t be tempted to taste them :-).

Owambe Candles by Tes Amore was the source of these striking candles and to be quite frank, I have never met someone as invested and interested in scents and candle-making as Hajara Pitan, CEO, Tes Amore.

All in all it was a good outing and I got to meet up with some friends.

 

The FFF team learnt a lot from the experience and we finally got to test run what it would be like to be in each other’s personal space for almost 72 consecutive hours. It wasn’t too bad πŸ™‚

By the grace of God alone, we lived up to our name; “Food Fashion Fusion”

 

 

To know more about Owambe Candles please check out their instgram page

To know more about Kim Couture check out their instagram page

To know more about Maison Coquette check out their Instagram page

All professional photos were taken by Ikechukwu Okwechime. You can view his amazing work here

I haven’t written a post on any fashion related subject on this blog in I-don’t-know-how-long so it seemed fitting to do so with this……
No, it is not about an ultra chic homeless woman, quite the contrary; my trendy bag lady was homely and oh-so-chic!!
We met for the first time during a pilates class at a mutual friend’s gym. She was impossible to ignore; she made sounds akin to that of a beached whale in labour and was barely able to follow through on the exercises. She was positioned behind me and the whole time I kept wondering who this tortured soul was. After class, Oyinkan (later dubbed “Tweety” by both of us), the over energised gym owner/Pilates instructor, introduced us and much to my amazement she wasn’t whale-like in any way! She was a svelte pretty lady withΒ  a mega watt smile. I couldn’t contain myself so I asked, ” Why are you taking this class?” and she answered in pure innocence, “I need to keep my tum under control” I almost went berserk!! What tum? She might as well have told me to hurl myself at plastic surgeon for liposuction…..Anyway, that’s how I met Ijeoma and we fast became close friends. We soon discovered that we shared similar interests in food, music, life’s values and even attended the same church.

Ijeoma’s Mega watt smile.


We would plan lunches, walks, breakfast hangouts and the like every now and again and it was always such a delightful time. One thing stood out though, Ijeoma loved to dress up and dress up stylishly! It wasn’t vulgar or in your face but she possessed some of the most exquisite bags and shoes!! Her bags were simply divine. Very dernier cri. I remember this teal Yves Saint Laurent patent tote she had, oh my! Oh my! But what I loved about her was that these items did not define her, she was not at all consumed by these fashion items, she just wore them with an ease that belied their value.
One day, on June 15, 2009, we met up after work for quick chat and as I approached her she started squealing in delight. I was stunned to say the least because I couldn’t imagine that she was that happy to see me. She was pointing excitedly at my bag and made off to her car; it was all very confusing to say the least. Then she re-emerged and there it was, we had the EXACT bag! Hers was grey and mine was cream coloured. It was a Reiss bag which my dad had given me as gift a few days before. I could not believe it. I started squealing as well! I know it sounds silly but I felt like having the same bag as she did validated my sense of style.

Our Reiss “sister” Bags

We promptly took pictures of the sister bags (which we named – thankfully I cannot remember their names πŸ™‚ ) and I sent the picture to a friend, Lebari, who had gushed over my bag earlier. It was a bonding moment indeed.

