Take the Colour and Run

Since my turn as the Lady of Bacongo, I've been obsessing about colour.

Is it because spring is here?

Colour is a gift and it can lift one's spirits above some of life's harshest and testing challenges.

The smell of mint or a simmering curry can transport me to another time and place.

So too, experiencing a colour can zap me back to many happy memories like attending my first Hindu wedding where the bride was draped in bright red and gold with hennaed hands, or when I cut open my first pawpaw to reveal its golden flesh and shiny black seeds.

There's power in colour.
This is a 1970s cotton maxi dress that I've given the chop.
I love it's fluttery sleeves and A-line skirt.

I decided to pile on the colour with a green silk scarf I learnt how to tie here.
Add mismatched feathery earrings, 1970s thrifted sunnies, piles of jewellery and Docs and it's a day of comfort-plus with a bit of ZING!
I've left the Docs unlaced and just tucked them into the boots so they're a bit more breezy to wear - once the humidity kicks in tho', no doubt they'll be banished to the disproportionately enormous winter closet.

The bag is called a bilum and it's from Papua New Guinea.

Bilums are crocheted from cotton string and I love that this one, which I thrifted for $1, is made from oddments, giving the bilum some mixed-up, fluorescent colour.

Bilums are incredibly strong and special ones are made to carry babies in.

Which looks very cute:).

The floral print on the dress is entirely made up of dots.

Here's a close up of all my piled on junk.

I think I need me some 'o this soon.

Thank you everyone for bearing with my volatile blog which prevented so many of you from commenting. Grrrrrrrr.
I changed the background and voila - fixed!
It's so amazing to read your wonderful comments.
Desiree 
xoxo