The new life...?

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Ok, so I'm having a little bit of an identity crisis at the moment. Not because I don't love who I am, I'm just realising how much I've changed since stepping off a plane into Australia two years and 8 months ago. 

When I arrived, I thought I had everything figured out. In my head, I had fabulous interior design skills and taste from the 5 {yep, FIVE} internships I had done while in College. I was thin as a string bean {those were the days} and knew anything I put on would look at least 'ok' {versus the inevitable muffin top I now find with EVERY pair of jeans I try on}. I was confident that I was a strong, independent, and self sufficient woman. 

Then I moved across the world. 

I was suddenly thrown completely out of my comfort zone, terrified, and wanting to run back to my fabulous job, huge apartment {which I live in by myself} and run back to the horses I loved so much. 

So what does one do? Work for a polo player {my solution to being around the horses} in the middle of 'whoop whoop' also known as Richmond, NSW. It truly is a beautiful little spot, full of the animals I love, as its a home base for many polo players from Sydney. What isn't so convenient {as in my case} is not having a car and wanting to get to Sydney where the only person I knew in the country was. Hmm. That didn't last long. 

A couple of years later {this could otherwise be a really long post} I have somehow found my way to Brisbane after meeting my now husband and have since then realised that interior design is a lot harder than I thought {especially when your being asked to do 'modern interiors' and I'm used to columns, rocking chairs, silver trays {EVERYWHERE!} mint julep cups, and coffee table books stacked miles high}. So, I've started my own business, Haus of Hinton, and I don't know how this all happened within 2.8 years. 

What I have realised is that I'm not looking the way I feel anymore. I used to be very 'typical south' {or at least I think} even wearing cable knit sweaters with a matching pearl set. And sometimes, {god help me} I'd wear the cable knit sweater with kaki pants {granted they were skinny jeans from J.Crew, but never-the-less}. I feel like I've developed an edge within my interiors style {love a good skull, but not in a creepy, weird way... like a D.L & Co. way} as well as my own personal style that I'm not conveying at the moment. It's so frustrating. I love all things classic, but I like to throw in a surprise as well. And I seem to be able to do that in our home, but not when it comes to dressing myself. 

Does anyone else have this problem? I wish I could hire a stylist to do a make-over! I've resorted to all-black with a ton of accessories {which I love}, but surely I won't have an all black wardrobe for the rest of my life, right?

Help! 

xx A frustrated fashion junkie