she wears flowers on her legs...and a rubber tyre round her middle....

I have started a healthy eating plan. Apparently, chocolate, coffee and the odd proper dinner do not a flat stomach make. Why do I have to eat fruit and salad and shit? How exactly does a human exist on "3 serves of leafy green vegetables, 1 tbs fat-free dressing per serve?" Or the "3 serves of fruit?" And if you are lucky "2 scrambled eggs OR 1 pot of fat-free yoghurt?" Maybe it's the "1 cup of steamed brown rice" that's keeping your ticker alive and well because I doubt it's the "2 cups of coffee, 1 tspn fat-free milk?" INSANE. Has the perpetrator (sp?) of this plan ever spent time with a coffee-junkie SANS coffee? Obviously not.

But it must be done. This thing around my middle that used to be a decent sized stomach is now indecent. Thus, the rubber tyre shall (hopefully) be gone within weeks. I blame fashion, with it's crop tops and sheer shirts and shit. HEAR ME FASHION? DAMN YOU!

I could do sit-ups. But I can't...be bothered. So, I won't.

Hopefully, the blur and the flowers detract from my poochie....

grey marle blazer: jeanswest $40

velvet crop tee: trade me $1

flower leggings: kmart $20

sequin peep toe heels: the warehouse $60

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sometimes, you get what you want....

Well, I got what I wanted! After my whiny post about having a shitter of a week when it came to outfits, Big R came to the rescue. Oh, my knight in band tee armour. Yay for gigs, I say!

I already had this outfit in mind...just needed somewhere to wear it. For once~~Big R, note this day on the calender~~I was ready within the allocated time and minus the pile of discarded, appalling, abhorrent, mismatched, disastrous outfits on the floor!!!! Oh yes, he will remember this day because I doubt it will ever happen again....

Friday, as hoped, saved my weak week and I'm eternally (okay, momentarily) grateful.

The aftermath: Is it a crime to strip off your beloveds and leave them as a jumbled pile on the floor? After all the fun they gave me? This was the thanks I gave? Hey, I was slightly inebriated and beyond the co-ordination skills required to disrobe with care.

On another note, this whole pre-fall thing that has swallowed up many a post out there (and thank you for it BTW) will be rather late on my part. Yep, I got an opinion. Nope, I'm out of interwebby juice. So, until Telecom decides to bestow my allocation of the juicy stuff, I shall remain opinon and pictureless and just have to look like the fool when I post pre-fall when the next season is almost due....Gosh darn it!!! Why can't internet just be free????

grey marle boyfriend blazer: jeanswest $40

shredded fantasy wolf print tee (worn backwards): the warehouse $24.99

sequin tube dress: xmas gift

jersey and studs multi strand neckpiece: supre $10

ashish for topshop wedges: xmas gift

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acne paper and the marchesa casati....

Whatcha been reading? Big R caved in and drove us to Borders in Albany for my magazine fix. $80 odd dollars later I am blissfully indulged........

Due to Acne Paper (only $14.90!) my slight obsession with the Marchesa Luisa Casati is reignited. As is my general want for Tilda Swintons freakishly attractive no make-up look and nasty regal stance. Hey, you either adore her or abhor her. Guess Mr Perdis is in the adore her camp>>>>>>>>>>

The REAL Marchesa.

Captivating. Individual.

Rare. Shy. Extravagently odd. Chimera. Strange. Fantastic. Just some of the words through the times to describe her.

So? How does Tilda, photographed by PAOLO ROVERSI and styled by MATTIAS KARLSSON in ACNE PAPER ISSUE #9 measure up?

Wouldn't mind a chinese headdress in my closet...or the dress by Christian Lacroix (just to look at or play dress ups in).

Junya Watanabe~gimme the cape and no-one gets hurt!

My ruler says "Practically Perfect In Every Way."

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vaudeville, bearded ladies and tattooed freaks....

Okay, so who isn't fascinated by the (dare I be so bold as to use such an un p.c term? Mm, yup) circus freaks? All the wonders to behold beneath the big stripey tent. The pretty ladies, the funny clowns, the big mouthed ringmaster and then....a single spotlight, a hushed crowd...anticipation as the bearded lady enters the ring. The mermaid, the strongman, the three legged boy (who juggles for his act-why not take advantage of the extra appendage and balance on a ball or run uber fast?), the werewolf, the sword swallower.