My Email to Lebari announcing my latest discovery


Whoever said that lightning does not strike the same place twice , clearly knew nothing of my and Ijeoma’s shared affinity for all things pretty and shiny.
This time we were having a church organised ladies’ hangout at Tweety’s gym and since I arrived late, I missed Ijeoma who had made a quick appearance and rushed off to another engagement. So I sauntered in toting my latest prized possession; a Ted Baker bag.
Please allow me to explain how I happened upon this piece of deliciousness. My best friend and I were on vacation in the UK, Birmingham to be precise, and in our usual fashion we took the main mall there by storm (a topic for another post). The Bull Ring is not a mall for the faint hearted; it is huge and teeming with more shops than any human being should have to contend with. But you see, for Moji and I, it was just the perfect natural habitat for us. So we wove our way in and out of stores, leaving destruction in our wake, our respective bank accounts would testify to this and then we were in Selfridges. This is where it gets a little hazy for me, all I remember is staring across the shop floor at the Ted Baker section and seeing this glint of pink gold and black patent beckon to me. I stood transfixed as I took in the silhouette of this glistening temptress. Moji came over as I pointed wordlessly at this item that I KNEW I HAD to HAVE and I made my way over to the shop attendant who was ever so helpful as she allowed my caress the bag. She told me how it was part of the new collection and had just come on the shelf that morning. I knew in that moment that I was taking the bag home with me. She told me the cost which lifted my dreamy haze for a minute but I quickly reached into my wallet and paid for it regardless of the hefty dent it was inflicting on my finances…….
Back at the hangout, I got settled and stowed my bag safely away from the path of any dribbles or spills and then Tweety pops up and says, “You have to be kidding!”, “Ijeoma just left with the same bag but hers was green!” Then she adds in that high-pitched Tweety tone of hers, “Both of you are not serious!” I couldn’t believe it! Again?! What were the odds?! I racked my brain, I remember seeing the orange, beige and grey version of the bags in the shops but green? Only Ijeoma could manage that. So after our soiree I gave Ijeoma a ring and told her about our second happy fashion coincidence and she couldn’t believe it either! We agreed that a rendez-vous would be in order so that the bags could meet and acquaint themselves with each other.

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We did meet up eventually and sure enough, we had the same bag, we were tickled pink to say the least. She relayed the tale of how as she rushed through Heathrow to catch her flight home, she went past the Ted Baker shop in the duty-free section and the bag caught her eye. She stopped, bought it and raced on to the plane. I understood her reaction and decision completely!!!
We shared many other memorable non-bag related moments…….but our bag moments were one of a kind.
Even though you are no longer here with us, you will always be cherished…..I miss you so much my dear friend……..Till we meet again……..Rest in peace. ….
NOTE: My friend Ijeoma was one of the hundreds of people killed by the ill fated Dana flight 992 of June 3, 2012; there were no survivors.
Just two days before she had called me to assure that she would come visit me and my baby (who had been born a few months earlier)……the visit never happened.
She was a truly beautiful human being and she left quite a legacy of love and kindness and of course wise counsel. What will you be remembered for?
Live. Love. Learn

It has been a few good months since my ast post. My absence was not intentional at all; I have been on a quite a journey. On this journey, I have been through so many changes that food, cooking and matters about fashion etc were not in my top priorities.
I have taken a few wobbly steps towards re-establishing my presence in the kitchen and I am definitely more interested in fashion and trends than I was a few months ago. In fact, last month I was a guest blogger on blackhairinformation.com and was actually paid for my writing! A very exciting development I assure you. These are the links to the articles I wrote (be sure to check them out):
Styling Relaxed Hair for the Holiday Season
A Cheat’s Guide to Maximising Relaxed Hair
Styling and Caring for Relaxed Hair
The Process of Relaxing your Hair
The Quest for Long Relaxed Hair
This is one of my attempts at cooking recently. It is so weird how I felt unsure about measurements and flavours after having not cooked for a long time but it all came back to me slowly.

Spaghetti and Meat Balls


On one occasion during my cooking hiatus, we had a guest over for lunch, so I resorted to ordering food in.Thankfully our guest enjoyed the meal. πŸ™‚

Shredded Beef in Black Pepper Sauce and Mushrooms


A very dear friend and ardent supporter of my blog made some sushi. I was so proud of her that I promised to showcase it on my next post.

Kiki’s Homemade Sushi


There you have it! I haven’t abandoned food and fashion fusion and there will definitely be more posts from me as we head into the ver so exciting holiday season. To all my friends and family in the United States; Happy Thanks Giving!

