Quantcast

Thursday, January 31, 2013

Day 31: Rain Ends the Month

It is a blessing to have rain right here where I am, but not in much of the state or the country. This part of the year seems increasingly to be bringing disaster. I don't know if it is 'cyclic' but it certainly does appear to be getting worse. We're in cuckoo-land if we deny that human involvement isn't a factor. But I get a little tired of it always falling to the individual to make a difference. We are barraged with guilt-inducing ways in which our daily habits debilitate the planet. Yes, they do. We use too much energy and fuel and non-renewable resources, we purchase things that are over-produced and over-packaged and cheap. But it seems to me that no-one ever holds big-business as accountable in all this. We are enticed to be consumers because consuming keeps big-business in business. In a way the solution is for things to be more expensive. People would buy less. Companies would produce less and therefore emissions would be lower. But then they would need fewer employees, and the unemployed would have to buy things for more with no wages. That doesn't work. We've dug a hole I am not sure anyone knows how to get out of. Packaging is the same. Why couldn't we go back to big tubs of items that you fill yourself. It works for some items. Why couldn't we do it for sugar and flour and cereal and washing detergent? But there go factories and factories of people who make packaging products, and a whole bunch more people who fill tiny packets of things into larger packets, and then more people who put those in boxes. Maybe the damn guilt-producers and Gandhi are both right. You, the one and only little, individual, you, have to be the change you want to see after all. Buy local, spend more on quality rather than quantity (op-shopping excluded). I don't think it will make a hell of a lot of a difference, but it would be right to do. I just don't want some sanctamonious corporation telling me I have to when there are way bigger fish they could go after. Mini rant from nowhere, over and out!

Irene               List_Addict

When I sat down to write I planned to say it had already been a month since this blog began. But I felt bad boasting about not repeating a single outfit item, when so many people are having a really bad time with all this fire and flooding (like those two should be happening simultaneously). I feel guilty for my consumerism. I feel guilty for my upcoming holiday. But then I get mad because I feel guilty when really, in the scheme of things, I am small fry. I don't drive, I don't always even use public transport. I op-shop most of my clothing—shoes and underwear are my main exceptions. I recycle, I turn off lights and I usually freeze in winter rather than popping on the portable heater, and boil in summer rather than getting air conditioning and our water consumption per person is below the benchmark. But still I feel guilty, and it is because we are made to feel that way. And I don't think Ford or Nike or Apple are. My opinion, of course. By the way, I also started off planning to say thank you to all of you for listening to my rants for the last month, and for visiting. In one month I have surpassed the number of visits that the whole of last year's blog had and I have only you to thank!! I hope you stay around. Xxx


The Outfit
Dress: Op-shopped
Top: retail and cheap (I am evil!)
Belts: Retail (see)
Badge: Handmade in B—— and my badge-making sweatshop
Shoes: Irregular Choice 'Bowtiful' (they're Vegan if that helps?)


Who wore it better?

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Day 30: Do You Wonder If You're On Google Maps

An odd vehicle drove past on the sidewalk this afternoon as we were having an incredibly late lunch (five-thirty). It was dune-buggy-esque. With a man in full working-man fluro attire, including hooded type arrangement, aboard. On the front and back of the odd vehicle were CCTV-like cameras, two to an end. I really hope it wasn't the Google Maps man, because the street-view of Dundas Place, Albert Part, will include a still of V—— and I; with me stuffing my face with a very strange Thai flavoured* fish as I worked out how I so horribly miscalculated the cost of the upcoming Vietnam holiday, while simultaneously wondering WTF this crazy looking lawnmower-with-cameras was doing! The late lunch and the recalculating of miscalculations were the result of spending two and a half hours in a travel agency, with the company's newest employee, trying to see if they could do us a deal as good as the one I had worked out. My deal was so awesome! They just couldn't get near it, which was really perculiar as their airfare was four hundred dollars cheaper. I've got it sussed now. There is dissension in the ranks at Home. What's your call? Two weeks Vietnam, five cities or towns to be visited, a couple of over-40's travellers: back-pack or flash-pack? And when I say flash, I mean flashy! I say eat street food, scrounge through markets, boldy dance with mopeds at every road crossing, crawl through claustrophobic tunnels and come home in the evening to a marble bath and a daiquiri. Am I thinking this wrong?

* Flavoured in the way a lime milkshake is flavoured like a lime—aaah, it's not.

List_Addict               Irene

We searched Google Maps street-view today (no, not to see if there was a picture of me at the fish and chip shop) for places from our childhood. A house I lived in when I was about five or six is still there. It looks almost the same, except for new plants and maybe new tiles on the roof. It was the one where our dog got out of two sets of gates and bit someone. We were told, when they took him to the vet for the unfortunate result of something like that, that a man with a big farm had taken him away where he wouldn't hurt anyone and so he didn't have to be put down after all. I am sure that was to save our broken hearts, but when we found out years later that it was all a furphy we cried as hard as we would have done at the time. Better memories, or other memories rather, include a swan living on our pool for a while, walking home from school with diarroeah, not going to a party because I got chicken pox, and watching the Concorde go over and 'pop' from the garden. Isn't it funny what we remember?


