Personal Style | Keep it moving
Time and again, I revert to telling you a merry story which has, most often, taken place on a warm, summer day. That's because the summer is made for memories and this story is no different. It all started during a wonderful summer vacation which was brimming with possibility. I had envisioned myself spending my afternoons playing Uno, eating ice lollies and strategically planning my moves in a Hide 'n Seek game. However, my dreams were dashed when I was set up to learn how to cycle.
Now, as an individual who is not highly inclined to athletics, my first reaction was to refuse it completely. How was I supposed to spend my summer doing nothing when I was to do something, especially one involving muscle exertion? But no meant no, was the answer I got; which led me to strap on my sneakers and begin a daily ritual of attempting to gain balance, swerve maniacally and get saved from a crash by my dad.
So while the rest of my gang continued with Uno, I continued to attempt to cycle. Soon enough, my legs were stronger, my balance was better and I could turn without skidding myself to a halt. One fine evening, which I remember as clear as day, I could feel the familiar weight of my dad holding the cycle frame firmly, until I didn't. My vacation until that point made sense in that very moment. That momentum which I had create all through the summer had finally thrust me forward into a moment of sheer weightlessness where I was finally able to progress, no training wheels necessary.
Now, as an individual who is not highly inclined to athletics, my first reaction was to refuse it completely. How was I supposed to spend my summer doing nothing when I was to do something, especially one involving muscle exertion? But no meant no, was the answer I got; which led me to strap on my sneakers and begin a daily ritual of attempting to gain balance, swerve maniacally and get saved from a crash by my dad.
So while the rest of my gang continued with Uno, I continued to attempt to cycle. Soon enough, my legs were stronger, my balance was better and I could turn without skidding myself to a halt. One fine evening, which I remember as clear as day, I could feel the familiar weight of my dad holding the cycle frame firmly, until I didn't. My vacation until that point made sense in that very moment. That momentum which I had create all through the summer had finally thrust me forward into a moment of sheer weightlessness where I was finally able to progress, no training wheels necessary.
Westside printed kimono | Topshop lace trim tank top {London} | Zara frayed denim shorts [Previously seen here] | Promod micro messenger bag | Forever 21 layered necklace | Street bought head chain {Colaba} | Montego Bay at Payless gladiator sandals | MAC Viva Glam V lipstick |
Photography: Leo Alemao / Style File
And while I hope this long-drawn snippet of me learning a new skill was mildly entertaining, I've found it very relevant to life lately. Getting the hang of the cycle is without a doubt, a daunting skill but once you find the right amount of momentum, you will find that moving forward is easy and all you need to do is go for it and pedal.
While there isn't even a glimpse of autumn in sight, I've decided to start moving towards it with the light layering of a kimono while still being practical with high hems. Once I started mixing and matching the pieces, I found the bohemian accessories and metallic accents really bring the achromatic ensemble together. So while I reminisce about the season to come, layer by layer, I'm getting there.
xo
Dayle
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