Monday, June 27
Friday, June 24
the purchase | sweater...
How did my morning start?
With a sweet package from isaaclikes store.
How could I not?
Designed/Pimped/Collaborated/Coveted/Thrashed by kiwi bloggers isaaclikes.com and katherineisawesome.com.
How much fun am I having in this sweatshirt?
A shit load for a heavily pregnant blogger.
How freakin' snuggly am I in this puppy?
The plushness is cocooning and substantial. Like wearing a luxe onesie....without the bottom part. HINT. HINT. Do a onesie. With feet. And a hood.
How super duper stoopid do I look in these photos?
Majorly. Like a super tool. I'm make up less and bloaty and it's not my fault. Plus, this is how one looks when excited. Or when I get a bag of Burger Rings.
Oh how a sweatshirt THIS awesome makes one feel super duper normal when one is basically a manatee.
How to get one?
Visit the cool cats at Area51 or Isaac Likes Store online.
With a sweet package from isaaclikes store.
How could I not?
Designed/Pimped/Collaborated/Coveted/Thrashed by kiwi bloggers isaaclikes.com and katherineisawesome.com.
How much fun am I having in this sweatshirt?
A shit load for a heavily pregnant blogger.
How freakin' snuggly am I in this puppy?
The plushness is cocooning and substantial. Like wearing a luxe onesie....without the bottom part. HINT. HINT. Do a onesie. With feet. And a hood.
How super duper stoopid do I look in these photos?
Majorly. Like a super tool. I'm make up less and bloaty and it's not my fault. Plus, this is how one looks when excited. Or when I get a bag of Burger Rings.
Oh how a sweatshirt THIS awesome makes one feel super duper normal when one is basically a manatee.
How to get one?
Visit the cool cats at Area51 or Isaac Likes Store online.
Thursday, June 16
the purchase | mulberry...
Do you know how long I have coveted a bag? A definitive bag. THE ONE. A REAL one. One that is made of leather, and constructed with care, and carries a brand history past a year or two, and doesn't stink of factory glue, and...and...could possibly help an angel get it's wings instead of making Baby Jesus cry?
A long time. A loooooooong time. And saving for it? A long time. A long, hard time. A looooooooong, haaaaaaaard time.
I am sure we have all indulged in the coveting of that which is either just not meant to be or just not an option right now [I'm talking bags by the way, not lives, fame, smaller asses, money or people- although, I do covet many of these from time to time, if not all at once]. We have Day Dreamed and Googled and Right Clicked and Added To Favourites and scoured online stores at 3am, adding THE BAG to your cart, only to log out at the last moment knowing full well rent and a smiling-boyfriend-who-still-has-a-shirt-on-his-back, really is more important than a sack of treated animal skin, stitched together to hold your keys. And your iPhone. And your iDentity. And your dreams. You know, THE ONE.
For some THE ONE is Celine. Others, a Wang. Some aim high and gun for a Hermes Birkin [$14,000? Never gonna happen!]. Maybe it's a Coach? Or you salivate over the LV x SC [just don't drool ON the bag...ewww]? Could you go a studded Balenciaga? Or perhaps, you are defined ever-so-perfectly by a Chloe?
For me, the Mulberry Bayswater is my one and only. Literally and metaphorically speaking. I doubt I will EVER be able [or allowed] to drop this much on a bag AGAIN. EVER! Putting thought and consideration into such a big purchase was ne-cess-ary! This puppy was going to cost me a bit and I therefore would expect it to be with me long enough to get passed to my future daughter [in-law? but only after she prys it from my cold, dead hands] and grand-daughter. It would need to surpass the latest trend wave sweeping through the blog-o-sphere. Iconic. Beautiful. Heritage. Quality. Timeless. Me. It wasn't about the latest "IT" bag. Or "Status-Symbol-of-the-Week" swinging from my arm. It wasn't about trying to score more hits on the blog because I got some cool shit. [And if those are any of the reasons why you are about to drop some major ducats on arm candy? STOP! Don't. Regret. Bills. Sanity. If you can afford to drop serious moolah week after week, by all means, don't let me stop you.] This really was about falling in love with a piece that I would have moved heaven and earth to get. And pretty much did.
And now she's finally arrived.
And she's beautiful.
And she's mine.
THE ONE.
A long time. A loooooooong time. And saving for it? A long time. A long, hard time. A looooooooong, haaaaaaaard time.
I am sure we have all indulged in the coveting of that which is either just not meant to be or just not an option right now [I'm talking bags by the way, not lives, fame, smaller asses, money or people- although, I do covet many of these from time to time, if not all at once]. We have Day Dreamed and Googled and Right Clicked and Added To Favourites and scoured online stores at 3am, adding THE BAG to your cart, only to log out at the last moment knowing full well rent and a smiling-boyfriend-who-still-has-a-shirt-on-his-back, really is more important than a sack of treated animal skin, stitched together to hold your keys. And your iPhone. And your iDentity. And your dreams. You know, THE ONE.