The Outfit
Skirt: Op-shopped
Top: Op-shopped
Cardigan: Op-shopped
Necklace: Borrowed
Shoes: Irregular Choice 'Patty'


Who wore it better?

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Day 29: Home

I have a theory regarding relationships that goes like this: the best way to 'eff' them up is to live together. I held it mainly in regards to romantic relations. But I think it refers to all the relationships we have—lovers, family, friends, room-mates. It would be an environmental nightmare, but socially I think we would all get on better if we lived alone. You're too close to things when you have no way of stepping out of them. You forget that total exposure means seeing the good and the bad of people. And people need a space where they can have their bad: the blue, the tired, the slovenly, the fed-up. Human nature kicks in, then, with its selective memory, and the bad seems so much to outweigh the good. We forget moments where home is enjoyable. Early morning conversations, walks, cups of tea, caustic (but always constructive, of course) criticism of dance, singing, cooking, modelling or english teeth. The lack or scarcity of external, organised events tends to negate moments of nowness that are rich in themselves. It is maybe easier to be beatific with people when we don't see them all the time. Familiarity has weight, where the novelty of even a little absence is more enlivening.

Irene               List_Addict

But we do live with people. And we build enormous, complicated histories with them. I don't know how you introduce the lightness of space back into those relationships. 'Date Night' type scenarios seem to feel more obligatory than joyous and spontaneous. And times and schedules and habit make for so few opportunities for them at any rate. Nearly three hours it has taken for me to get to this point. I can't get my head around a solution. Solutions are not always the solution anyway. Now it's getting noisy out there. Time to go back to sleep and block it all out.


The Outfit
Dress: had for so long I can't recall where it is from
Jacket: Op-shopped
Necklace: cheap and cheerful jewellery store somewhere
Shoes: Irregular Choice 'Ice Cream Honey'


Who wore it better?

Monday, January 28, 2013

Day 28: These Shoes Were Made For Walking

Of all the shoes I have, believe it or not, these are one of the best pairs for actually walking in. I know that is the point of shoes, but shoes usually have two points. A left point and a right point. Or the walking point and the looking good point. How does Sarah Jessica manage to do both? Run around, literally, in towering and beautiful shoes. She is my hero.

List_Addict               Irene

It's Visible Monday. What it means to Patti, the hostess, is a place for people to post themselves wearing things that make them feel confident and visible. This dress is one of my favourites because it is a story. You can't really see them but there are 401 sequins sewn onto 401 of the dots on the dress—one for each kilometer I walked on the second leg of my Land's End to John O'Groats walk (ongoing). The dress has been well-worn but is hard to give up on, as are, I think, a lot of the clothes we take on important trips. They are holders of memory and happiness. The exception to this rule are the hiking boots. Yes they may be comfy, blister-less and sturdy, but they are so dead ugly that I even have trouble putting them in amongst the other flowers. They sit out on the balcony waiting for a time when walking again becomes more important than looking fabulous. Feet-wise at least.


The Outfit
Dress: Handmade by me, I mean seriously handmade, no sewing machines used
Cardigan: Op-shopped
Tights: Retail
Shoes: Irregular Choice 'Magic Pony', again one of my favourites, those are little pink rabbits on AstroTurf at the front, as you expect


Linking in today to: Not Dead Yet Style, still being [Molly], and, Plane Pretty for their celebrations of our online communities.

Who wore it better?

Sunday, January 27, 2013

Day 27: Have You Met Lollii?

In the absence of exciting outfit details or a clear picture of my shoes (both due to my deciding to wear slightly sensible clothing for once, and no, I am not trying to one-up Irene, she said she was too warm for a cardi, honest!), I have, crazy-dog-lady-like, added lots of photos of Lollii. Other bloggers do it. Often they have cats. It seems a prerequisite to me. Except for the Sartorialist. But he is too often jet-setting to be a pet-carer perhaps.

List_Addict               Irene

Lolli found her way to the RSPCA via Clayton Road. She had a good sense of stopping and sitting at road sides, and the softest feet in the universe (like she never walked on concrete, or never without some sort of shoe), but she doesn't have any idea about what actually happens on roads so it's a small miracle she survived. The owners turned up at the RSPCA and were promptly given a bill for losing her femaleness and gaining a microchip, as well as a fine for her not already having those. They said they'd be back in two days and never turned up again. We happened to be there the day she was released for adoption. I never noticed her at first. She was quiet as a pea and a staffy-mix (at that stage I believed the staffy-hype and was avoiding all dogs that had that addition). Then I happened to look at her. She was sitting there with her silly face and her crinkled up forehead, all philosophising and thoughtful. And then you know. You just know. She bounces like a gazelle when she is happy and skimpers under the bed like a ferret when it's windy or you use the griller. She loves any male that comes within sniffing distance. And they adore her. A staffy-whippet cross. She is beautiful. And that is just a too-proud mummy talking.

