People often ask about the size of my wardrobe - but truthfully, I’d rather not know. Why ruin the adventure? Some of the best-kept secrets are the ones only shared between those who truly know me.
I’ve been that girl for as long as I can remember - the one friends would borrow from, the one who could always unearth the perfect piece. My treasures aren’t confined to hangers , they spill onto walls, drape over chairs, and curl into corners like old friends. I don’t just wear them - I live among them, letting their colours and textures breathe life into my every day.
To some, it might look like excess. To me, it’s preservation. Many of these pieces were found long before “thrifting” was on trend, rescued from the quiet fate of landfill. I see potential in the forgotten, beauty in the overlooked.
Fabric is my food - it nourishes my soul. And my wardrobe? It’s not just clothing. It’s my life is a catwalk, an ever-evolving gallery of stories, colours, and possibilities. Now, I’m letting the world take a little peek inside.
Welcome to my runway wonderland
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#dopaminedressing #fashion #ootd #asd #collection #art #creat
This was never my plan, never my vision, never even my camera. It started as a conversation about my never-ending wardrobe - a way to track what I actually owned, to make sense of ADHD, object permanence, and the way I connect to the things I love. A way to navigate time blindness, always running late, always chasing the next moment. To let go of the weight of feeling different and, instead, lean fully into who I am.
What began as a simple catalog became something more - a way to make the ordinary feel a little less mundane, to find magic in the in-between moments, to turn getting dressed into a story. And somewhere along the way, that story started telling me who I was all along.
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#ADHD #dopaminedressing #mentalhealth #fashion
A local Melbourne woman has been caught operating a sewing machine while driving. In a statement to police the woman claims her upcoming Melbourne Fashion Festival show was the reason for her reckless behaviour: “There’s only 4 and a half weeks until my debut solo show; Paper Dolls, as part of the independent programme. I just want to make sure my audience walks away inspired” before adding that tickets are available in her bio. More to come.
#paypalmff #paperdolls
I was always the loud mouth. The one “overreacting.” Too emotional. Too much. And for a long time, I learned that even when I wasn’t the problem, my reaction would become bigger than the problem itself. I was just a girl.
So I escaped into my mind instead - into music, art, nature, daydreams, and I even loved to act. Becoming someone else came naturally to me. Teachers thought I wasn’t paying attention, but I was paying attention to everything - the unseen mannerisms, the subtle shifts, the details invisible to the neurotypical eye.
I didn’t learn the way school wanted me to, which made me doubt myself for years - as if intelligence only existed in their reports. Ironically, I’ve always loved numbers, patterns and sequences. I can calculate percentages in seconds, but I don’t just add numbers - I read people, behaviour, energy, and intention.
My life runs on remembering everything - the “useless” details that somehow have meaning.
And contrary to what people may think… I don’t just get dressed. That’s simply what I allowed you to see first. It was always a social experiment in self-expression of the higher self - a curiosity of what catches attention, what softens people, what sparks joy. It was an invitation to say "hello" I'm here. And it worked - because I was finally ready to be seen, layer by layer.
I paint, sculpt, collect, cook and create constantly with meaning. My fashion was never a shallow attempt at acceptance - it’s always been storytelling, the art of armour. Not for runways, but for running away into the mind.
I think some souls weren’t built for straight lines and fluorescent lights. Some of us were made to wander, question, and create. And as the world drifts further into the grid, I’m learning to return to myself - before we were told who to be.
If everything dissolves into noise and the unseen, I just hope I’m somewhere beautiful - in natural light, still opinionated, creating with my hands, completely unaware of time.
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No one is coming to save you except yourself. Be the change you wish to see in the world. Stop waiting for others to see in you what you have not yet discovered within yourself. The transformation you desire begins in your own reflection. In the darkest moments, become the light you have been searching for.
Create magic 🔮⭐️💖
Everyone has their own magic. Michael’s was the moonwalk, and mine… well, I can turn garbage into gold, and I won’t stop until I get enough 😂✨
What's your magic? 😂
Happy Sunday 💖
Wear what feels like you. Move through the world in a way that lets your spirit breathe.
Because identity isn’t meant to live inside a cage with gatekeepers acting as if they are the arbiters of what it means to be human.
It is meant to be something vast enough to hold the full version of who you are. 💖
I haven’t been out and about in a while.
There was a time when catching the train felt like part of my daily rhythm. People always find it strange that I enjoy public transport, but I think it’s because it reminds me of my first taste of freedom.
Somewhere between nostalgia and déjà vu, trains take me back to a time when life felt simpler, exciting, and full of possibility - even when I still couldn’t afford much.
There’s something beautiful about sitting by the window - a kind of trance-like gauze between you and the world - where everything outside flickers like a passing dream.
That dream doesn’t last long at the moment. I think public transport is free until the end of May, and whilst the reasons behind it aren’t ideal, I’d rather pay for public transport than live in a world shaped by war and greed. Free transport doesn’t change what’s happening.
But I’ll take it, I guess - small moments of movement, and the opportunity to move freely while I can, small pauses between places where I can let myself notice what’s still here in between it all.
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Mel's Kitchen
Part One - Sourdough
It’s not finished yet - we still need to paint, put the thing above the stove up, and do the lights… but because Adam nearly cut his finger off, renovations have come to a dramatic little halt 💖
Which means there’s only one logical thing to do -
give the new oven a whirl.
So welcome to the sourdough diaries
where I attempt to cook things people might actually want to eat, instead of just emotionally support from afar.
Honestly, this whole thing feels a bit like me lately.
slightly unfinished, a little chaotic, held together by hope… and somehow still rising.
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#Kitchen #soughdough #cooking
We all have our icons…
I loved seeing that one of my icons wasn’t on the Met Gala carpet this year.
Because in a world addicted to spectacle, absence becomes its own quiet language - a refusal to perform.
And that absence? That was the statement.
A reminder that true art doesn’t have to show itself to be understood,and that fashion, at its core, has always been political 💖
@sarahjessicaparker
#sarahjessicaparker #icon