If you are like me, you would have embarked on a long journey with your hair and would have had good times and the “what-on-earth-were-you-thinking times”.
Mine has been quite the road trip. As most of us do, I started life with a decent head of hair; full curly and quite unruly. After surviving the age of natural hair management by straightening it out with a hot comb, weaving it (also known as corn rows) and threading it (an african hairstyle that, involves a special technique of wrapping the entire length of hair in cotton or plastic thread), I resorted to the not-so-natural way of managing it using relaxers. After relaxing my hair, I ventured into the world of weaves and braids. I assure you that each hair making style/technique listed has been painful and time-consuming and yet I have put up with this inconvenience for years (please don’t ask why).

Curly and Kinky a 2005 hair experiment with a kinky weave


My hair in "feathered" braids (2010)


Big long braids (2010)


Corn rows with extensions (April 30, 2007)


Long straight (side parted full head weave) (2007)


A failed attempt at a Kerry Hilson hair cut (November 2010)


Braids with human hair extensions (ths hair stye is known as "pick n drop" in Nigeria) (December 2010)


Rocking a fringed weave (March 2011)

I am at cross roads in my hair sojourn; ironically I am at a point wear I prefer to wear my hair naturally. After years of relaxing, braiding, fixing weaves and everything in between, I am trying to reverse some of the hair damage that has resulted from my hair experiments. If you gasped audibly, I wouldn’t blame you. It is a very unnerving situation to deal with.

But it’s not all gloom and doom, I have discovered many products that could help repair hair damage and loss. (Please note that I am self-confessed hair product junky and strongly recommend that you get proper medical consultation if you suffer from severe hair loss). In my quest to restore my hair to its former glory, I have used the organic root stimulator range; I wasn’t entirely satisfied with the outcome and then I moved on to the Dr. Miracle’s range and there were no real miracles there for me either. I now use the Groganics range and I have to say that I am quite pleased with the outcome so far. Although, I have to add that I have also stepped down the number of times I relax my hair in year to just once and I use an amazing gentle relaxer from the Kanellia range; I believe that this has improved the overall texture and welfare of my hair.

Wigged out - January 2011


Wigged out II - I currently alternate between this look and wearing my natural hair as shown below


Au naturel (July 2011)


Au naturel (using Femi's tie as a hair band πŸ™‚ ) (July 2011)


I have close friends who wear their hair completely natural; free from any chemical processing and I have to say that they look amazing. However, I haven’t been so bold as to take that step just yet. Maintaining natural hair requires a good measure of discipline and the use of natural/organic products such as shea butter and castor oil etc and to be frank, I don’t have the fortitude to follow through.
If you have been endowed with great hair, please don’t take it for granted as I did;Β  nourish it and care for it. Use products that suit your hair and follow a good diet.
Trust me, you do not want to have a hair today gone tomorrow episode.
I would love to hear about your hair adventures and pictures would be great too!!!

During my childhood, I remember that when women got dressed to go out for parties and events, they donned the traditional lace buba and iro (blouse and wrap skirt) associated with the South-Western part of Nigeria or the lace/satin blouse and “george” fabric wrap skirt associated with the Eastern part of Nigeria. Accompanied by towering head-gear of all shapes, colours and sizes, beads, gold trinkets and coordinating hand-bags and footwear they represented the height of Nigerian fashion. A little later on, influenced by Senegalese fashion, the Boubou, a billowing Kaftan-like attire made from batik and tie-dyed fabric and matching embroidery work around the neckline and hems, stormed the fashion scene and women wafted around in these gargantuan (often) heavily starched attire. I often thought in my head that one could get concussed if one were to run into these starched contraptions, thankfully I was never unfortunate enough to test the veracity of this thought.

The colourful fabric known as Ankara was considered to be cheap and very unfashionable. It was reserved for hard-done by folk who could not afford the lavish lace and george fabrics. It was never a fabric that one could wear on an outing. Today, however, Ankara has literally taken on a different life form; we simply cannot seem to get enough of it. Almost every Nigerian designer from “Jewel by Lisa“, “Zebra” to “Ituen Basi” use it in their collections in the most amazing ways. It has featured on runways abroad and at home, it is everywhere; I mean everywhere. The lowly rejected Ankara is now a mainstay in every woman’s wardrobe.