P.s: The hands-up motions is usually because my photographer has gone mad and wont stop shooting. It's often the photo I like best.


The Outfit
Shirt: Op-shopped
Jeans: Target
Cardigan: Op-shopped
Shoes: Alberto Piazza Outlet Store in Richmond


Who wore it better?

Saturday, January 26, 2013

Day 26: Oz Day

Blue, white and red for Oz Day. Red, black and yellow earrings for Not-Oz Day. No politics here. The steak and tongs came out only for the shoot. And it is actually Lollii's steak. Had no stubbies and a Stoly pre-mix didn't seem right, although it is an okay 'sheila' type drink. I was actually going to have bolognese but got waylaid planning a trip to Vietnam and now it's too late to bustle around in the kitchen making pasta (one am), so it'll be toast and chocolate biscuits for dinner. I am so consistantly bad at shopping that I almost don't know if I can eat any more chocolate biscuits. It is a miracle!

Irene               List_Addict

I am not sure how I am going to do this blog while I am in Vietnam. I certainly am not taking Irene (I'd have to buy her a seat on the plane being the main reason for that). I will either have to go solo, dress my travelling partner in the same clothes as a stand-in Irene, or pre-plan every outfit and take the photos prior to leaving. Opinions sought.


The Outfit
Dress: Metallicus (on sale)
Cowboy-Style Corduroy Shirt: op-shopped
Tights: Macy's Times Square
Earrings: Borrowed
Tongs and Steak: Coles
Shoes: Irregular Choice 'Spat Attack'


Who wore it better?

Friday, January 25, 2013

Day 25: The Dude Who Read

I finished the first book for 2013 today. Cold Comfort Farm by Stella Gibbons. Ninety-nine to go. At my current pace, according to Goodreads, I am five books behind my goal of a hundred books. Mmm. This may surprise some of you, but I keep an anal, oops, I mean annual account of the books I read, with little reviews, and at the end of the year I work out how my reading year compares with other years (best was 2011: 61 books; worst was 2012: 30!), and what the best and worst books of the year were (for the year just gone the best were The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle and The Hunger Games trilogy; worst, for obvious reasons, Fifty Shades of Grey, and because the author is an egomaniac, The Fell Walker). I do this on my Goodreads account, and just in case the digital world melts all its memory somewhere in a massive storage system in New Mexico, I also have a hard copy. You're right, anal is the correct word.

Irene               List_Addict

Why stop there? I'll explain the 'pile' too. Well, two piles and a bookcase actually. On the 'reading pile' there are fifteen books, plus The Book Of Secrets (read as I write blank page, clean slate, open book), and a book at work in case I ever have a spare moment of something other than sheer panic, and use it to read. At the commencement of the 'reading cycle' I order the books: closest to finished through to longest to finish. Then I alternately, at each reading opportunity, read from the closest and the next in the pile until the closest is finished. Are you following? When the closest is finished, the next 'next in the pile' becomes the main reading book and it too is cycled alternately through the whole pile. Then, it is the turn of the 'chosen' book to be the main book. For each cycle a 'chosen' book is selected by whim. Stick with me, I know it's confusing. Because I am trying to get the pile down to five real books and three virtual ones, I replenish one real book from the 'next-to-read pile' onto the 'reading pile' for every two finished real books. Once I get rid of that pile, they will come from the bookcase. Virtual books will just not be replaced until we get to fewer than three. I won't go into the selection from either the bookcase or the virtual bookcases today—I think I have taxed your logic too much already. Can you see why it is so hard to read a hundred books? Beside the blogs and the knitting and actually day-to-day living, the organisation of reading takes some time! My brain hurts.


The Outfit
T-shirt: Op-shopped
Jumper: Had it so long I can't recall where it's from but I would say retail
Pants: Primark, London (Linen for ten pounds, how do they do it so cheap—actually, don't tell me. I know, and I am ashamed.)
Scarf: Op-shopped
Gold Headband: Junky Jewellery shop somewhere
Shoes: Irregular Choice 'Miss Twiss' (one of my very favourites (nearly took me over my weight allowance bringing then home from England—they're actually wooden!))


Who wore it better?

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Day 24: Call Out to Builders, Lawyers or Just Decent Humans

I was going to rant and ask your advice about the scumbag outfit that call themselves building professionals who are working next door, especially if you, yourself, are a builder, a lawyer or just a decent human being. Today it's spurting concrete over our walls and pipes. Also, lying. When asked why they hadn't got back to us about a meeting with the arborist they wanted to organise, they stated that they had already had it, effectively before they asked if we wanted to be involved? Maybe the back-pedal was because I dropped the clause 'From the legal advice I have received ...' into the email I sent in response. Was it wrong to let them know they weren't going to walk all over me with their 'We won't be paying for anything further regarding the tree we caused to fall down' (I paraphrase of course). And why do I have to start every email to them with 'I hate to have to nag, but ...'. Do you think that if there was a 'man' in this household, we would have these same issues? Are they a continuing line of misogynists?

