I have realised something lately; people are good, people are strong and people are willing to help you understand the meaning of happiness.

Not too long ago, happiness seemed a distant star, twinkling jovially from the sky, reminding those who couldn't reach it just how far away it really was. It would touch only those who have found some inner peace within themselves, those who have discovered the meaning of their own special brand of joy.

Insecurity is one the most destructive emotions of all; it exists to question everything that you do and everything you feel. It beats you down gradually with its stifling doubt, denying you free will, to the point of refusing you your instinct. And that's the one thing no one should ever forget; if it feels right, it's right, and it will make you happy.

And people who are happy are able to make others happy too.

So, today I spent another beautiful day with two wonderful people. I really do love it when I have so many good things to look forward to in the one day- it just makes time whiz by in a cloud of happiness. Ha ha, how corny.

Anyway, one of these said people is a great friend of mine. Aside from her good heart, intelligence and witty (yet sometimes ridiculously random) sense of humour, we share a mutual hatred of People Who Cannot Dress Properly. It really is a tragedy that in our rich and abundant nation, one which offers most people the opportunity to express their indvidualites via any means possible, many still choose to ignore the basic rule of first impressions: dress nicely and appropriately.

Now, this said friend of mine and I have categorised people that we see on the street as dressing in very particular ways according to their age, ethnicity and gender. However, being girls, we are usually primarily interested in other girl's clothes, as we feel that male fashion does not offer as much scope for the imagination.

So, Asian: We have determined that two main prominent types exist. (There are certainly many, many girls who dress incredibly well ). There is the super cutesy Asian girl, always wearing her white, patent leather high heels, coupled with a denim or tartan mini (white and pink checks), and a little fluffy cardigan that is never complete without a massive bow, usually lined with dimontes. She has permed hair, also containing a bow or a cute little headband, and hobbles along on her heels in such a fashion, that it is both frightening and comical to watch.

The other type? Well, she is uber trendy, always coordinated and wearing the latest magazine/catwalk finds. She dresses in Gasp/Bettina Liano jeans, with the white stitching down the side, carries the 'It' bag, and matches is to her cropped leather jacket. (Which I have nothing against, but please, make it somehow UNIQUE). Oh, and they also wear the newest shoes, whether they be the studded black leather heels or snakeskin pointy pumps. Now, this outfit does not sound as horrendous as the other one, but it has one main problem: it totally lack any individuality, self expression and true style. Please people, let's look BEYOND what Cleo and Cosmo tell us, and try to purchase clothing from places other than Bardot, Sportsgirl, and Supre. (That said, all three are fantastic, just MIX THINGS UP A LITTLE).

Now, the white chicks. They also have a standard uniform, one which ensures that they never actually stand out. In this group, you will most likely find items of apparel such as: gladiator sandals, footless tights, worn correctly (if there IS such a thing) or pulled down half over the foot. (I don't understand). You may also, however, stumble upon tiny denim shorts, coupled with a long, cotton singlet (I'm visualising navy blue, coral, yellow and white) with that little pocket sewn in at the breast, or some kind of floaty top, worn over the top of said singlet or underneath. Then there is the ribbon, which is used to tie the hair up in a high ponytail, whose colour usually matches some article of clothing, or perhaps a shade in the tight, tiny Supre dress that has also recently made an appearance.

Ahh, people.

I want this coat.
Love.

The very definition of boho glam.



Apparently, I need to return to my 'boho glam' roots.

I do admit that I miss my tans, oranges, reds, gentle greens and deep purples, offset by turquoise, aquamarine and bronze/ gold jewellery.

I also want fur. Not real, of course, but a big stole would be beeaautiful .

I have recently learned that some people truly do have an unfathomable capacity to forgive.

As someone who finds it very hard to forgive and forget the ills committed against me, I truly admire those who, despite history and their better judgement, can still find it within themselves to give those they love another chance. For many, forgiveness is not an emotion that comes naturally: it is an acquired gift that often only emerges in the most heartbreaking of circumstances, when one feels they love another person too much to let it all disintegrate. Forgiveness can come about reluctantly, yet still be the better alternative than to let go and hold onto the hurt.

For others, forgiveness comes naturally; it is a form of unconditional love that persists despite any adversary and hardship, and one that enables amour to exist, unencumbered by spite.

Love, as I am slowly learning, really is a remarkable thing. As painful, irrational and all -consuming as it can be, once found, it is always hard to let go off. Some types of love are worth saving, some are destructive, and for the lucky few, love is a salvation, easy to receive and even easier to give.