It is quite an interesting turn around as I remember that the first time I wore Ankara, I hated it. It was my grand mother’s funeral and the family was bedecked in this putrid brown Ankara fabric. To make matters worse, one of my aunts had the bright idea to make mine into a Boubou; a double fashion faux pas to me!

Yellow Tulip Ankara Dress by Zebra

Thankfully, I survived that era and now I am enjoying the Ankara renaissance. The versatility, the colours and the patterns have given rise to so many possibilities. It can be beaded, sequined and bejewelled. Ankara clothing are made for casual wear and formal wear; it is popularly worn to events like weddings, coctails and the beach; “Da Viva” has a collection of Ankara bikinis made by “Patience Please“. Its status has even be elevated for use in upholstery of avant guard furnishing (Zebra Living makes the most amazing chairs and ottomans covered in Ankara) andΒ  it is also used to make footwear, necklaces and ornaments which have been made popular by Ituen Basi.

Chair by Zebra Living

Abule Chair by Zebra Living

Not to be left out of this raging trend Aldo shoes in the UK now have two pairs (of decidedly unattractive – in my opinion) ankara-covered wedges on sale.

Aldo Ankara wedges in the shop window captured by Ijeoma Uju who was in the UK last week


Aldo Ankara Clutch - Picture taken by my friend Simbo during her UK Holiday in April 2011

Some of the trendiest hand bags are now made partly or entirely of Ankara. Tiffany Amber has a new collection of leather and Ankara Birkin inspired bags and yours truly is the proud owner of some really trendy arm candy made from the ubiquitous fabric (pictured below).

Picture of Ankara clutch kindly donated by Ijeoma Uju


Yellow Ankara Dress and Brown Ankara Bag

It is trendy and it is available; go on then, do some shakara in Ankara. You know you want to πŸ™‚

You could also read an interesting piece on the history of Ankara by Bella Naija at http://www.bellanaija.com/2009/02/16/vogue-celebrates-nigerian-ankara/

Yellow Ankara Dress and Green Ankara Bag with matching bangle

For more information on the bags pictured above or to place orders please contact me at dilim21@yahoo.com

It’s Christmas, Easter, a wedding, a birthday, Mothers’ day, Fathers’ day, an Anniversary and every other celebration that mankind has designed to make gift giving more tedious than it already is.

Special executive Christmas gift boxes


If one were to choose to celebrate every occasion on the calendar, how many different gifts could you possibly give to one person? It all gets very confusing and I dare say casts a dark cloud on giving gifts.
Over time, I have found that the best gifts to give are the simple, useful items. Of course what is considered to be simple or useful is relative, however, there is little use in giving something that is of no use or value to the recipient.
Yes, we all know that friend or family member who seems to have it all, who never seems to need anything that you have to offer or that you could afford for that matter.

Gifts for children


I have known one of the best gift givers in the world for fourteen odd years now and I can honestly say that I have learned a lot from watching her assemble, wrap and primp a variety of items before presenting them to delighted persons. My best friend, Moji can dress a can of tuna and make it look like the last tin of sturgeon roe (a.k.a caviar) left on earth.

Christmas gift boxes


And so, following her lead, I have put my spin on gift giving and have had immense fun in the process. The first rule is to have a budget and stay within it. Secondly, know the recipient; it is entirely counter productive to give a Muslim friend a rum drenched cake or a diabetic a basket bursting with chocolate. Thirdly, where possible, use a collection of items to make up the gift. And finally, have the gift(s) beautifully packaged.

Arrangement ideas for gift boxes


So, for instance, do you want to give a gift to your husband who is a sweet tooth, mad about cars, thinks that Jeremy Clarkson is a sage and dreams of speeding down the autobahn in a sleek shiny Maserati? The solution is simple, you probably couldn’t afford to buy a Maserati for him (but if you can, great!) so buy a book about luxury sports cars, get a DVD box set of Top Gear, gather a collection of his favourite chocolates and candies (if they are shaped like a Maserati it would be a bonus). Wrap each item with the proper wrapping paper, assemble the items in a beautiful gift box and voila! You would have given him a simple useful gift that he would cherish (while he continues to nurse his dreams of driving a luxury car).

