Oh, Stylers. I am hurting.
The annual-gender-non-specific flu has descended on our house. It’s whipped through the youngest one (who’s now bouncing off the walls and thankfully back at school today), laid flat Mr SY and now it’s playing havoc with me, which would be all well and good except it’s not been a weekend of rest around these parts.
As you know, my eldest son turned 18 last Thursday. We celebrated that day and yesterday we had a family lunch (with a couple of his mates too). The party action will apparently happen first week back at uni, by which time most of his mates will have turned 18.
We never let a birthday go by without turning it into an occasion. Sunday lunch at Alex Surf Club it was. The Sunshine Coast put on its moody best.
And because I never let a birthday occasion go past without seizing the opportunity to make a cake, I did just that.
There have been many birthday cakes created for my son over his 18 years … the cruise ship that almost required an engineering degree to construct; the Pikachu cake to fuel the height of his Pokemon obsession … this time I knew I had to go beyond my basic Women’s Weekly kids cake book knowledge. Throwing a packet of lollies over an iced chocolate cake would no longer cut it either.
And then I remembered, I’d ages ago pinned an image of a Tim Tam cake from Sydney blog, Raspberri Cupcakes. Bingo.
And yes, it does fall into the death by chocolate category of cakes … in a malty mix of textures that only lovers of Tim Tams can know and respect.
Me? I did my level best to keep away from it.
See, in the fuzz that was my flu-muddled mind, I thought it would be a terrific idea to pop on a white shirt to wear out to lunch.
Dear readers, as any member of my family will tell you … me and white shirts do not good eating companions make.
There is a 98% chance that said shirt will act like a magnet to any food within a five metre radius; increasing to 100% should said food be of the chocolate or tomato-coloured variety.
I’d like to tell you that this time, I’d beaten the odds. That the shirt was not harmed in the making of this outfit post. But I’d be lying.
It wasn’t the chocolate cake that did it though. It was the sauce from someone’s chips that found it’s way on to the elbow.
Why am I telling you this tale?
Because it’s the tale of the magic Mela Purdie white shirt, that’s why. I’ve talked up Mela Purdie here on the blog before. It’s one of my fave lifestyle labels. It is not cheap but the quality is hard to match, particularly if you need a wardrobe that works and moves with you.
Mela started her label with a line of jersey that doesn’t cling and now includes other fabrics that have passed the travel and repeated use test.
This shirt is made from “technical polyester”. I know right now you’re thinking … polyester? Sticky, non-breathable, too much static? That’s ok, because that’s what I thought too. Until I wore the fabric.
I’m here to tell you it breathes better than silk and cotton and is more easy to care for too … pop in the wash, hang up, wear. No iron required and food “incidents” are swiftly dealt with.
The other thing Mela gets so right is the cut. This top – and others I’ve worn – drape and hang in just the right way to flatter.
Wearing it as part of my lunch outfit was enough to bring a smile to my puffy, flu-face, and offered a simple backdrop for a couple of cheeky, colourful outfit additions that provided the ultimate deception against how I really felt on the inside.
I love a cute ballet flat with a skinny jean. It hasn’t been cold here the last few days so ballets do the trick. Adding a pop of colour on your feet is just a like a pop of lippy on your face. It gives you a lift and adds an element of surprise to your outfit.
To celebrate 18 years of being a mum, I treated myself to a new Dinosaur Designs ring when I was in Brisbane last week. It’s from the latest Ocean collection. Arrived home to find another ring on my desk … this one from Australian online jewellery store Vivi Rock. Seemed fitting to work them together back with my blue nails (Gellish Up in the Blue).
Can you see what I’ve done here? I’ve taken a classic denim and white shirt outfit and added a few pops of colour … you don’t have to wait until you’re under the weather to do it. Do it … just because.
I’m aiming to spend the day in bed today. I apologise in advance, my only concession to style will be putting on a pair of fresh pjs.
So tell me? How are you with white shirts and food? Fancy a slice of Tim Tam cake?