Oh. It turns out I did rant and rave about it.

List_Addict               Irene

I had no photographers today. They had good excuses but I think they were running from the mad (and ranting) woman in the attic. But I did discover this handy little button on my normal camera that took a photo of you if you looked at it. So I could have a semi-normal, multiple image shoot. Although sometimes I had to look at it quite closely (see above). From there it was simply down-loading the photos onto the computer, sending them to my phone on bluetooth, putting them into Diptic frames, and wi-fi'ing them to my blog. Easy. (Photographers please come back. I promise to be sane.)


The Outfit
Dress: Primark, London
T-shirt worn as a shrug: Barkins, South Wharf
Necklace: Diva, Chadstone
Shoes: Havaianas, Chester
A place-dropping kinda day


Who wore it better?

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Day 23: Eight-Teddy-Bear-Biscuits Blue

A couple of nights ago I announced I was at least eight-chocolate-teddy-bear-biscuits blue. My sweet man has been stocking me up. If I eat them all then I will have a real reason to be depressed. A more concrete one at any rate. It is human nature, but people don't like it when other people are sad. Unless it's the kind of human who gets off on misery. I think we all hold the colour spectrum in us and sometimes it is the blue that is strongest. And it doesn't really matter what causes it. At the moment I feel incapable of speaking and incapable of listening. I wish, so much, to be in the middle of the Scottish Highlands with a pack and a map and not a single human voice. Next best is my bed with books and doonas in mountain shapes and teddy-bear biscuits—at least eight of them.

List_Addict               Irene

This blog is a funk breaker. Well, it's chipping away like beaver teeth on a redwood at any rate. It is an island: like the one in the cave in Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. Okay, yes, I could have chosen a happier island. Polar-bear (sic) with me. Melodramatics! I'm a Libran after all. Will return to my more joyfully cynical writing style soon.

The Outfit
Top: op-shopped
Tights: Macy's Times Square
Hat: River Island (London)
Shoes: Dr Martens


Who wore it better?

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Day 22: Brevity

Shakespeare was on it! Clued in. About so much. Today about this:
All the world's a stage and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts ...


List_Addict               Irene

Head space messy. Parts need re-scripting. Silence is better. And hopefully normal transmissions will resume when the system is re-booted.


The Outfit
Top: Beachport General Store on a colder than expected day
Leggings: Target, absolutely indispensable merino
Shoes: Converse (possibly dodgy)


Who wore it better?

Monday, January 21, 2013

Day 21: She Wore Blue Velvet. Or Denim.

If I had more time I might hang out in forums online. People really are quite odd. It is 1:52 am and I am once again trying to find a topic to write about so I enter 'What can I write about' into Google. It gives me a list of Yahoo forums. One is 'What can I write on my boss' farewell card?'. Answer 3 is 'Good luck with the sex change'. Answer 4 is someone who needs some serious counselling and a spellchecker, hell, even a grammarchecker. No answers yet to another forum where a Leo girl is wondering how to make a Libran man commit to a relationship. She has recently discovered he is a Lord. As you do. That is not the reason she is in love with him, but she thinks may be why he is commitment-phobic. Being a Lord makes you behave differently from other Libran non-Lords apparently. And I am hanging to see the answer to the very sensible question: If dolphins are mammals, why are they fish shaped and in the sea. My answer: They just didn't bother to get out. Like the whales.

Irene               List_Addict

Two parcels came through my door today (Thanks B——). One is was for my postal-disaster bathers from Siren's swimwear. I'll explain that in a day dedicated to them soon. My yellow top (above) is from one of the pairs I bought. They happened to be half price the day I went to finally hit the 'Checkout' button and so instead of saving half the money, I bought twice the number of items. The other was from Dr Martens. My new favourites are pictured. Anyone with a great Doc Marten breaking-in technique? Maybe I'll post a forum.

Am I really posting this on the net? And even using it as my first foray over to Visible Monday at Not Dead Yet Style! Don't look at my love handles. Oh man, did that make you look? Lots of questions today. Here's hoping for some answers!!

The Outfit
Bikini Top: Siren's Swimwear
Skirt: op-shopped
Jacket: op-shopped
Necklace: Cheap and cheerful jewellery store somewhere
Shoes: Dr Martens


Who wore it better?