Masculine Christmas gift boxes


In my opinion the presentation of a gift is just as important as the gift itself. So be sure to experiment with various kinds of wrapping papers, trimmings, ribbons and bows. Also, make sure that the actual wrapping process is symmetrical and tidy. It is usually ideal to use soft wrapping paper or tissue wrap for cylindrical or curvy objects and heavier paper for square objects.
If you find that you do not enjoy wrapping gifts and hate to get embroiled in doing up fiddly bows then use the services of the professional gift wrapping department which most gift shops offer.
I thoroughly enjoyed shopping for and putting together all the gifts featured here. I find it to be therapeutic and especially rewarding when people gasp with surprise or coo with joy when they receive their gifts. A la prochaine! πŸ™‚

Christmas gift boxes assembled and ready for delivery

As a woman when you think of your wedding, you think of a beautiful day where you would look amazing, the venue would be a dream, your husband would be dapper and the weather would be perfect and at the end you both ride off into the sunset to the perfect honeymoon destination.
In reality however, the journey to the altar could be a hazardous one that could make a season of Survivor look like a picnic.
Since October 23, 2007, I had identified the dress that I wanted to be married in. It was a beautiful simple dress with a great silhouette made from white silk taffeta with the most exquisite silvery Chantilly lace overlay. I can’t be sure who the designer of the dress was but it had the esthetic of a Monique L’Huillier or Amsale wedding dress. I had seen it on the Ross Oscar Knight website (This link is actually about a decidedly romantic marriage proposal however at the end of the video I followed a link to one of Ross’s albums and there I saw the dress of my dreams).
So, when Femi proposed to me on Valentine’s day of 2008 there was no question as to what I would wear on our big day. I had always dreamed of having a custom dress made so that it would fit perfectly (given my height and curves). With a picture of what I wanted in hand, I engaged the services of wedding dress designer who assured me that he could replicate the dress and even exceed my expectations. With 7 months to D-day I entrusted my dream in the hands of this charming, reassuring, seemingly competent designer. He went further to tell me that his bridal package covered accessories and shoes, therefore I could strike those off my list. Boy! Was I relieved to have found him!!
After about 3 months, I had not had a fitting nor had I seen a shell of the dress, my inquiries about the progress of the work were met with bountiful reassurances that the situation was under control and that a fitting would be scheduled in the near future. When I finally have a fitting and I am faced with a calico like shell of a dress and I couldn’t help but wonder how the dress could still be at such an unfinished phase of it’s production at this time. On and on it went until one day, about 4 weeks to the wedding I got “the call” informing me that the dress was ready. Femi and I headed over to the designer’s and I promptly banished Femi downstairs while I skipped upstairs to see my dress. As I ascended my eye caught a voluminous lump of a dress and I remember thinking “Who’s is that??!!” And much to my horror the designer hoisted the ugly dress up and moved it towards me.

For a minute I stood rooted to the spot as I gave the dress a once over; it did not REMOTELY resemble the picture I had given him. Had I been drunk on a Grappa and Tequilla cocktail, I could neither have designed nor made a more hideously monstrous item of clothing!

He urged me to try it one promising that would look better on. I couldn’t possible see how that could be; the dress I wanted was sleek, simple and elegant whereas this creation was bulky, overworked and offensive. He had attached huge cream coloured sequined appliques on it that turned rainbow coloured when they caught the light. It was worse than a bad dream and I burst into tears as I looked at myself in the mirror. I mean, it is not rocket science to figure outΒ  that since I am tall and not a size 6 that I do not need volumes of tulle or a basket under my skirt! I looked like a ladybug on steroids or worse THE BRIDE OF FRANKENSTEIN! I couldn’t believe that this was happening.
Femi had to come up to console me; of course I was inconsolable. There was no plan B. This was a disaster. Our honey-tongued designer once again “assured” us that he could fix it. Femi pleaded with me to give him one more chance and I did. After about 3 more weeks, with one week to go, I go for what should have been a final fitting and the disaster had gotten worse (I did not think it was possible for it to have worsened). Reality sets in: I do not have a dress to wear on my wedding day! And I have 7 days to find one.
My rescuer came in the form of friend who makes clothes for me and who had come to know my style and preferences. She runs a label called Gbemisoke. (www.gbemisoke.blogspot.com)
We explained the situation to her over the phone and thankfullyΒ  she consented to helping salvage the situation. We engaged her on a Thursday, she proceeded to shop for the fabrics on Friday, spent the whole day on Saturday making the dress and on Sunday I went for my first fitting and the dress fit perfectly. It wasn’t by any means what I had previously envisioned but at this stage, I couldn’t be choosy.

