at attention!

Ocular Repairo! New glasses, new found love for up-do's (Oh....the humidity!) and a reason the armed forces will never take me-slack saluting, which looks suspiciously like I'm suspiciously looking for something.

A less embarrassing pose perhaps?

I told you Biggie got me a coupla little nifty, gifty's from BrizzelVegas. I intro'd you to my little wooden necklace already, so say hello to my new little lippy. Altogether now class....HEL-LO LIP-PY!

I used to be in the 'Don't-give-a-shit-as-long-as-it's-cheap' club when it came to make-up...of any sorts really, but especially reserved for lip-related products. "What's the BLOODY point of forking out $40+ hard-earned clams for a frickin' lipstick! Geez..."

Okay, okay...I geddit! I take it back. I cancel my 'D-g-a-s-a-l-a-i-c' membership. It's over.

Biggie got his MAC on and I'm a MACcy Girl. The lipstick is creamy, matte, smells like Palmers Cocoa Butter (MMMMMM) and has the best pigment EVER! The colour is perfect. I think I found my signature shade.....okay, okay....Biggie found my signature shade. You guys are SO pedantic.

Blog + Whore= Blore? Whorg? Blogore? Whatever you wanna label me, do so. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but your following will never hurt me. Or you. You, you there...yeah you...with the mouse...clicky clicky... follow me. I know something you don't know and I got something you might want....

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This is how it started. Something wasn't right.


Lose the headband...loser! Looked for antlers a`la Unique....couldn't find any. Went sans head gear instead.

Still feel kinda phunk,

Gotta drop some excess junk,

Gotta be just right, while hanging with my hunk.

Had a squizz an' felt,

More jacket, girl, less belt,

He said, yeah dats betta, now ya lookin kinda svelte.

Not giving up my day job but gave up my Acnes for suede knee boots. Not totes over da knee, just more a smidge on da knee. Poached Biggie's flannel-again! Up do-ed the hair. Snatched a faker snaker clutch....ready to go....AGAIN!

I love you clutchy, I love you OPI nails. Okay, Bigs....love you too.

Big's gone again...dropped him off to his Cassius buddies so they can commence road trip to Mangatainoka for the Tui gig- Small Town, Big Sounds. Last year, Jimmy the Dwarf got majorly shit-faced and was rather entertaining, Jordan Luck sang with the band and Promo girls stalked them at the gas station and front of stage.

SO EXCUSE ME FOR FEELING NERVOUS!!!

Then, I was off to do girly time. Mag stalking, coffee drinking, dinner eating good times.

HENCE the REMIX!

wearing:

grey print tank dress: just add sugar x jet

moto jacket: bauhaus fraulein x jet

silver chain: ?

grey lace-top thi-hi socks worn pushed down: the warehouse

wedges: acne atacomas

remixed:

add flannel shirt

socks pulled up

add suede knee boots

add clutch

...., Alice started to her feet, for it flashed across her
mind that she had never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or
a watch to take out of it, and burning with curiousity, she ran across the field
after it, and fortunately was just in time to see it pop down a large rabbt-hole
under the hedge.
In another moment down went Alice after it, never
once considering how in the world she was to get out again.

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just does nothing for me....

Blog-Life is not just about the good outfits...there's the bad, the ugly-which shall remain unposted. But there's also 'the nothing.' Not fitting into any of the previously mentioned categories. Here's a bit of nothing-love for today.

Listening to a little Computers Want Me Dead.....and I think this laptop actually does. It hates me. I doesn't just hate me, it's trying to ruin my life!

This is what I wear when I is doin nuffin, mate. I is at 'ome 'avin a cuppa tea wiv me Mum. LIES! I was having a cup of tea by myself. Loner.

This is what I wear when a computer wants me dead.

wearing:

mens XL long sleeve tee: random shop

belt: mens jeanswest

shoes: pointer for karen walker

necklace: lovehate~i wish i was a real girl

Don't make me beg...please don't. I have a present for someone out there. And it taunts me. Neh, neh neh, neh neh. If I must pimp my bloggy self out? SO BE IT! If I get my followers up to the 100 mark....I can tell you all about it. So DO IT! FOLLOW ME! Bloglovin or Google....pick, pick, pick.

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lacy days...

This post is multi-choice. You can :
A) Read it.
B) Look at the pictures.
C) Perform A and B.
D) Do none of the above.
I say this cos I blabbed a bit, okay a LOT...sorry....anyway, in the words of Tim Gunn, 'Carry on."



Never one to give up the opportunity to dress-up a little, an innocent coffee date with Big R morphed into an all-out war with The Cave.

