4 out of 7 ain't bad....

after a failed attempt at an outfit video yesterday--stoopid music company copyright laws...grr...removing sound...grrr-- i was at a total loss of what to do for an outfit post and definitely had my nose out of joint. still do as a matter of fact.

clicking through the pics i did have, i came across a peculiar phenomenon....involving. my. pants.

over the previous 7 days, i had in fact worn the same sherie muijs pair for 4 of them. it's official-we're in love.

not bad. cost per wear factor? excellent. i've definitely backed a winner.

friday: karen walker 'the village' sunglasses, federation 'le radness' tuxtail tee, kathryn wilson boots, random leather cuff.
sunday: equip neckpiece, all about eve graphic tank, jeanswest grey marle blazer, kathryn wilson boots, big r's silver watch, random leather cuff.
tuesday: alba fan club 'i'm your fan' tee, 2 gypsies 'black magic' and 'love warrior' pendants, kathryn wilson boots, random silver cuffs.
friday: just jeans leather jacket, random asymmetric top, random asymmetric vest, sam edelman 'zoe harness' boots, the warehouse bag with added leather tassels, M.A.C russian red lipstick.

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coffee overload....

big r thinks i drink too much coffee....i K N O W i drink too much coffee.

my poor body.

a mix of too much coffee and beautifully sunny days, makes one do stoopid fings. like ellen-esque dances and record them for the world to see.
yep, an overload of coffee leads to an overload of stoopidness....and i can't even blame it on alcohol.

loving this weather in terms of being able to break out my pointer x karen walker boat shoes.....in Y E L L O W !....and donning a straw hat.

hating this weather in terms of looking like a freak when i wear h to t black [including jeans and knits].


must point out that two minutes before i walked out the door, i dropped my nuts and put on my sherie muijs drop crotch pants instead....i'm just not loving the tiny denim.

i'm sure there's an overload of it out there that can more than compensate for my utter refusal to participate in one of summers staples.....in public....sans black tights....and a long cardi.

wearing: thrifted straw hat and pale blue linen jacket, leona edmiston scarf, glassons shirt, dotti high waisted denim shorts, karen walker charm necklace [worn as bracelet] and pointer for karen walker boat shoes.

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who do you think you are?....

the weather has been postcard perfect and this long weekend has been a long time coming!

went to a bbq--as you do in summer--and was completely innappropriately dressed.

and didn't give a shit.

i was comfy in my own skin without baring any and had much better convos with all and sundry as i was not constantly wondering if my butt looked big, if my undies were showing or if a nip had slipped. i could sit any how i wanted and managed to participate in cartwheel and handstand competitions, which invariably crop up after a few ciders and pre-meal [note i particapated and did not win] and retain my dignity. success.

i enjoyed myself--even if i looked totally out of place amongst the sea of cut off denim and tank tops--and that's the main thing.


wearing: glassons gingham shirt, camel knit by pickaberry, thrifted check pants, big r's belt and topshop clogs.

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prarie...

unsure whether or not i could truly wear the longer length without looking like a complete tool.

then i figured, mum did it. nana did it. little house on the prarie did it.

i'm gonna do it.

added a pair of chunky-arse shoes instead of the dusty boots to make it feel me. the same chunky arse shoes that big r reckons look corrective footwear...which just makes me all the more determined to wear them as often as possible....he always makes it sound like a challenge.

"you wearing those again? they look like you've got clubfoot...or polio?"
"that's not very nice...or pc."
"but babe, that's what they look like...i'm just saying..."
"yeah, yeah, i am gonna wear them."
"fine."
by the way: question.
do you like the outfit videos? i've been indulging the narcissistic tendencies for over a month now and don't know if anyone even gives a shit. i'ma keep doing it, i was just curious as to what you guys think....
wearing: thrifted linen dress, glassons shirt, diy rope necktie, thrifted bag, hat from the warehouse and acne atacoma wedges.
and a BIG t h a n k y o u to everyone who validates me and leaves a comment. i've discovered so many cool blogs out there just by clicking on your names....

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fuzzy wuzzy....

i bought something a while ago that's old and fuzzy.....not a beard or an old man with a beard.

it's not fake fur.

it's not fluffy.

it's not furry.

it's literally....fuzzy. fuzzy wuzzy.

....and old.

so i haven't broken my october ban....or abandoned couchie.

wearing: thrifted brocade blazer and fuzzy wuzzy top, stolen girlfriends club knit shorts, accessories from equip/diva, jeffrey campbell 'lita' boots.