Sunday, January 20, 2013

Day 20: High Tea

When I look back at this blog next year, it will be like a very selective diary. From the title it would seem like I went to High Tea today. I didn't. The last High Tea I went to, which was also the first, was in Edinburgh Castle. Not bad for a first. I don't think you are supposed to eat that whole tower of stuff by yourself, but I managed. Instead, today, High Tea was the suggestion I received for what I could write about on a day when, obviously, nothing much happened.

List_Addict               Irene

Today's outfit—especially on the lovely Irene—is something I have seen four thousand times on Pinterest. Truer to the formula, I should have taken the photo in a mirror rather than the usual high level production that is the daily photoshoot. I am going to have to spice up my shoots somehow or the mirror will be all I have. My photographers are choosing to have their own life (on one side) or unhappy about the lack of location variety (on the other). Ideas taken gladly.


The Outfit
Shirt: Target
Skirt: Op-shopped
Cardigan: Op-shopped
Belt: Myers
Shoes: Irregular Choice 'Bronte'


Who wore it better?

Saturday, January 19, 2013

Day 19: With a Little Understanding, You Can Find the Perfect Blend

That growl is in the direction of the neighbours. In the direction of our tree that their build has destroyed and they refuse to pay for. In the direction of the blocked rear access that, if something terrible happened and we couldn't get out the front, would mean that we were trapped, but that they don't care about. In the direction of the three story wall going up where we had blue sky (but which is also a relief, in a way, because now the world can't look into our privacy from the lanes, and the yelling of contractors and the buzz of their radio is slightly muffled at their six-forty five starts). What we want to say to all the people involved with that site is this: If the people living in our house were your sisters or mothers or girlfriends, would you be acting this same disrespectful way? Or how would you feel about tradesmen who did the same? Stay tuned to this situation because I figure if it gets too bad then I will have to start naming names and shaming shames. That is what social media should be for, isn't it?

Irene               List_Addict

Just explaining my ridiculous hat. It is inspired by The Sartorialist. Scott, to the pleasure of some and the chagrin of others, has been posting lots of gals in silly hats on the streets of Paris and Milan. Why not Port Melbourne?


The Outfit
Top: Op-shopped
Skirt: Retail, probably Myers or similar
Necklaces: Op-shopped, cheap jewellery shopped and one that was the second ever thing I have won from the wonderful reycling and reusing blog Mich L in L.A.
Shoes: Dianna Ferrari sample store (and today they fell apart; I'll have to put that shoe-making course into practise now and fix them up!)


Who wore it better?

Friday, January 18, 2013

Day 18: Schweppervescence ... ppsshhhhhhhh!

Alright. Let's have the Jack Reacher conversation. I'm going to have to admit that, beside my reservations ... Goddamn, this is hard to say. Okay. Here it is: I think Tom did an okay job. We played the game where you work out who else could have played the part. I said Ralph Fiennes; V—— said Ray Ramano. Maybe I haven't read enough books to be eligible to make the call (one). You may have a different opinion. But it mainly gets down to height, doesn't it. When you have seen the movie let me know one thing. Is it me, or during the scene where he first walks into a bar, the one where the girl with the red lips and the curly hair talks to him, have they done something to the angle, to the other actors, to his shoes? Does he or does he not look taller than everyone there—until he gets outside again! Tell me if I am wrong.

List_Addict               Irene

The Schweppes ad at the movies is arguably one of the most beautiful things on the planet. I bought a pair of shoes because they reminded me of that ad. I'll point them out when they make it on here. I am mesmerised everytime I see it. I am susceptible to suggestion—I try a lot of 'new' products and I think I would hypnotise well. I don't necessarily want soft drink when I see this though—sorry Schweppes. But ... Oh, I can't explain. The slo-mo, the music, the laughing and the glitter. It is the cinematographer's ad maybe. Academy-worthy. Just saying.


The Outfit
Shirt: Op-shopped
Pants: PJ bottoms, completely see-thru, that I bought I-don't-know-where, I-don't-know-when and have never worn before today
Necklace: Diva, Equip or Lovisa
Shoes: Irregular Choice 'Bambino' (my favourite, favourite ever, but completely unwearable. They are like being en-pointe, they have been chewed up by Lollii and repaired and they have lost another button with me trying to force them closed over my ankle. I can't even walk to the back yard with them on. But I love them with most of my soul!)


Who wore it better?

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Day 17: Arriba, Abajo, Al Centro, Adentro

My Theory: Tennis makes the weather unbearable. If there was no Melbourne Open, then we would have a lovely mild summer rather than this thirty degrees (eighty-six for the old schoolers) of temperature at one am!! Think back to every Melbourne Open ever and what do you recall? Hot, arrogant tennis players sweating. A lot. I think it is the blueness of the court. It mucks with the stratosphere and the hot air gathered in the middle of Australia. Ban the tennis! Lets start a petition. We the undersigned ...

Irene

Irene in her hall. She's a little like Harry but she doesnt even get a cupboard under the stairs. The sign says 'The groove is the hall'. The commonly misconstrued Deee-Lite lyrics are memories of a trip to Spain. As they would be, of course.

