Rhi & Hayden xo

A few weekends ago I was lucky enough to witness one of my most beautiful friends wed the one that she loves. Rhianon is one of those friends who always seem to have it going on. She's always on top of her style (she inspired me to thrift more because I always loved her bright patterned clothes) and ever since we experienced Paris, Amsterdam, London, Chicago and New York together, you can say that our love for travel and all things beautiful have kept us dreaming along the same path even though we have (along with our friends) graduated and moved on to full time grown up work :/

Back to the wedding. Set in the beautiful Molines Bistro in the Hunter Valley, Rhiannon walked down the isle to our friend Lossy singing. Honestly, she was breathtaking. Everything was perfect. They are perfect for each other and I know they will build and extraordinary life serving others and making a difference.

Forgive me for not having any pictures of the bride and groom. I am working on sourcing a copy from my friend Emma Magenta. But busy times and busy lives have prevented that but my sister will share hers soon so I will provide the link when it's up. Click HERE for Siki-Lou's post.

I found this amazing skirt at Rivers a week before the wedding. I was immediately attracted to the colour and the pleats in the skirt. I actually tried this skirt on with this floral top and loved how they worked together. Both pieces have pleats. I didn't plan on wearing the jacket but the weather was a little fresher than I anticipated.

My lip colour was a new BYS find in Gloss and even though it's a little matchy ( I don't often like to match) but I just couldn't wait to wear it. Wedge heels from Rivers at half price for $20. So thanks Rivers for my wedding look.

Skirt Rivers / Floral Top Supre / Jacket Thrifted / Shoes Rivers

Just love Emma's DIY headband especially the colour choice of her flowers.

Ranece, Emma, Mele, Emma & Lossy

Big Love,




Falala Mele

New Years Day

If you follow me on instagram and Facebook then you'd probably already know that I have been taking bush walks in my backyard aka the Booderee National Park throughout my summer holidays. I grew up walking through the bush with my Uncle Barry in and around Wreck Bay.

So this is how my life played out on the last day of 2012. Woke up, exercised, ate breakfast, out to lunch with my family, watched the Hobbit, packed our bags and brought last minute supplies before we left town to go to Wreck. Arrived, drove off to the fireworks at Huskisson and then back home to dance with more family members. Slept at 3:30am. Woke up at 6:00am to leave on our little expedition.


We initially wanted  to go on an 16km hike but we thought about the amount of sleep we had, the heat in the bush and our families (especially the nieces and nephews) waiting at home to go to beach. So with all that, we decided to take the 6km total route to Whiting Beach instead.

I hadn't been there since I was a child and I think I had only ever been there once before.

I remembered this beautiful green isolated haven with clear waters. I remembered the adventure of making a fire with my friends, finding witchity grubs and eating them for the first time. This was the 8 year old me; off trying not to be worried or scared because there were no adults around and I had wandered off a lot further than what my Mother would ever have permitted. I remembered thinking that it was the best place on earth.


As I took the last few steps down off the bush track and onto the rocks I was immediately taken back to that time and to those exact feelings. Here I was again, at the dawn of another new day and another brand new year with my sisters Theresa, Sia and Moala. We promised ourselves we wouldn't waste the night with the cliche "I'm so cool" party scene. We wouldn't sleep the new day away. We would get up and start another new adventure.

When he was alive he would take thousands of people through the bush and teach them about the local bush tucker and Aboriginal way of life in our local area. Since his passing I have never felt more drawn towards the bush because that's where I feel most connected to him. I can hear his voice and I can see him walk vividly in front of me. Thanks Uncle for taking us wandering again. Thanks for igniting our childhood feelings of discovery and awe. Thanks for bringing me back home.





Big Love,




Falala Mele

New Years Eve

Family. Friends. Home. No place I'd rather be on New Years Eve.

Thanks Moala for 'making' me do it. Sometimes peer pressure is a good thing.

Midnight at the beach with the kids catching the fireworks on the coast.

Footloose

What did you guys get up to?



Big Love,


Falala Mele