Vancouver. Rain. Sun. Music and treats.

Home time for Holly.

It always feels strange for me to come 'home' to Vancouver.

I hear everyone on the tour talking about how they are going home and to their families, and homes, and gardens....

Me, I come home to my wardrobe.

It sure is fun.

But i do wish that i was going home to Australia when everyone else goes home.

Day 1.

Outfit number 1.

High heels + underwear + dressing gown + straw hat.

ahh random.

Outfit number 2.

Wide leg crazy 70's jeans + tank

mmm fairly normal.

Day 2.

Outfit number 1.

Leggings + old man tee.

Outfit number 2

More heels, with socks + stripy loud Vintage shirt + shorts.

Outfit number 3

Black boots + back pants + black lace cropped cap sleeve top

Outfit Number 4

black stockings + skorts.

Outfit number 5

Grey wool school pant + mesh shirt.

REALLY??

All day.

It gives me a head ache.

I dress up.

I dress down.

I change my mind, i change it back.

If you could only know how hard it is to be me in the morning. One outfit. Why is that so hard for me.

I don't know why, but having the right outfit becomes so important to me when i am home. Even if its my chilled out look. I still feel the need to style myself 'chilled out'.

I barely left the house on day one and two.

Who am i?