The Backstory: While Big R partied and moshed his little bum off at Soundwave in BrizzelVegas, I thought I'd be a good little girlfriend and tidy up The Cave. Make it more navigate-able (obvi not a real word), more palatable (real word!) and basically not cause the onset of despair every time Biggie claps his eyes on my 3/4 of our room.

What started as a categorically, organised, re-placement of outfit-on-a-hanger type goodness, turned into a gigantic, clothy mound a`la, Madame Trash Heap. I swear it spoke to me with winged, sparkly spectacles and tried to give enigmatic and riddled advice on how to solve my problems-honest.

....But, I did it. Sucked up 4 hours of my life that I'll never get back...but it was done! Biggie would be so proud! Where's my medal?

The Midstory: Big R, picked up from airport, looking like a crumpled but sexy mess, brought home, it's past 1am and I expected, nay, demanded he 'ooh!' and 'ahhh!' over my completed works!.....He gave me presents (mwah, mwah...ta very muchly) I giggled with girly delight and waited for him to appreciate my gift of cleanliness, ya know, notice it, praise me, hug me...give me my medal....He said, "I'm so happy to be home. I'm tired. Love you," rolled over and went to sleep. Um..um...OI! Notice my tidy stuff! You better recognise! Alas, recognise he did not.

But he did later that morning. Getting ready for work is a lot easier when there's space to walk and your clothes aren't relegated to a pile atop a chair. Aren't they Biggie? Ha ha.

No medal but an appreciative smile-that'll do Big, that'll do...good save.

The Currentstory: Catch-up-mini-coffee-date day. We haven't had the chance to get in each others faces for nearly a week, so TIME OUT! REF! PEP TALK TIME! Biggie suggested we chilllax for a while and I couldn't have agreed more. Thinking, "He's gonna be so impressed with how quick I get ready, heee heeee." Ya know, everything already pre-hanged, pretty much just thrust my hand into The Cave, eyes shut, close fingers round a hanger, pull....VOILA! OUTFIT! Here's one I prepared earlier kinda thing.

Yeah....nah.

What resulted was this.....grab, pull, look, nah, throw on bed. Grab, pull, look, nah, throw on bed. Breathe. Grab, pull, look...mmmm...nah, throw on bed. By the time I found what I wanted (off different hangers of course) half an hour had passed and Big R had disappeared in a trash heap of garments and hangers. For a moment, I thought he had gone without me.

I'm back to square one. I'm in the bad books. Lazy day, my ass. I've made more work for myself. Organised. Prepared. Categorical. Not me. Mess. Chaos. Random. THAT'S ME!

wearing:

oatmeal chunky cardi: just jeans

lace dress: sass x jet

nude fishnets: putty by ambra via smith & caugheys

skull rope necklace: karen walker (p.s. check her updated website---WAY cooler!)

wedges: ashish for topshop

stone bag: witchery via smith & caugheys

Giveways, giveaways. A band wagon so full that bloggers are falling off the sides! But that's what I've got under my hat. And I can't give anything away yet...unless you want to follow fashionwestie.

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i'm so lonely....

An apology spouted by many a blogger, "Sorry for the lack of outfit posts lately" but an apology nonetheless.

The last seven days have been throwing my internal clock on the floor, jumping up and down on it, then doing a little dance. Big R has had gigs and practices and red-eye flights...people ring and email and text when I JUST WANNA SLEEP but I can't ignore the beeps and rings and badly renditioned songs-flashing lights, vibrating, brrrrrrrdddt, brrrrrrrrdddt........so much crap going on, so little time and interwebby juice. I'm running out of juice. Note to self, buy some juice.

This is my Monday. Manic. I miss you-know-who and I'm excited/nervous to get him tonight...at midnight, GRRRRR! I need sleep, I need coffee, I need my buddy and I needed to go food shopping. BADLY! Bring forth todays outfit. My fave thrifted blazer that I REFUSE to sell. I love it, I keep it! And I'm wearing my new Pointer for Karen Walker "Alice" boat shoes....WHICH I F#@KING LOVE WITH ALL MY HEART (except the bits that I love Big R with, mwah). They are the most comfy styley shoes I own. Without a doubt. The post where I raved about them? Totally justified. KW's bunting flag print is in the lining-a secret between me and my feet and no-one else. I feel like the coolest kid in town when I wear these. Like I'm in a secret society (of one at the moment) and should have a special nod or wink or handshake when I meet one of my kinsmen.

