IT'LL BE ALL WHITE

I'm having a moment of blankness.

Like when the morning light first hits your eyes and you're partially blinded yet comfortably refreshed.

Or when you look up at the night sky and you find yourself transfixed by the magic of the white twinkling stars. 

Or the white foaminess of the waves ferociously crashing or coyly lapping the shore.

Or the familiarity of clouds lazily drifting on by. 

Or an ice-cream dripping. 

Or the smell of suncream mixed in with the sand.

I love white.

White is the colour of peace, my favourite chocolate and my little dog. What other reasons do you need to embrace the most neutral of neutrals?

I like a challenge. Dare me to sing the alphabet backwards whilst stood on my head, juggling - I'm your girl.

This next challenge that I've given myself however, is something in a league of it's own. 

At the grand old age of 22, I feel that it's now time to embrace adulthood - or at least some semblance of it (and because I'm still young enough to be choosey), I'm starting my foray into 'grown-upness' with an all white outfit. Because I mean what's more grown up than managing to keep your whites white? Like c'mon, is there anything more badass than an outfit more gleaming than the teeth of a Colgate ad?

So while I live off lettuce leaves for the foreseeable future, I'm going to leave you with all things pristine white - hopefully it'll entice you to join the 'no soup' club with me.

WHITE ON!

(none of the above photos are my own and I do not take credit for them. If you know the source of any of the photos please let me know and I will cite them accordingly.)