Towering stalks, childhood laughter, flowers give colourful fragrance, strength and continuity in a world that is increasingly faced paced, hectic and often indifferent. They give us plenty of fodder to create beautiful things.
Flowers improve the quality of life enormously; they’re the new accessory for all generations. They are vital players in our lives. Period.
Fashion seems to take a lot of movement and inspiration from flowers. Epically recreating some scenes that only a wild meadow of the most brilliant and bright and gorgeous blossoms could induce. I love watching a woman try on something – from the waiting room of course. It’s a moment of pure excitement for her to gift herself with this simple opportunity. “How do I look?” she exclaims. “You look amazing, never before have I seen you this beautiful.” I say. She blushes and in gratitude gives a slight curtsy. For me, flowers have the same appeal. Whenever I’m around them I feel a passion that is unbridled, it does not hesitate for anything. I can imagine myself, easily, in a field or on the farm I hope to one day own where these flowers reign completely supreme and I get a chance to dance around them with the vigour and intensity I love about me. Flowers are my centrepiece of attraction – they just are themselves. Standing for all to see. They’re not afraid to be who they are.
I praise myself for big and little things.
I am a wonderful being. I used to scold and criticize myself because I believed it would help me improve my life, and yet, criticism seems to make it harder to change and progress. So, as I listen to my inner dialogue and find that I am being critical, telling myself that I am not good enough or that I’m doing something wrong, I recognise the old patterns of childhood, and I immediately being to speak lovingly to my inner child. Instead of tearing myself apart, I choose to nourish myself with praise and approval. I know I am on the way to becoming consistently loving.
The Royal Winter Sale begins tomorrow at Cavendish Square. Lots of exciting discounts on gifts, fabulous flowers and pretty things on offer. See you soon…
credit: Chica Loca (blue dress)Benita Allen, owner and designer of Chica-Loca, describes her label (which means crazy woman in Spanish) as “a playful blend of panache and mischief.”
Chica-Loca belongs in the wardrobe of the young-at-heart city dweller, who is both elegant and determined – in other words, an educated bombshell. “But innately feminine….the clothes are a bit tongue in check, I think.”
Allen has mastered the art of mixing colour and texture with design and functionality. Her designs, although trend-aware and current, are refreshingly unlike anything else on the local market: equally at home in Kloof street cafes’ and the cobbled streets of Havana, Buenos Aires and Rio de Janeiro. She has a fabric-first design philosophy, choosing inspiring fabrics and allowing them to inspire her breathtaking designs.
The end result is a collection of head-turning must-haves that oozes confidence, a touch of madness and a certain jais ne sais quois much loved by those fun-loving fashionistas who already own one or more Chica-Loca originals.