Cara+Milan = Loooove

Or maybe it’s all that soft delicious cake we unabashedly stuffed our faces with today…it is M’s birthday, y’all. Good good day!

Good morning fam! Long post alert…

Today has been such a big, big day! First, we woke up super early to drive one and a half hours to witness the christening of a dear friend’s baby. Then we headed off to the beach for a while. As usual we had to drag Rocket – pet name for Alexander! – kicking and screaming, as usual, firm in his refusal to leave off playing in the sand. Oh the murderous glares he kept casting us throughout the ride home! I’m sorry but it was all I could to keep from laughing out loud. He just looked so cute!

The christening ceremony, also known here as Outdooring Ceremony, Β was so beautiful. There was a lot of singing and exuberant dancing, especially from the maternal grandmother; it’s like her joy simply knew no bounds.

All of it got me so emotional, especially seeing the tiny little baby Giovanni. Awesome name, btw. M thinks that with a name like that, he’s bound to get all the girls. Ha! I digress… it doesn’t seem that long since my little Moonbeam was a newborn himself. Oh how doth the time fly, indeed. I was sniffling and almost burst out bawling at a point. I was just so nostalgic and happy. Tomorrow, Moonbeam will turn seven months! Whoa.

Btw (this means By The Way, in case you’re wondering!), I’m thinking to number my posts from now on. I’m hoping that would make it easier for you to read and follow along on the journey, yes or naah? I’ll probably go start from the very beginning, and make that number one… And on it will go…

Motherhood has sure made a softie out of me… I’m constantly battling the urge to write about babies, babies and more babies, but battle we must, because we wouldn’t want to bore you who are sans babies, eh? Besides, this is strictly a baby-free zone! Let’s focus on the fashion.

Also, guessed you noticed the blog header changed! After endlessly naming and renaming the blog I’ve decided to go nameless, ha. Your blog name suggestions are very welcome. At the moment, I’m in favor of naming the blog “We are Golden”. It seems so apt! It’s meaningful to me, coming from the Gold Coast, also meaningful as we are children of the Most High, and the sentence itself is so full of good vibes! “We Are Golden”. Doesn’t it sound wonderful??!

So let me know what you think!

Hope you are having a lovely weekend. Stay blessed!



(PS. Almost forgot to mention that I brought my other battered computer down from Europe! So no more blogging by tablet, I can link to other posts and externally, and type out longer rumblings now, yayyy! Be terrified – run for your life! Lol. Thank you SO much for reading. πŸ˜› )

Cara+Milan = Loooove






One of my dear sweet sisters is visiting, and we decided to go shopping in Madina. As you recall, I love the big noisy vibrant flea market in Madina. Apparently, so does Sasha (my first son).

As soon as we alighted under the overhead bridge at the entrance of the market, he basically went helter-skelter; crisscrossing in and out the legs of other shoppers, running over the traders’ wares spread out on the ground, grabbing some by the armful and fleeing with them, amidst surprise and delighted laughter from onlookers.

He hopped and skipped around in excitement (echoing exactly how I felt, actually), determined to explore everywhere and touch everythaang! My poor sister Bridgette could barely keep up, but she did a great job nonetheless. That little darling is quite a handful, honestly. Hehe.

Luckily, his antics were seen in a forgiving humorous light (whew!) and we didn’t get into trouble. Not that I blame him, because Madina market is quite irresistible and fascinating! I could spend the entire day getting lost in all its nooks and crannies jampacked with wonderful colourful goodies! And I did make off with some great vintage pieces that I was thrilled to lay hands on πŸ˜€ and I seriously can’t wait to style them out!!

As for Sasha, he made off with all the hearts he encountered. As usual… how does he do it?!! Hmph πŸ˜€

About the pics, my sister took them one grey humid day as the sun went down. I think we have a budding photographer in our midst… what say you?

Happy Monday! Hope you enjoyed a blessed Easter, have a wonderful week!









collecting moments

Once again it’s the dead of the night, and I find myself awake and craving to share something with you…

β€œ while you are alive collect moments not things, earn respect not money and enjoy love not luxuries”

― Aarti Khurana

The feel of your smooth soft skin pressed against my bare shoulders which are slippery from all your wet kisses. The feel of your chubby little hands patting my face, beautiful gummy smile on, your eyes full of stars sparkling into mine… and then the turn of the head to gaze curiously at the camera!
Our choice of clothes do affect the moments we live, and the memories that we create. In the right ones, clothes enhance moments, and that, my dears, is what this blog is going to be about! The curation of beautiful moments and memories (through photos, words, and soon, videos!!)
Your body is a blank canvas on which you are free to paint, so paint something beautiful! You are in charge πŸ™‚ And oh, remember we are what we eat, so choose wisely πŸ˜‰
Happy Monday, and have an amazing week!
What is personal style? In the most basic terms, personal style is knowing and wearing what looks good on you. It’s a journey, because some things like your age and your body may inevitably change, and you will need to account for that (for eg, what you wear when you are a teen is probably not going to appeal to you in your thirties πŸ˜€ ). It’s knowing which colours, trends, etc will suit your colouring, your body type, your height, etc. It involves a knowledge and understanding of who you are and what image you want to project to the world. A great personal style is not too dependent on what’s fashionable at the moment, because like they say, fashion is momentary, but style is eternal…
It is beautiful when we feel, look, and be the very best versions of ourselves that we can manage. Not easy, true, but a body can always aspire…