Hello? Is there anybody out there?

wearing:

ruffle collar shirt: trade me

navy blazer: thrifted

denim shorts: DIY jeanswest

thigh lace top socks: the warehouse

boat shoes: alice by pointer footwear for karen walker

Now, poll results. A resounding win for having over 100 followers on your blog this February. I hear ya. We all want a little love back, a little recognition, a little something-something.

Speaking of which, I still have a little something-something under my hat but until I get my followers up, that's where it stays. I'm almost busting for a little wee over this......stay tuned!

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tippy toes....

Cheer up Charlie, give me a smile.....Big R is still M.I.A (in Brizzie at that music thing) and I'm bored. Maybe I should get a bowl cut?

I hope he's not looking for his brown belt because I nicked it from his suitcase.

The lace top flesh coloured fishnet sockettes look like I nicked them from Nana. Yeah, nah...I bought them.

I'm wearing these shoes E-V-E-R-Y-D-A-Y! I swear, now I know why Big R is happy to wear the same pair of chucks with everything...they just work! Minimal effort required. Comfy-like that memory foam stuff. Mmmmm, memory foam.

Off to lunch, laters xoxo

wearing:

grey sweater: bauhaus x jet

white lace shirt and muslin dress: thrifted

lace top sockettes: asian dollarstore

skull rope necklace: karen walker

boat shoes: alice boat shoes x pointer for karen walker

belt: Big R

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I wanna chill in Salzburg, USA with karen....

I been reading. As you do. Does looking at fash-zines count as reading? Does now.
After my procrastination (very prone to this unfortunately) about the whole NYFW post-apocolyptic posts, I was inspired to blab about Karen Walker's (I dub thee....K-D..ubs... I re-name thee....K-Dubs!) collection after reading a piece in the latest Fashion Quarterly. She has some very avid fans in Japan that make her gifts, scrapbooks, art, letters (to see how they translate into english?-so cutie!) and story books and, and, and...she has an archived room of the stuff! Now THAT'S impressive! She should blog....digressing.

Since I'm a big fan, I should make an effort too. Being artistically challenged, I shall blog!

Snippets (love saying that word...snippet, snippetssssss) from K-Dubs S/S 2010 collection, The Village. These are just a few of the many (entire!) collection that speak to me and want to live in The Cave...I swear, they did whisper in my ear and left me a post-it....but alas, they do not.
The signature bunting flag print loves being touted as a dress (classy hussy), a bag and among other things, as the lining in her collaboration shoes with Pointer Footwear. Plus, that boxy navy blazer shows classic and simple is still edgy and individual-just wear it your way. Little rays of sunny yellow slap your face into a smile and don't mind sharing the limelight with the edwardian-inspired dress. Then, there is THE CROPPED TROUSER. Yeah, it's a running theme in her designs, but the fact it is in a birdy print? Miu Miu, eat your overpriced heart out!

The best bit, I reckon, is that although her A/W 2010 collection, Salzburg, USA, is fresh (not fobby fresh, new apple fresh) you can still see that underlying familiarity and connection with her previous work. I like that. I do. I can subscribe to her tribe and not have that schizo feeling of new shit each season that negates all I've bought before. It's not boring, it's not lazy, it's not uninspiring----it's cool. I LIKE IT 'ERE! The update in textures, fabrics and colour palette, tell you it's new and that's all you need. I could be talking out my butthole here--I'm no fashion expert or critic, I just know what I like.

And I just like Karen's aesthetic. It's simple/ frilly, a little heritage/a little kooky, plain/print, boyish/girly--you can wear her designs how you like and when you like. You gotta admit that some designers (though awesome) create garments or start mini-trendy-faddy thingys that have rules. I do not like Trinny and Susannah. I do not like being told how to wear my costumes! I will admire your boundary laden garments but I shall not wear them, sir!...or madame! Don't want to exclude anyone-god forbid I be un-pc!

I am down to get my previously mentioned butt into some sheep (watch that gutter mind readers!) skin jackets...not that butts go INTO jackets, but you get my point and I shall be snuggly and warm in some velvet pants or dresses. Haven't decided. Maybe both? At the same time? Yeah, nah, too kooky.

Nana's curtains better watch out! If they see me coming at them with some scissors, they'll know I've got some trousers in mind.......snip, snip.

You have to see The Village for Northern Hemisphere S/S10, Southern Hemisphere A/W10 Mainline and Runaway collections-they are some wicked sheeeeit!

Can you tell I'm existing on bugger all sleep? Just previewed this post and I'm mumbling, rambling and generally sounding a little wierd. I may keep it, I may delete it-depends on how this grumpy mole feels after a nana nap.

images sourced from style.com

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