the outfit: lounging...

Doing "nothing much" is usually relegated to a boys only afternoon.

NOTE: this may only make sense to those who know the L&P ads.

But this would be a falsehood, as I am female AND am fully qualified and proficient in doing "nothing much" with little effort.

A born natural.

My Mum would be so proud.

[wearing: thrifted cable knit skivvy and mens italian loafers and monki striped jeans]

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the outfit: plaid...

Last weekend. Easter. ANZAC. A time to get religious if that's your bag and remember what your elders sacrificed to enable you to live with the freedoms you have.

That's what it SHOULD'VE been.

But it's strange [blasphemous?] how a 4 day weekend that supposedly frees you from the shackles of work to be with family and friends just turns into 4 days of procrastination, magazine reading and general doing-nothing-worthy-or-remotely-commemorative-laziness. I'm projecting the blame by referring to this "you", I mean me. Shame on me.

I mall ratted on the Monday and had my first, "Oh my god, you're fashion westie, ay!?" Awkward. Flattering, but awkward. Just thankful I did not look like total shit. That would have been REALLY awkward. [Will post that outfit once I find that bloody memory stick...] But that's about as far as I got. Four days to do cool shit. Did something relatively lame for 3 hours. So three days and 24 hours of inactivity. Just mooching.

I snapped out of it by yesterday, got my A[ss] into G[ear] [or Ass into Plaid] and did something productive: op shopping, picking up parcels and pattern drafting. Yay.

[wearing: thrifted navy wool jacket, mens loafers and akubra, alexander wang shirt and cue plaid trouser]

Dodging rain bursts, going to postal depots at 7.30am and not having a piece work out quite right, not so fun. Boo.

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the outfit: ruined mooch...

I am enjoying Good Friday minus a boyfriend, plus unshared chocolate and a semi-watched DVD marathon of fashion related fodder playing in the background so I don't feel so lonerville.

I ENJOYED Good Friday when I was dressed in a tee, leggings and snuggle sack with THE warmest chenille socks on and my hair in some twisted mess held precariously in place with a dollarstore jaw clip.

I am now un-enjoying Good Friday as I got a call an hour ago that I would need to pick up AWOL boyfriend from diving his trip. Translation? Leaving the snuggly cocoon I've created and venturing in public.

[wearing: thrifted tassle cardi, minkpink tank, diva headband and rings, jeanswest houlihans, studded chucks]

He fully ruined my mooching. Mooch ruiner! Consider my mooch officially RUINED!

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the interview: gran's loose change...

A little secret stalk of mine and an often visited website to peruse vintage goodies and get some inspiration is Gran's Loose Change. I was stoked to score the perfect winter fur coat from Kelly [Thank you for replying to my tweet, yet to be blogged but worn a helluva lot already] and even more stoked to do an interview for her blog.

Go on, click, clickety click to read the interview at Kelly's blog Gran's Loose Change.

[items I've been wearing in some way, shape or form for the past week or so: black furry coat via gran's loose change, glassons felt hat, thecobrashop 'almost famous' sunglasses, karen walker perspex cuff, olga berg wallet, kmart blouse, saben says tote, deadly ponies 'mr mohawk lure' bag charms via superette and rubi platform sandals]

And just try not to check out her shop and score yourself some wicked shit like I did.

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the outfit: 50/50...

Richie HATES my hat.



I don’t.

Enough said.

[wearing: dotti alpine knit, thrifted grey ombre sheer blouse, crochet bag and fur hat, kmart spray on jeans, rubi socks, market shoes and deadly ponies 'mr mohawk lure' sheepskin bag charm]

In other matters, I’ve hardly spent a [productive] day at home and the state of disarray and unfinished interior styling doesn’t look far different from some abandoned home on an empty street in creepy suburbia. I really need to pay it some serious thought, planning and attention...or I could say, "Fuck it! I’m enjoying this non-committal approach to it all!" Perhaps I’m going for hipster minimalism?

Richie says my approach is more like can’t-be-bothered-ism.


No faith in my "creativity".

If he had his way, our place would be covered in framed metal tees, family guy quotes, lolly trees and farts in jars.

Enough said.

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the outfit: denial...

I just liked my vibe today. Wearing big shoes till it is no longer a viable option.

[wearing: thrifted spotted blouse and sheer layer dress, glassons felt hat, thecobrashop 'Almost Famous' sunglasses, shakuhachi shag vest and jeffrey campbell 'lita' boots]

Don’t deny me this one thing.


WARNING: Rather icky and this may be a strong contender for "Blogger Overshare of the Year 2011" [hey, I gotta win an award for something lest my soul be crushed]...

Speaking of "viable", my midwife informs me that Lil Westie is now a "viable" pregnancy. Ummm. Yay. Couldn't we use a less icky term like "guaranteed" or "in full effect"? Viable sounds like he's just made the grade or got a certificate of participation.

Just saying. Overshare, over.

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the outfit: invisible...

I am not going to tell a lie. I sometimes often like clothes that make me look un-pregnant. Invisible. I’m not touching on the curvy/skinny/Schumann/pressure/industry/acceptability debate but just saying I enjoy stepping out, whilst uber tummy is magically hidden. Secret. Mine.

