If your life was a colour, at this moment what colour would it be? Oh, I adore this question, I think about it so often. Right now, life feels yellow. It’s spring, and everything is in bloom again. The flowers are bright, the sky is a painted blue, and the sun spills its warmth across everything. There’s that certain magic in the air, that spring smell, you know? The kind that makes life feel lighter, fresher, and impossibly colourful. For me, spring is like a bright yellow prologue to summer, golden pages filled with the prospect of days in the sun with people you love, farmers markets, pink sunsets, everything good and gold.
2. What’s something you and your girls do that makes your friendships feel even more golden? My girls are everything to me, they keep my little universe spinning. The most golden part of our friendship is how it lives in the simplest rituals. Life gets busy, calendars clash, but our Saturday morning coffees are sacred, when we can get calendars aligned. Just us, wrapped up in conversation, sipping overpriced matchas, laughing until our stomachs ache, unpacking the week. It doesn’t take much. The magic is in the presence, in simply being with your people. That’s golden. That’s everything.
3. If you could sneak any Joanie piece right now for a girls trip that you don’t already have, which would it be and where are you going? Oh, this is impossible, every Joanie piece feels like a little dream. But if I had to choose, it would be the Stevie Dress in that darling ballet gingham. She’s versatile in the most enchanting way. My wardrobe often becomes the communal wardrobe for the group, and even though we all dress so differently, I know this dress would suit each of us. I can see us wearing it on a sunlit field walk, squealing at cows, or barefoot by the beach with salt in our hair and margaritas in hand. She’s the dress for both. And both are our specialties.
4. What’s something you can do in your day to switch from feeling meh to main character? Lately I’ve been feeling meh quite a lot, so curating tiny rituals that shift me from grey to technicolour has been an everyday thing. The ocean always works its magic, toes in the sand, sunlight dancing on the waves, fresh air. But also walking in silence. It sounds silly, but the world is so noisy, so constant and unpredictable. I get so distracted by everything around me I forget to just be where my feet are. My parents have this really long beautiful winding drive way in Doonan, full of trees where the sun sparkles down through the leaves and all of this life outside of our phones. I visit once a week (although definitely more when I need a pick-me-up, I adore my family) and I make an intentional effort to walk up the driveway without looking at my phone, without listening to anything. Just focusing on where I’m walking, the noises of nature. Maybe it’s a bit woo woo, but it does wonders for my mood. It’s kind of insane. A bit of fresh air, it’s healing, seriously.
5. If you could whisper a piece of advice to your 15-year-old self, what would it be? Oh, my poor 15-year-old self. All wide eyes and heavy pressure. I’d tell her to loosen her grip a little. High school makes the world feel enormous and unsteady, and she carried the weight of so many expectations. I’d tell her that life isn’t meant to be sprinted through, or lived only for the future. It’s about connection, about noticing the beauty right in front of you. I’d remind her to slow down, breathe in the moment, and stop dimming her light to fit into someone else’s mould. The most beautiful thing she could ever be is exactly herself. Unpolished, unpressured, untamed. Even now, that’s the most beautiful any of us could be, just us.