Hopefully, you see me as no freak. But I thought I would do a tattoo post. The photos of the ink itself are a bit gnarly but you get the idea......
Three sittings. Over 9 hours. The guy wants 1 more go. Painful. Rewarding. Only the beginning.

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gnarly. nails. nope.

So what does one do when one does not have PhotoShop? Put up the gnarly looking photos anyway!

Borrowed Big R's Ben Sherman shirt and teamed it with my bargain of the week..........$7 PANTS! Was out scavenging in Glenfield Mall (hardly classify it as a mall-corner dairy?) purely because my best mate Pippi Longstockings HAD to go to Novo. And, if I'm being honest, I wanted to try and find some printed/patterned trousers I saw at ValleyGirl AGES (more on this in a second) ago and hoped they might be at the outlet store there.
Nope. Guts. But did find almost an entire wall section, two gondolas and a box on the floor of these pants. Red (will need if this red trend comes to fruition), brown (got 'em on), inky purple, navy beige, black, no grey? A kaleidiscope of $7 pantaloons. Suffice to say I bought them and have promptly worn them twice this week already.

I'm considering a job as a safety item of some sort after painting my claws in a fluoro colour that could only be described as "Safety Yellow". Every time I type or gesticulate these little beacons of gaudy yellow flash about. Big R says they are hazardous to his eyesight. I disagree.

As for the printed pants debacle (it can only be described as a debacle-I am still fuming!), it is ALL BIG R'S FAULT! A few weeks back, we were chillaxing at Albany Mall (even though I despise malls-they are an unfortunate necessity when your favoured supermarket is attached) and as I "just-have-a-quick-look" at most of the stores there, I spied a perfect pair of patterned trousers. Pattern? Check. Higher Waisted? Check. Volume? Check. Cuffed? Check. On Sale? Check. Big R, Can I Get These I Really Want Them? no. No. NO. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Why did I listen to him? Why? So of course, I have not dropped the subject for WEEKS now-just so he can get a notion as to how much I really wanted said pants and what a mistake he has made by not letting me have them and the extent of the damage he has caused to my wardrobe. Clueless. Clue. Less. Lucky he got me some nice shoes for Christmas. I will probably be bitter and twisted for another few weeks until either I: a-find a pair of similar or THE pants.

b-find something else to obsess over.

Gnarly. Just felt like saying it again. No reason. Laters x.

pants: valleygirl

shoes: acne atacoma wedges

shirt: ben sherman via big r

tie: $2 shop

belt: salvos

hazardous nailpolish: sunnies in browns bay

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where have you been!?

So I've taken a while to catch up. But seriously, I needed a break to get over the holidays. Washing, tidying, rubbish days, packing camping gear away, visiting people you missed over Christmas, trying to catch up on other blogs, printing photos for Granny, updating FaceBook, replying to missed texts and calls when you're out of reception areas, realising your cupboards and fridge are bare and you need to face the super-busy supermarket......AARRGGHH!!!

Here's a few shots from our camping holiday up North in the sun soaked Parua Bay in Whangarei Heads.

The surroundings at Limestone Island. A kiwi sanctuary that used to be a concrete factory back in the old days.

All that is left is creepy, eerie broken buildings that were once bustling with industry.

Steps to nowhere.

Hello sheepies! They just roamed free on the island and left lovely trails of sheep droppings.

This is a beach about 20 minutes out of Parua Bay. I think it was McGregor or McIvor....MacGuyver? :-) Anyway, it was 'Mc-Something' and it was McAwesome.

Went snorkelling around the rocks on the right....not as good as the snorkel at Oceans Beach but saw some fish, happy camper.

Trying to catch this rainbow around the sun....it was the strangest and beautiful thing. Got a cobbie-web too!

Our little bundle of joy. Everyone, meet Miss Pixie-Lou Twiglet. Stretching out in luxury on our host's bed. Yes, she is so talented she reads books. Jokes. Doesn't everybody think their baby is just the most talented being alive?

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