List_Addict

No, I am holding the chair up. Above is what a flat-out twelve hour shift undertaken on a handful of nuts, a small piece of fruit cake and three coffees (two of which were simultaneous), followed by nachos, two margaritas and a Mexican coffee does to you. Okay. No excuses. I am just a cheap date.

Thank you to my lovely guest photographer, J—— for taking the challenge of todays shoot!

The Outfit
Dress: op-shopped
Jacket: op-shopped
Bracelet: Black Tourmaline. I wear it to try and make horrible things not happen on my channel. I don't think it does that, but it does make horrible things seem easier to handle. Sometimes.
Shoes: Siren Shoes


Who wore it better?

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Day 16: A Cautionary Tail

How amazing does Australia's newest animation look! A Cautionary Tail. With my favourite, favourite Cate Blanchett and the stunningly red-headed David Wenham. It's the classic exploration of whether you should change to fit in or keep what makes you unique. I haven't seen it, but I am hoping the end is all about the latter. And not only is it a good story, but it is a good story about a good story. The film was largely what their PR are cutely calling 'crowdfunded'. They raised money from the average viewer-in-advance in order to make the film. People-paying-power. They also had a pop-up Art show with videos, artwork and some of the incredibly beautiful little sets used in the making of the movie. Fund-raising websites and pop-up shops—an alternative methodology to monopolised big-business creation of Cinematic Art. Like.

Irene               List_Addict

But the reason I started talking about tails is much cruder. I have a painful coccyx and an aversion to doctors. Hence I need to get my medical advice by word of mouth. A friend (no names for soon to be revealed reasons) told me that one way of treating this is 'manipulation'. But, put it this way ... umm ... maybe an illustration would be better. No. I don't mean I'll draw a picture. Make a pinch with your thumb and forefinger. Now open it slightly and image the tail bone is between your digits. Now think about how you would get one finger on either side of your tail bone with it essentially between between the skin on your back and your, well, bowel. Yep, you got it. I'm putting up with the pain for the minute. Mmm, a cautionary tale about medical advice.


The Outfit
Dress: Vintage, op-shopped
Coat: Vintage, op-shopped
Earrings: Cheap and cheerful jewellery store somewhere
Shoes: Irregular Choice 'Hawk Eye', gifted


Who wore it better?

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Day 15: Call 911: I've Broken a Nail!

Calling an emergency line for a broken nail is beyond silly. It demonstrates a real lack of understanding about what an emergency actually is. But what about when it is your puppy's nail. When the stoic little braveheart is humbly and gently administering soothing licks to the soft quick from which her nail has been torn and which hangs painfully on like a reminder of HELL! I still didn't call the emergency line, but I should have for the three to four broken hearts that were watching her. Instead she is booked in for surgery in the morning. I don't think she knows, but she was very reluctant to enter the Vet's today when usually she clambers to get in, with thoughts of liver treats running through her mind, whenever we go past.

List_Addict               Irene

Kudos to Port Melbourne Veterinary Clinic and Hospital (that's our vet in the purple). They didn't tell me off for being late with her injections. They called her a great patient. And they will get her all fixed up tomorrow, I am sure. Our nurse-inspired outfit is for you Lollii. My sadness is mostly for your pain, but a little bit because I have to go back to work tomorrow. Irene, on the other hand, didn't allow emotion to interfere with her fashion shoot. Some may call that cold. Just saying.


The Outfit
T-shirt: Threadless
Skirt: op-shopped
Shawl: op-shopped, and no, not real!
Bag: RACV
Headband: St John's
Shoes: Irregular Choice 'Fresh Cut Grass'


Who wore it better?

Monday, January 14, 2013

Day 14: How To Plan Everything You Do Ever!

I may have told you, sometime in the two weeks since we have known each other, that I am a bit of a fan of Pinterest. Or maybe that was in my other blog. And maybe fan is not so accurate as, say, addict. But there is one thing about it that does worry me some. It offers a rather forulaic way to do everything that is a tad important in your life, and then it tries to make sure you are going to want to do that important thing in the first place so you make sure to do it exactly one of the three trillion ways Pinterest wants you to. I have a nervous suspicion that Pinterest has been put here on Earth to make us into brainless conformers. That is the little issue I have with Pinterest.

Irene               List_Addict

Don't think I am saying Pinterest has content that sets the Feminist movement back, tons. But I am only not saying it because I would feel bad if I kept looking at it. And because you would think I was a Germaine-Greer-ranting-about-everything ranter. But! This is the conversation Pinterest has with you in pictures. It says you have to lose weight. Probably not by eating cupcakes of course. Tie your long hair in a braid: braids are so 2013. Co-ordinate an outfit. Meet a man. Plan, have and particularly photograph every single uber-planned minute of an engagement, a wedding, a baby and a life. It's like when they took all the colours out of hotel rooms. Yes, the neutrals looked classy at first, but everything looked exactly the same after a while. Pinterest is making us all want to live like hotel rooms!

