Just like you.

When I was younger I hated it when people said I looked like my Mum. I didn't want to look like anyone else. I wanted to be exotic, individual. Now I like it when people say I look like her. She is one of the best, most wonderful, funny and beautiful people I know. I like that you can tell that I'm hers.

January.

I have just started watching the first season of Mad Men. I love the fashion, the style and January Jones. So beautiful.

Somewhere special.

Anooke's year 12 major art work was selected for this years Art Express exhibition at the Art Gallery of NSW, so we drove into the city for the launch. It was so exciting to see her brilliant film playing at the gallery. Afterwards we wanted to take her somewhere special for lunch to celebrate. Lella and I threw some ideas around, but Anooke's idea of special was Harry's Cafe De Wheels – a totally stylin' roadside diner. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised by Anooke anymore.

The perks of work.

I love my job, but it was made even better when one of our paper reps dropped in a box of Adriano Zumbo macarons. Everything about them was divine. The packaging, the colours, the flavours – oh the joy.

Sweet sweet roses.

I was asked to put some flowers together for a wedding last weekend, so last Friday Lella and I got up at 4.30am and headed to the flower markets in search of some pretty blooms.

Before my first visit to the flower markets, I had imagined them to be a beautiful, serene place filled with rows of flowers and pretty coloured tents. My romantic fantasy was well and truly shattered when I realised the reality was quite different. The markets are dirty, wet, stressful and busy. The sellers are big men in leather aprons – some are nice and some are awful. The rows of flowers are there, but the dirty white buckets they're in are a long way from my pretty coloured tents.

If you've never been it's worth the trip. They sell flowers you could never imagine. Lella and I saw a bunch of beetroot coloured roses. I wish I had've bought them.

We spent the day putting together bouquets and discussing what our 'florist names' would be – I chose Felicity and Lella chose Anastacia. My house has smelt of roses all week. It's beautiful.

I still dream about you.

Image via ffffound

AllSaints Spitalfields.

I love this collection from AllSaints. Makes me lust for cold weather in the 38 degree heat.

Moment for life.

The boy that I love just moved to New York. Before I had even met him that was my dream too; now that he's done it first I feel like I shouldn't want it anymore. How do you stay true to your own dreams without having someone else think its about them?

Lella's dream home.

My dream house in Brooklyn. Interior design by Eva Gentry.