Inspired by the tale Mitch Albom wrote, 'The Timekeeper' Collection explores various wishes for time. 
Our obsession for time never ceases but morphs at a given situation; sometimes it's too little, other times too much. 
It is often measured, divided and rarely forgotten. 

Replacing the sands in a hour glass with coloured beads and circular disc, 
our time is divided and trapped between layers of organza in this pastel-hue collection. 

For Spring 2015, each outfit transforms into a character as Pixie T interprets 
how time affects a family as each member has a different hope for time.

Pages from my sketchbook for The Timekeeper Collection. 

Ahh, finally it's over but I'm not used to a life of idle. 

There's this jar beside my bed with 'Adventure' taped across it.

It was meant for loose change but my allowances went in as well.

Melbourne in June was the plan.

But you don't just seek adventure with a plan, you approach it with spontaneity.

And so, with a little bit of that money, we went hiking in Bali.

We got dressed at 1 that morning with little rest and little knowledge of what lies ahead.

It took 2 hours of a bumpy journey in a stranger's van before we arrived at a dark carpark.

When we got out of the car, we realised it was cold.

Cold?? How could it be cold in Bali??

The guide laughed and handed us a torch and a bottle of water.

Soon, we made our way into the darkness, with our paths lit only where our torch fell.

It was strange, walking into the darkness, not knowing where your feet would land. 

Strangely beautiful to see nothing but a trail of torches behind you, where other trek in the same path.

We were surprised that the trail was easy, nothing but a pebbled pathway.

And of course, the flat ground grew steeper and the pebbles grew into rocks.

Before long, the cardigan became too warm for the 15 degrees weather as I sweat from the climb.

The steps have become so difficult and we found our pauses for break increasingly frequent.

It took 2 hours but we were finally on our last 10 minutes away from the peak.

When we finally reached, we weren't quite sure what to look at.

It was pitch dark after all!

So, we sat on a bench with banana bread and eggs freshly steamed from the volcano.

It was so cold, so cold and I struggled to keep myself warm with a cup of tea.

The boys were armed with cameras, all ready to capture the sunrise.

I had hoped for a magnificent yolk but that didn't hapen. 

Instead, shades of blue emerged and the landscape formed before us.

Beautiful, fucking beautiful.

I can't explain why it takes me ages to write about an event. 

Sometimes, it just seems like stories can't be told well until they have been retold too many times in your head. 

Yes, even until the joke gets too old. 

There is plenty to say about my recent trip to Bali. 

How I almost didn't make it, the way friends gave me full support, scrambling for last minute tickets and the anxiety while I waited for replies and help. 

But that's a long story. 

Here's the short version. 

We made it, 4 people with last minute tickets and little knowledge (and money) for the place we would call home for the next 6 days. 

We arrived, got terribly lost and disappointed by the supposed 700m walk to the beach only to arrive right smack in the middle of the most beautiful sunset we have ever seen.

'Ahh, this is Bali!'

The next few days were spent bumming on the beach over bintangs and teh boloh between sessions of smashing ourselves in the waves. Lepak. I've once told T that I can't just do nothing. I get swallowed by my sense of guilt and I end up cleaning my room or altering something, anything. It must be something about having sand between your toes and salt in your hair that makes you just enjoy bumming. Must be that thing they were talking about in Eat, Pray, Love. (which I recently re-watched and loved.)

The sweetness of doing nothing.

And who can forget the waves, the ones you dodge with hugged knees as it hits your back, tumbling along with the might of the waves. It's only logical to feel frightened but I felt so calm, so safe as if there was no need to think of what lays ahead and be part of that body.

To exist.