But it does have some great pictures of cakes, and clothes and crafts and places to go and knitting and ...

Sometimes you wake up and find you are already dressed and you can skip that part. That's what happened today. And, co-incidently, I don't have to get ready for bed tonight either. Very convenient.


The Outfit
PJs: Target
Cardigan: op-shopped
Wesley: Ikea
Mocassins: Preston Market, gifted after Lolli ate my last ones


Who wore it better?

Sunday, January 13, 2013

Wear 13: Raisins are Not Right - Especially When You Cook Them

Is food too fancy now? For lunch I had duck confit (had to ask what 'confit' meant; obviously not concentrating properly during episodes of Masterchef) with a tomato, pear, mint and Persian feta salad. Erh? How long has Persia been out of action? Like, seventy-seven years? How can they still be making feta? Just call it Iranian for goodness sake. It also came with a tangine sauce. Urm? A tangine is what you make the sauce in. Its like making a white sauce, as I sometimes do, and calling it 'the little pot with the too-thin bottom sauce'. And it doesn't tell you what ingredients are used. It had raisins. Raisins are all wrong (as Benny and Joon say: 'They had their lives stolen ... really, they're just humiliated grapes'), just like peanut butter is all wrong. The tomatoes and the pears were extemely finely sliced and piled up with a couple of sprigs of mint, some Iranian feta and a slow cooked duck leg with some raisin-and-purple-stuff sauce, cooked in a tangine, popped on top. And just to make it a little unusual, and not your normal Duck confit salad, they called it Morrocan(?) and used green tomatoes. But it was very nice, despite the humiliated grapes; just too try-hard. It's not like we were at some high-rent space in Docklands. This was the Pelican Pantry in Hastings. Although, for such a fancy meal, it was, I must say, very well priced. And, without embarrasment, I had an (adult) lime milkshake to accompany it. Adult? But no alcohol? Not sure how that works?

List_Addict               Irene

Sometimes I think I may over-analyse things. I'll have to tell you some of my observations on advertising one of these days. You'll be riveted I am sure!


The Outfit
Top Dress: Handsewn by me for The Second Installment of my Land's End to John O'Groats walk
Bottom Dress (lace): op-shopped
Cardigan: op-shopped
Tights: Target
Boots: Upcycled from a real Texas pair by Sportsgirl


Who wore it better?

Saturday, January 12, 2013

Wear 12: Riding Along on my Bicycle Honey

I rode to work on a blue bike with my skirt blowing in the wind. Old fashioned style. Skirt guards and three gears like proper non-I-want-to-be-on-the-Tour-de-France-and-wear-lycra bicycles should be. The only down side (beside being late-ish and having to rush and end up scarlet in the face for at least an hour) is that it was blue blue bike. Again! Because even though I don't want to ride like I am in the Tour de France (that is, fast, competitively or within cooee of any other cyclist), I still want the jerseys. On the way home this morning I lucked a green blue bike. Happy. It made me not even care that it was a head wind all the way home. There is one coloured blue bike for each of the Tour jerseys: yellow, white, green, and white with dots. So this morning I was the winner of the sprint category for 17.9 minutes There is also, allegedly, a red bike. Just because you have to have a red one I suppose. It is probably fast.

Irene               List_Addict

That swing of the earring you see above is probably the reason my ear lobes are now bruised. I lasted about three hours with those earring getting caught in lanyards and headphones before I gave in. On my ebay account the special matching software decided that based on my browsing history I should look at those things that slowly make an enormous lobe with a hole in the middle. Um? How does my history of looking for shoe lasts come up with that as a 'maybe you'd like these?'


The Outfit
T-shirt: Mexican Wrestling show merchandise
Jacket: Myers, very very long time ago
Skirt: Bought for a ball when I was a slave to the travel industry and one of my favourite casual clothing items since (love the juxtaposition!)
Beads and Baubles from assorted Bead and Bauble shops
Shoes: Ebayed Golf Shoes with spikes still attached (protection of shoes more important than protection of floor, naturally)


Who wore it better?

Friday, January 11, 2013

Wear 11: In Honour of Alexander McQueen

Night shift. Friday night. One day short of a full moon. I, possibly to your great joy, have not got time for many words today and so pictures are all you are getting!Phew.

List_Addict               Irene

A homage to Alexander McQueen and his red tartan periods—1995-6 and 2006-7. A little bit of steampunk mixed in. The Belt is B——'s. She stated she felt like a handmaiden helping to get it on. It was corsetry. Had to take it off to reach my shoes. Once I had re-applied its restrictive girth she then told me it wasn't centred. I think I have permanently moved one of my lungs in trying to centre it. Wow! For saying nothing I sure get a few words in. It was a puppy filled shoot today. I think she was wandering what the hell I was doing with my manga/super hero modelling inspiration. Me out.