Oh, alright. I DO MISS being smaller in ass...hips...thighs...legs...tummy...upper arms...neck...ass... [The ass deserves double mention since it doubled in size] and there are days where I try to ignore my rotundness and go for a slimming effect that can only be achieved by all black and strategically proportioned garments.

Plus, this sick, twisted, one-sided hide-the-bump game with the in-laws requires such inventive sartorial choices when we are in their presence. There's no fun or level of difficulty if I parade about in fitted gears.

[wearing: thrifted uber-fuzzy knit, kova & t lace flares, thecobrashop sunnies, victoria park market cuff, diva headband and rings and jc litas]


And a serious upside to my "invisibility cloak" approach is not being touched/cooed at/patted by strange people carrying god knows what kind of contagious disease on their hands, assuming your tummy is public property and there to be rubbed for good luck before they go buy their lottery ticket.

I shit you not.

It happens.

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the shore chronicles: the outfit...double points

When I scored this coat last year, I had no idea it would be my actual-favourite-wear-it-all-the-time coat.

Happy.

And it was such a bargain. Think change from a $20.

Double happy.

There is 'good' drawstring and 'bad' drawstring when it comes to garments. These Nom*D shorts most definitely reside in 'good' drawstring territory.

I keep rocking this thrifted Italian woven bag a lot too. Rather ladylike for a grimy like me.

[wearing: thrifted camel coat and woven bag, nom*d 'school boy' shorts, big r's CK tee, dollarstore socks and no1 shoes]

Doubled socks is a new one for me....so is the pointy toe shoe. Funny thing is, I bought this pair about 5 years ago. For $6.99. Genuine leather. Pinky nude camel shade. Never worn til now. Forecasting could be my new thing?

P.S: Pinky nude camel *chuckle*

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the shore chronicles: the obsessions...#1

This week I’m obsessed with:

1. Obtaining a perspex clutch and the metal cuff of my dreams [both from ASOS]
2. Celine Rita’s Explorer Top, Fur Bra, Lace Maxi Skirt and Factory Doll Shorts from her collection Dance To Your Own Tune
3. Wearing smooshy matte burgundy or brown shadow
4. Lady Gaga’s Viva M.A.C Glam lipstick-perfect shade and supporting a cause
5. Milk From A Thistle’s silk crochet print ‘Hardy’ dress

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the shore chronicles: the outfit...tonal

Not sunny, sunny. Make up your mind. Whether you are Northern or Southern Hemisphereans, you will be experiencing schizo weather.

Went to a beach/park with peacocks running around....felt happily tonal before I left and when I saw those peacocks flashing their bits, became rather jealous and wish I'd thrown a bit of colour in somewhere.

[wearing: thrifted akubra, woven bag, linen blazer and deer print top, valleygirl shorts and kmart flats]

P.S: Not sucking the bump in for the 2nd image yet it looks deceptively flat? Weird. Believe you me..it...ain't....flat.

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the shore chronicles: the outfit...flares

Hung out with my best mate Pip and did mundane things which seemed like they had transformed into special things because I was with her and I had time of my life.

[wearing: shakuhachi vest, dollarstore bandanna, kmart tee, just jeans flares, market bag and sandal clogs, diva rings and victoria park market cuff]

So it really isn't WHAT you know but WHO you know.

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the shore chronicles: the pry...polaroids

This installment of The Pry, is hardly ground-breaking stuff. "Oh my godski! A blogger likes Polaroids! Meh, meh, meh!"

Not my point, no missing of any boats, not going for cred.

This I actually bought as a kid and it took me aaaaaages to save up the $100+ dollars. That's A LOT of chores and begging. That's a paper route to even afford to buy the film packs which were $20 a pop.

What I AM going for is a little human info on how to get film stock for my Original Polaroid Joycam 500? The one that took credit card-ish sized 'roids?

I still have it-refuse to let it go and am unsure if it even still takes a good picture. But I wanna try. Any suggestions for modern produced film packs that would fit?

And yes, I'm wearing the poltergeist jumper....again.

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the shore chronicles: the outfit...tassel

The tassles?/tassels? [Googled it: TASSEL] remind me of 90's dreads or sheep dags. But the chocolate-y-with-sprinkles colour of this knit combined with it's perfect croppiness make it wearable.

Dag or nit infested hair connotations are not so...fashun. Definitely unpalatable on this blog of such high writing calibre. Hmmmm...it could be an artfully crafted gypsies lampshade too? Much nicer thought train than the prior.

[wearing: thrifted tassled crop knit, karen walker 'the village' sunglasses, diva headband and rings, 2 gypsies pendant, skylark pants and topshop 'addison' wedges]

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the shore chronicles: the outfit...leather

Have not stopped wearing my poltergeist jumper. It's great for hiding my growing bump from those who are not in the know-unlike you lot, you're all VERY in the know.

Confession: We haven't exactly told Big R's parents yet. And who would point yelling, "OH MY GOD-YOU'RE PREGNANT!" to a chick in a poltergeist jumper and leather pants?

[wearing: thrifted mottled knit and leather trousers, diva neckpiece and rings and pulp suede boots] 

I wonder how long we'll get away with this? It's a little Secret Squirrel and at times a bit Hong Kong Phooey mashed with a corridor scene from Scooby Doo. Ducking, diving, strategic sitting and over animated hand movements. Knowing looks and cartoon like behaviour. His parental units must think we are going crazy.

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