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blackout....

grrr...just when i think i've got myself neatly contained and categorized, i go off on another tangent. signature style...blah, blah, blah.....i like man style, i like americana, i like rock, i like tribal, i like ecclectic, i hate colour, i LIKE colour, i like quirky, i like leopard, i like minimal, i hate colour again.

i know i feel pretty unsettled...god knows how confusing it must be for you, the reader.

to say i'm all over the sartorial place, is an understatement. but then when i look at my personal life, i guess it's not a surprise.

me.
i talk a lot and often about random crap.
my musical taste ranges from ke$ha to kanye to clutch and back.
i practically NEVER sit down at a meal--walking off, grazing like a moo-cow as i go, which pisses big r off to the max when we're at a restaurant.
i drink c o p i o u s amounts of stimulant laden drinks and always one-too-many pear ciders.
my areas of the room are constantly in disarray and i can never find what i need when i need it but often locate crap i forgot i had.
you wouldn't know it, but i just left for nearly 12 minutes to have a coffee and eat 2 minute noodles.
i fidget. constantly.
i never listen to a full song on the ipod. i'm your resident track skipper. yep, i'm that girl and you hate me.
i'm always running to the car, grabbing last-minute-bits as i go and often end up with safety pins, plasters, scissors, magazines and a torch wherever we're going...i'm good to know in an emergency.
i hardly ever know what i really want....but i definitely know what i don't want.
i have several diary planners in pristine condition apart from random thoughts and ideas that i think i might need to reference one day...but no ACTUAL appointments or reminders.

so. when it comes to getting dressed, i 75% rely on the weather, 24.5% on the occasion and 0.5% on how i feel. and what i can find. of course, that 0.5% uses almost 98% of the time allocated TO getting dressed. mare!

most days i dress like this: black and white. layered. i'm constantly f*&king around with my hair. and i'm constantly making retarded little facials.


if anyone has tips on finding the balance...feel free. otherwise, i'm spending my summer in a blackout.

wearing: thrifted leather patch cardi, leather shorts, all about eve tank and topshop addison wedges.

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what it feels like, for a girl...

boy dressing. it's a good thing.

it has many wonderful qualities. including but not exclusive to:
ease of wear-menswear always looks done. except boardies. boardies always make your look come undone lads.
multipurpose with the boyf [or stylish male flattie if you are so lucky] which leads to a shared cost...or free.
colour palette and patterns that are just begging for mixing. and surprisingly, it does not emulate visual vomit? you try that eclectic mix flaunted on the runways with a femme wardrobe and see if everyone around doesn't scramble for sunglasses, a blindfold or a bucket? runway does not equal reality for an outfit made from a florals/stripes/digital/tribal/spots/technicolor mix.
shapeless shapes
structured shapes
did i mention ease of wear?
did i mention shared cost?

big r doesn't seem to mind that i occasionally dip into [read: constantly raid] his wardrobe, nor the fact that when he's contemplating buying a 'new fing' to wear, my opinion is somewhat selfish in the hope i can wear it too. "you don't need those pants but you could reeeeaaallly do with that shirt...can i just try it on?"
and okay, so it's an aesthetic that sits on the man-repeller side of the sartorial fence. but i don't care--i've always had a tendency to dress on the boyish side of life. i will now and probably will always have it somewhere in my mix.


the clarins lipgloss, my diy rope necktie and dusty old pair of boots are current faves.

wearing: glassons shirt, diy necktie, mens grey jumper from bauhaus, thrifted suede shorts, akubra, boots, bag and camel coat.

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unexpected awesomeness.....

a former colleague of mine [who is an awesome designer in her own right and her work featured in the debut issue of pilot magazine] used to work? still works? for taylor boutique.
ashamedly, i never took note of the label itself but did revel in her stories of creating the garments and working the shop floor--which were far more interesting than those from our shared, more-generic-fashion-retail-place-of-work. although, our experiences there are a book just waiting to happen...or perhaps a reality show?
anyhow, i wish i did take notice. i've obviously missed something that everyone else didn't. shame.

taylor boutique. spring 2011-sphere.

my picks.


there is just something about this aesthetic that gets me excited. the colour palette, the endless layering alternatives, the shapes and that indefineable 'x-factor'--definitely wish i had paid more attention to this label. my bad. check it out here.

