For the love of...print?

Wow.


Where do I start? Like so many colours of the rainbow there are so many patterns of print, not just any print.


I'm talking - the jungle kind.


For every boy and every girl, as we grow up our tastes change. For the girls it starts with pigtails and frills in our childhood, moving onto the likes of black and white only in our tweens. It is then in our mature adult emergence, we discover that much like our growing desire to experience every single delicious shade on the colour chart we could lay our hands on in our teens - one must eventually begin to unleash the animal within.


Am I peaking this phase? Boy am I ever.


Much to the displeasure of my fellow friends and family, despite my natural heritage (being of european descent) denoting that I should of course like bright colours, shiny/bedazzled/bejewelled glittery things (all of which sadly...i'm lying. Brilliantly I do) Europeans tend to always have a natural instinct that draws them to ANIMAL PRINT.


Of all; kinds, shapes, sizes, hues and the pieces that they are attached to.


For instance...


What started as quite a normal collection has burdened many... *ahem* blossomed for me into so much more.  It's literally gotten to the point where I can not walk into a single shopping centre, let alone store - without eyeing off all of the seasons latest peieces. This can come in the form of...urm *most recently*...


*Underwear - this includes both bra's and undies. Last store I walked out with a total of EIGHT items covered in glorious print. Needless to say that even though I probably helped the girl behind the counter achieve her sales target for the afternoon, she probably thought I had taken my purchases to the "beyond a normal scope of ok" parameters when I purchased only print items.


* Pajamas. They are genified pants, which I have absolutely detested since their invention. However, as soon as I saw them covered in black and purple cheetah print... we found an unbreakable bond.


*The deadly trio - wallet, skirt and nail attachments from the same store. Girl behind counter and boyfriend both eyed me with the "are you serious?" look.


Can I help that i'm developing this unnecessary burning desire to experience all that print has to offer me?


Of course not. It's lodged inside me genes, festering away deeper and darker. Pecking at me every time I see a fleck of unusual spots, or stripes in various shades from orange to black.

            ***So beautiful.... rooowrrrr.***


My current conquest is to seek the perfect pair of print shoes... in any colour and any hue. Only problem is no one i'm with will actually let me purchase any that I see. The problem is no matter how hard they try, like any addiction - they can't just stifle the print cold turkey out of me, and i'm not going down without a fight.


*P.S No animals were hurt or disturbed in the making of this blog. All animal print discussed is of fake creation only and not actual furs etc.


Love and respect your print ladies and gents.


Forever yours,


yoursirensong xox