I've just found this outfit from december last year that I forgot to post! I remember that day we went furniture shopping to spice up the place for summer. We ended up with some bright orange pillows and accessories for the living room. In the past 6 months I have held a weird hate for the colour orange but ever since we bought the pillows I've been drawn to the colour more and more. The point of this story is that I hate to hate things, be it a colour, a band, a place or a personality, because it really limits the extent to which you can live freely. I know, a great leap from pillows to life philosophies, but I really think an open mind is key to having new experiences ... and enjoy them. PEACE!