In all Scottish glory, I'd decided to go full-on preppy, as I make my way to FIDé Fashion Weeks. While I beg your tartan, I was ambushed by a bevy of luscious Love Bonito frocks (yes, I get the memo). Let's be square, it's all about individuality, however so, I was unprepared at the darting stares with regards to my pattern expression.
It all started from the day I got into a frenzy -- I remembered it was the day Laura Marling's fourth album was released. I frantically checked through all her tour dates, no luck. And soon, it was everyday, pretty obsessive if I were to look back then. I stopped doing that creepy activity after 3 days, cheers to my great attention span. By some intuition, on a rather listless day at work, I decided to go online for another search. And there it was, a listing on Songkick that she'll be on tour in Australia during winter. It's funny how this trip was spontaneously planned because of a woman and my ever endearing man. The rest, as they say, is history.