For some THE ONE is Celine. Others, a Wang. Some aim high and gun for a Hermes Birkin [$14,000? Never gonna happen!]. Maybe it's a Coach? Or you salivate over the LV x SC [just don't drool ON the bag...ewww]? Could you go a studded Balenciaga? Or perhaps, you are defined ever-so-perfectly by a Chloe?
For me, the Mulberry Bayswater is my one and only. Literally and metaphorically speaking. I doubt I will EVER be able [or allowed] to drop this much on a bag AGAIN. EVER! Putting thought and consideration into such a big purchase was ne-cess-ary! This puppy was going to cost me a bit and I therefore would expect it to be with me long enough to get passed to my future daughter [in-law? but only after she prys it from my cold, dead hands] and grand-daughter. It would need to surpass the latest trend wave sweeping through the blog-o-sphere. Iconic. Beautiful. Heritage. Quality. Timeless. Me. It wasn't about the latest "IT" bag. Or "Status-Symbol-of-the-Week" swinging from my arm. It wasn't about trying to score more hits on the blog because I got some cool shit. [And if those are any of the reasons why you are about to drop some major ducats on arm candy? STOP! Don't. Regret. Bills. Sanity. If you can afford to drop serious moolah week after week, by all means, don't let me stop you.] This really was about falling in love with a piece that I would have moved heaven and earth to get. And pretty much did.
And now she's finally arrived.
And she's beautiful.
And she's mine.
THE ONE.
Wednesday, June 15
the pry | un-boring...
As I have spouted in many posts before this one came to fruition, I'm keeping it real [and slimming, lets not forget slimming...who am I kidding...I'm still Bad Santa for another month and a bit and no amount of black is doing me any good when it comes to slimming territory!] and I'm sticking with black. Here's the rack that's in high rotation though admittedly the pants are generally worn, flying low and with this DIY belly band [read: black tee with the top part cut off!] to hide my bits n pieces.
Using layers.
Playing with texture.
Utilising interesting cuts.
Keeps it un-boring.
I think. I hope for your sakes anyway.
NOTE: these were taken BEFORE the push presents arrived, so imagine there's a pair of Acne Pistols and a CG tank hanging there too.
Using layers.
Playing with texture.
Utilising interesting cuts.
I think. I hope for your sakes anyway.
NOTE: these were taken BEFORE the push presents arrived, so imagine there's a pair of Acne Pistols and a CG tank hanging there too.
Friday, June 10
the outfit | blues...
With days of an exclusively black 'colour' palette behind me, I figured I'd spice it up...just a little. A tad. [Let's not get all excited and try to move heaven and earth here or revolutionize my westie-ness. That's just silly. And an exercise in false economy.]
I was feeling gutted [literally and metaphorically speaking] that I am now forced to choose between only 3 pairs of publicly acceptable pants due to my big ass belly [and big ass, let's give credit where credit is begrudgingly due]. One of these lifesaving-slash-ass-covering, sitting-below-belly-making-me-go-ahhh trousers, is my Sherie Muijs pair. I LOVE them: still. I don't know WHERE I'd be without them: probably huddled in the closest thing possible to the foetal position as I could crunch myself into or just rocking in a corner muttering wildly about the beastly elasticated panel top things parading as wearable maternity trousers tossed crazily over my face. I REGRET not getting a second pair in an alternative colour. Stoopid.
Digress alert.
I have been a strong advocate of the drop crotch [still cringe at that word but what alternatives are there?Gusset? Frontpiece?] trouser and will. until. the. day. I. die. Especially this particular pair by the Kiwi designer, Sherie Rae, with it's subtle check pattern in black [yay!] and navy blue. Which tied in rather well with the navy, charcoal, black [yay!] and offwhite colours in my hoody. Reversible. elbisreveR. Oh yeeeeah. I can hardly make up my mind on a good day, so being able to flip it back and forth satiates my refusal to commit, inability to make a decision AND can keep my neck warm whichever direction the wind is blowing. Beat THAT!
Pants= love.
Man shoes= love.
Reversible hoody= love.
Giant love fest with this outfit.
But enough talk.
HOOD FRONT
HOOD BACK
[wear: nom*d reversible merino hood, federation tee, sherie muijs pants, cafeina mens boots, bobbi brown gel liner, black amber balm in tobacco from children of vision.]
