Another one leaves the UK shores

Hi guys,

This outfit is one from a little while back. My dear friend, Nadia, is Abu Dhabi bound with her husband, to continue to be a teacher. It’s a really exciting time for her and although I would do exactly the same if I had an opportunity like that, I’m a selfish pixie and want her to stay here!

Anyways, we had a farewell dinner for her and this is what I wore. I’m finding myself having moments where black is my weapon of choice – it doesn’t happen often, but I love this Anna Scholz dress with its gorgeous gold bird design. I kept the gold theme going with the belt and sandals. The sun was playing peek-a-boo while taking these pics, which is why I had to do a headless close-up of the print:

Dress: Anna Scholz (via Simply Be)

Belt: Vintage

Cardigan: South (via Very)

Sandals: Dorothy Perkins

Sunglasses: Spitalfields Market

Pretty birds :)

I also wanted to say thanks to everyone who commented via the blog, Twitter or email in regards to my last post. I’m never usually that personally with my blog, but I felt it was really important to tell my story and have others know there is light at the end of the tunnel. The reaction I got was more than I could have ever hoped for, and I’ve gained a few pen pals (or email pals, this is 2013 don’t ya know) as a result. It really was wonderful to have so many people reach out to me. Huge thanks!

‘til next time!

Love and hugs,

Isha

xxx

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