CREDIT: images via fashionz.co.nz

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i bet you wish i'd disappear...

me love some sunshine underground.
me love my lita boots.
me love doing tim tam straws.
me love my j-ho dress.
you cannot make me love beetroot--yeuchy!
me love my julie.....wait, no me don't.
why me talk like dis?
i dunno.
i bet you wish i'd just disappear sometimes, huh?


my fave new thang--apart from couchie--is wearing diy over the knee socks made from tights. just knotted at the back to hold em up. they have a kinda oldsaggygrannypantyhose that me love. one cautionary note though; until they've stretched as far as they'll go, they tend to fall down---a lot--as you can see. stop. bend. re-knot. walk. stop. bend. re-knot. walk. but once that dramas over, permanently knot them and you're good to go.

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tux for westie...and i don't mean dog biscuits...

spring...you've had me fooled one too many times, my fine weathered friend. the sun pops out, i get excited. the sun disappears, i regret not adding that extra layer before i headed out the door. spring..you are a cruel season.
decided the couch is my new 'thang'--well, we spend a lot of time together and i figure it's time to share the limelight [what little piece i have of it anyways].
even though it's old and crappy and looks like a dogs dinner, couchie is also comfy and happy to have me over anytime...and likes to play hide 'n' seek with various possessions of mine--cheeky couchie!

a little solemn looking but really i'm a happy little camper. maybe it's cos big r said i resembled robin hood...but without the coolness of robbing the rich and giving to the poor. kind of like the kid who got the crap costume for halloween or something....hmmm, there's a thought for october 31st.
never mind all that--i loves my tux tee dress and i got to wear my eyelet lacing top. blssssspt!

wearing: mink pink crop khaki shirt and laced top, valleygirl tux tee dress, diy feather earcuff, william phillips bag and andi stirrup clog boots from topshop.

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westie is le radness....

finally, i can get back into my groove and the chance to use the computer for more than 15 minutes without someone nagging, "how much longer will you be? i need to go on facebook."
who thought teenage siblings could rule ones life to such an extent? i'm pretty sure mum and dad NEVER had such issues with me.

because i was pretty rad.

well, mum thought i was rad. dad thought i talked too much--and still does. pffft.



wearing: federation tail tee, glassons shirt, valleygirl velvet leggings, accessories from diva and equip, wishbone earrings from vintage love and kathryn wilson boots.

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8 days to break a ban...

okay, so you're gonna have to cut me some slack. i've been a really good girl for 8 days now. 8 days! .....and i've NEVER spent so much time on trade me...[buy nothing new, NOT buy nothing..come on...]

nz label, Riddle Me This has been sitting on the westie radar since eye-spyed-them-with-my-little-eye in an issue of the now defunct [BOOOO!] pulp magazine and i love them.
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and i loved their showing at nzfw.
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and i love onceit.
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and i love a bargain.
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broken ban.
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whoops.
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very sorry-but-happy-but-ashamed-but-excited-but-promise-it-won't-happen-again, westie.


firstly, i had my clicker over the harajuku dress and it was in my cart...then it 'fell out'...disappeared...so, refresh, went back and got this message:
i'm no good at waiting and i'm a sore loser, so i held my clicker over these, put them in my cart...and, they 'fell out' too...grrrr...who are these people battling me? and why are the gods trying to enforce my ban? i am human, hear me roar!

if you follow me on twitter, ya know i was getting a little frustrated...technology is the essence of life these days aaaaand the bane of my existence sometimes....but then, the clouds parted, the sky opened up, the sun shone a ray onto the keyboard and this happened:

ha ha suckers.....that somebody is ME!

[in my defence, i'm supporting a local label and their website told me to:"you know you want them" ] oh yeah, and it's my blogger birthday.

images taken from onceit and internet

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sneak-a-peek #2....

M.I.A? M.F.B [Missing From Bloggin F.Y.I]? Yeah, sorry about that.

The last few bits that plopped through by the end of September. The Andi's in particular came in at the so-called eleventh hour....


Once the hecticity [I know it's not a real word] of school holidays are over [hurry up Monday!] I can get round to a couple of outfit posts. I have, once again, been slave to two insatiable teenagers who have no clue how to entertain themselves if they don't have pockets full of cash. Trying to convey the idea of work=$$$=fun and not big sister=put out hand=$$$=fun has proven to be unsuccessful. Being told as soon as I walk in the door from work/play/whatev's that a ride to some far off land and $40 bucks is required, does nothing to prevent the ageing process I currently am paranoid to the extreme about.

MAN ALIVE!

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed having a boge [say like vogue-boge; to have a squizz, to look].

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