Happy 21st Leena

This March I travelled to Auckland, New Zealand to celebrate my niece's 21st birthday. For Niuean people, 21st birthdays are a big deal. Families will prepare for months in advance and invitations are sent out early so that international guests can pencil in the date.

Even though this year was set aside for saving for the big move, I had to fly over for this birthday. My niece Leena is a breath of fresh air. She is artistic, creative and I love her because amongst the grind of life, she dares to dream and plan and works quietly towards achieving her dreams. That's bravery.

Leena is selfless, loving and adorably cute. She didn't want a big 21st birthday but her family insisted because it's a chance for her family to celebrate her achievements and the fact that she is growing into a beautiful woman publicly.

To my beautiful niece who braved Mildura with us; who convinced us to buy a cute little bunny and who continues to work and give and share and shine, THANK YOU for bringing goodness into our world and life. I love you beyond words and I can't wait to see what you do with your life.

My cousins made her birthday cupcakes.

My Aunties & Mum celebrating through dance and song.

My nephew Vincent painted her birthday banner inspired by Great Gatsby font.

Leena's sister and little cousin perform for her. Family & guests give money to the performers.

Worn: City Chic skirt and thrifted  sequinned embellished blouse.

Niuean Takalo (war dance)

Big Love,

Falala Mele

Good Friday OOTD

Hello Readers, Just a quick outfit post from Good Friday. I went over to New Zealand for the Easter weekend. My family had planned a reunion around this time and I packed my suitcase with the outfits I intended to wear with a few back up items (I really hate taking too much stuff....it's such a drag if your luggage is overweight and you have to pay more money at the airport).

SILLY ME didn't really factor Church into the equation. I don't know about your churches, but in all  Polynesian churches (well all I have attended) have a very similar expectation as to what to wear to church. Nothing short and no cleavage. It's basically how I have been raised to dress "respectful". Even growing up around boy cousins, uncles and brothers. I always had to cover up and I have no problem with that.
So when it came to Good Friday my nephew told me that he was in the Good Friday play so I wanted to go and see him. But then I thought "Oh crap, I only have short skirts and shorts...I didn't pack a church dress"

What was I going to wear? I didn't want to get the 'eyes' from all the old ladies. You know that OH NO you DID NOT step into church wearing that-look.

So I pulled out my black skirt I packed for the reunion, a basic black shirt which is oversized (thank goodness for black basics; they always save the day) and this is what I came up with.

This picture was taken after church (an amazing, emotional service with the re-enactment of the Crucifixion of Jesus by the Youth of the congregation) with the view of Auckland's harbour bridge. It was such a beautiful day.

Black Blouse & Floral Sheer Jacket : Kmart / Skirt:  City Chic / Shoes: Target

Big Love,

Falala Mele xo