My little man turned eight yesterday.
Can you remember how exciting birthdays were at that age?
You didn’t necessarily need a whole tribe of friends to celebrate. Just your real mates.
You got so excited that the days leading up to the big day caused the internal volume on your vocal chords to be on high. ALL. THE. TIME.
You absolutely peaked at the thought of all the lollies and cake you would consume.
And you got overwhelmed by the gifts. They were exactly what you wanted (except in my case, of course, when there was no Barbie doll to unwrap … I will put that behind me … one day).
Well, Master SY certainly ticked off all of the above and more.
There was a laser tag party on Saturday for him and his mates and the cake request was for a Pokemon stadium cake. Thankfully the Google gods lead me to this site for inspiration. Between Mr SY (who can now add working with fondant icing to his life skills) and I, we pulled off a more *rustic* version.
Lolly bags were actually lolly cups – Pokemon cups sourced from here. And the lollies? Also sourced online at Big Lolly – by far the most easy and cost effective way to buy good quality lollies. Most were gluten free too, which is something not easy to find in a supermarket, particularly if you’re a fan of a gummy worm or two. We used the gummy jet plane lollies to make the yellow and red triangles on the cake.
Now, you might think that in the 8th birthday party outfit department I might have shied away from wearing white anywhere near a boy’s birthday party. Particularly when there was chocolate ganache involved in the cake department.
Well, Stylers, I don’t mind a risk with my whites and I took just that on Saturday.
See, here in our part of the world, while others have been shivering through a cold snap, winter has been flirting with spring. Teasing us with mild overnight temperatures and glorious days (particularly yesterday). I’m not fooled by such flirting as I’ve lived through enough Augusts around here to know that the bracing westerly winds are coming any day. According to the weather people, apparently that day is Tuesday.
So, taking advantage of the more spring-like conditions, I decided to take out a new Ollie & Max navy shirt* for its first excursion and wear it back with the jeans I bought in the US almost a year ago … because I was feeling a bit sad that life got in the way of me going to BlogHer this year (if life hadn’t got in the way I’d be on a plane right now to Chicago but let’s not talk about that, shall we?).
As for the shirt … Remember when I bought this white one back in March? My blogging mate, Mrs Woog, told me to get on board and I’m so glad I did. While this shirt doesn’t win in the no-iron department, like this one, it does earn its place in my wardrobe because its shape and cut is all kinds of forgiving on a sizeable bust. I find it difficult to find regular shirt styles that fit my bust AND my hips. This one does thanks to the pintucks and way it falls from under the bust.
This navy shirt is exactly the same cut as the white one but in a linen fabric that feels all kinds of amazing to wear. Yes, it’s a hand wash and will require an iron but it’s not a linen that crushes badly the moment you sit down.
Let’s talk about navy. It’s often a hue linked with a more *mature*, conservative lady’s wardrobe. And that’s ok because they rock the navy look.
Navy is also a very chic option for all ages.
I love navy and black together for a midnight blue kind of fusion. In summer I love navy worked back with nude shoes or a splash of orange or coral. Like most, I’m a sucker for a splash of red and white around this dark shade of blue (when it warms up will wear it with my Ollie & Max red and white striped skirt). Supreme timeless style right there. Just ask the French.
Want more navy inspiration? I’ve created a board on Pinterest just for you.
Oh, and those white jeans? Want to know how they pulled up? A little chocolate ganache on the back pocket but nothing my laundry management skills can’t handle.
Tell me what you think about navy? Friend or foe?