Getting dressed on the big day


I rushed off the dress to the dry cleaners and my best friend, Moji and I proceeded to comb Lagos looking for the perfect shoes and accessories but it was difficult to find the ideal kitten heeled shoes at such short notice. By the time the news of my ordeal reached my close friends, Darbuni shipped her wedding dress, shoes, veil and corset to me from Abuja (to guard against any surprises from the dry cleaners) and Joke offered me a spare pair of wedding shoes that she had purchased for her wedding the year before. Thankfully the dry cleaners did not pull any surprises.

Walking down the aisle


Although I wore Joke’s shoes for the wedding ceremony, after we had said our vows, I kicked them off (they hurt my feet) and wore a pair of white sequined flip-flops valued at Β£1 for the photo session and the reception.

Our first dance


The wedding went well and I thank God for all the love and support that I received from my family and friends. It was a difficult time but it all worked out and except a select number of people, no on knew of the “drama” surrounding my journey to the altar.

Glowing with joy and relief


Update – September 13, 2014
So after 6 years, it looks like the hassle of the wedding was worth it. We have two amazing little ones and our relationship has grown and expanded in amazing ways; God has been truly awesome.
Here are some more pictures from the traditional wedding back I’m 2008, wedding pictures and a few random recent pictures.
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Blue dress with white lace apron


My favourite Pink Dress with pink velvet sash


It has taken me the better part of me to start this blog but here I am and here goes………… There is nothing more gratifying than being connected to that unique element within you that lights a spark in your soul. You know, that “thing” that fascinates you, that makes you want to explore, to create. In my case, it’s the love of fashion and food.

Since I was about five years old, I remember being mesmerised as a I watched my mum get dressed to go out. She would open up her vanity case and there would be all these glittery things in it; necklaces, earrings, rings, beads, watches all pretty and sparkly, calling out to me. I would want desperately to rummage through the case and try some things on but with a stern glare from her, I would promptly relocate myself to my “watch-post” and dream of the day when I would be a grown up too and will have my very own vanity case filled with shiny baubles.

As a child, I always knew what I wanted to wear and often times my mum would stare at me, bewildered, as I stomped my foot and said, “I don’t want daffun!” “I want deeffun!” She would usually give in provided I wasn’t angling to go to school in a Diana Ross inspired sequined dress.
I remember this amazing pink dress that I had. It had the prettiest floral print, a pink velvet sash, which I thought was so princessy, and a white lace collar. I wore that dress until it was almost thread bare. On my sixth birthday my parents bought the most amazing dress (to me it was). It was light blue and had a white lace apron that fit over it and tied on the sides. Oh! How I adored that dress……..In the same breath, I remember rather vividly this hideous outfit my mum imposed on me! The trauma! It was from Mothercare, it was maroon and the outfit could never quite decide if it was a skirt or a pair of shorts. Yes! Audible gasp! My mum forced me to wear skorts! And I hated every minute. It was one of those outfits that had a matching checkered maroon shirt. What really got my goat was that my sister did not suffer the same indignity. No! She had a similar outfit in navy blue but hers was a proper skirt. So why oh why would mum make me wear skorts? Well, I survived that phase and I think the outfit disappeared mysteriously after a trip to my hometown. Maybe I let it float away in the stream and maybe I didn’t, who knows?
More about my fashion and culinary exploits soon!