NOTE #1: You can hate on the dropped-crotch/harem/poo-catching/man-repelling/hammer-pants-concoction all you like. Just wait till you get preggers. You'll be begging for a pair. You'll be hunting like a mad woman.You'll be grateful when they catch your little bundle whilst you're inevitably far away from the hospital and go into active labour. Gross. Sorry.
NOTE #2: Mens boots are freaking awesome to wear when it comes to comfort AND style. It's my new fing.
NOTE #3: Bobbi Brown Gel Eyeliner- why have I not gone there sooner? And only use with the Bobbi Brown brush.
I was feeling gutted [literally and metaphorically speaking] that I am now forced to choose between only 3 pairs of publicly acceptable pants due to my big ass belly [and big ass, let's give credit where credit is begrudgingly due]. One of these lifesaving-slash-ass-covering, sitting-below-belly-making-me-go-ahhh trousers, is my Sherie Muijs pair. I LOVE them: still. I don't know WHERE I'd be without them: probably huddled in the closest thing possible to the foetal position as I could crunch myself into or just rocking in a corner muttering wildly about the beastly elasticated panel top things parading as wearable maternity trousers tossed crazily over my face. I REGRET not getting a second pair in an alternative colour. Stoopid.
Digress alert.
I have been a strong advocate of the drop crotch [still cringe at that word but what alternatives are there?
Pants= love.
Man shoes= love.
Reversible hoody= love.
Giant love fest with this outfit.
But enough talk.
[wear: nom*d reversible merino hood, federation tee, sherie muijs pants, cafeina mens boots, bobbi brown gel liner, black amber balm in tobacco from children of vision.]
NOTE #1: You can hate on the dropped-crotch/harem/poo-catching/man-repelling/hammer-pants-concoction all you like. Just wait till you get preggers. You'll be begging for a pair. You'll be hunting like a mad woman.
NOTE #2: Mens boots are freaking awesome to wear when it comes to comfort AND style. It's my new fing.
NOTE #3: Bobbi Brown Gel Eyeliner- why have I not gone there sooner? And only use with the Bobbi Brown brush.
Tuesday, June 7
the outfit | simply complex...
My new go-to that will continue to be my go-to until it decides to fully disintegrate into a pile of cottony dust bunnies mixing business and pleasure with the god-knows-what-else that is piling up on the carpet. I think I vacuum up most of the stuff-that-ends-up-on-the-carpet-and-Mum-would-tsk-tsk-me-if-she-saw-it-still-lying-there. I think. But I can't really see.
Seriously. I cannot see past my gut anymore without requiring some sort of kick stand device or at least two others to form a human chain.
[wear: just jeans felt hat and jacket, complexgeometries long strap tank, dotti leather legs, acne pistol short boots, william phillips 'cammay tote' and deady ponies 'mr mohawk lure']
I miss my feet. And picking up dropped lollies. And big shoes. And bending in athletically sound silence. Life has become more of a physical effort and what was simple is now complex.
Seriously. I cannot see past my gut anymore without requiring some sort of kick stand device or at least two others to form a human chain.
[wear: just jeans felt hat and jacket, complexgeometries long strap tank, dotti leather legs, acne pistol short boots, william phillips 'cammay tote' and deady ponies 'mr mohawk lure']
I miss my feet. And picking up dropped lollies. And big shoes. And bending in athletically sound silence. Life has become more of a physical effort and what was simple is now complex.
Friday, June 3
the outfit | black...
Let's face it. Colour and me do not mix. Forget all the possible 'Oil + Water' quotations and try...hmmm... 'Ecstatic + Cellulite' 'Depressed + Billion Dollars' 'Funny + Poo On New Shoes' as an indicator of how much we repell and abhor each other when in close proximity.
You get the picture.
Speaking of pictures...it is me! Like a jolly Santa minus the beard...or any presents for you. But I got presents. Because. I'm Bad Santa and I'm making the rules.
[wearing: sweatshirting moto jacket, complex geometries long strap tank, leather pants, asos leather wedge boots and rose gold cuff, dollarstore beanie]
FIRST PUSH PRESENTS!
[good as gold-complex geometries long strap tank, scotties boutique-acne pistol short boots and comme des garcons numbers leather wallet]
Don't give me shit about the Push Presents Part I. Pumpkin >>> Eye of Needle. Remember? Hell, you've been naughty little buggers anyway. Have a lump of coal. And when you've been better behaved, maybe I'll reconsider.
You get the picture.
Speaking of pictures...it is me! Like a jolly Santa minus the beard...or any presents for you. But I got presents. Because. I'm Bad Santa and I'm making the rules.
FIRST PUSH PRESENTS!
Don't give me shit about the Push Presents Part I. Pumpkin >>> Eye of Needle. Remember? Hell, you've been naughty little buggers anyway. Have a lump of coal. And when you've been better behaved, maybe I'll reconsider.
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