The Outfit
Dress: op-shopped personal favourite
Tutu: Sock Dreams
Tights: Around forever
Cuff, Collar and Belt: Borrowed, bought and gifted
Boots: Dr Martens


Who wore it better?

Thursday, January 10, 2013

Wear 10: Then You Must Cut Down the Mightiest Tree in the Forest ... with a Herring!

There is an island in the middle of the broad, wide, muddy Yarra near Richmond. I didn't know. Not until my bestie (and co-iphonographer and other assorted role-keeper for this blog—all taken very seriously) signed up to be a voluntary curator of the Ceramics Victoria exhibition as part of the Herring Island Summer Arts Festival. The show is called Haven. You should go see. Selected dates from the twenty-third of March until the seventh of April. You can go in a boat. Or bring your own and row out. They don't recommend swimming. No-one does. It is the Yarra. Did I ever tell you about my dislike of the bottoms of rivers? It was a bad Rangers experience. But I digress. Mrwwrm mrrfg ma rrwfgs mfgrrs, and then msggdrt sdfd frrdwwea msrta pfreww. Wrrefs mnsj vfsr awrrsea nsmmslk ghphsfrw mns. Aswas mmnshgs sf sgttey nrwpfhf mmsa nm. And so she has to try to get some sponsorship. Oh. Oops. Looks like a hand came out and muffled my speech, effectively sensoring me as if I was saying something I oughtn't.

Irene               List_Addict

I thought, what with the power of the electronic written word and all, that I could just make a call out and see what we can do to help her. So if you are a company, or know a company, or have a company, and you would like to put some money towards prizes and awards for hard working, artistically amazing, heavily under-rated and overlooked ceramicists in exchange for street cred and exposure and, surely, your name on the brochures or programs or flyers, then let me know in the comments and I'll get my people to talk to their people, to get onto your people. And you'll probably get to go to the opening. On a boat, onto an island in the middle of a city. An island you possibly didn't even know was there. That would be cool!



The Outfit
Shirt: Howard Showers (one of few, perhaps only, designer items I own that aren't op-shopped; and how good is a 'how' repeater in a name! Like a 'ch' repeater?
Pants: I have no idea where they came from??
Necklace: Bought for a ball when I was a slave to the travel industry
Hat: Borrowed
Shoes: Irregular Choice 'Can Can' (inaugral pair in my now extensive collection)


Thanks to thinkexist.com and Monty Python for my Blog Title today :)

Who wore it better?

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Wear 9: So You Think You Can Dance, Dance, Dance

Ours is the cult of Personality. In the lift my friend told me he had voted for Irene. Indignantly I asked why‽(Note the interrobang (the symbol not showing up at the end of that question on most appliances)—a mix of question mark and exclamation mark that denotes a question asked in an excited or disbelieving way: I Wikipedia'd that explanation) Every day I think Irene looks much nicer. And her beauty and the way clothes look amazing on her does not translate adequately in film. But I get to thinking that quirkiness and story and enthusiasm—a strange, but nevertheless, existent form of 'personality'—will help me stay on top of the leaderboard. My friend essentially explained that Irene looked like a person modelling clothes should. If So You Think You Can Dance, Dance, Dance teaches us anything, apart from the inadequecies we hold in the ability to do a Grand Jeté (personally speaking that is), it is that ability doesn't matter, but personality does. Look at Cyrus. What do you mean you don't know who Cyrus is? Or should that be-‽ There are three men left in the competition to find America's Favourite Dancer. Note the word favourite, it's important. Stay with me. Favourite, not best! Two men are stunningly beautiful dancers. Exquisite even. The third is an animator/popper/robotic dancer, which is, for you who may not know, a kind of 'breakdancing' which is jerky, very quick and amazing, but no match for the breadth, skill and beauty of the other two dancers. Who does America keep? The animator. Why? Because he has personality. In bucketloads. People should vote for Irene (you don't have to take this literally, coz I get sensitive, but, you know, I am not trying to sway you one way or the other with guilt). They should vote for her because she does what she does well. I can't compete with that. But I do have daftness and in some way maybe that is my 'personality' and it will hopefully win the day for me as well as Cyrus‽

Irene               List_Addict

Sorry Irene. It is not all about winning and losing, but it is hard to do this together and not become arch-nemeses. I think nemeses, especially the arch kind, are under-rated anyway.

The theme today is Urban Jungle. Can you tell? The yellow hiking boots. The camouflage jacket. The under-cover black-ops make-up. Do you think this is becoming a costume drama rather than a fashion blog? Your input is greatly appreciated. Tell me what you'd rather see.


The Outfit
Dress: op-shopped (ex-Kmart)
Jacket: op-shopped (ex-Country Road)
Tights: gifted
Boots: Swedish Hasbeens


Who wore it better?

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Wear 8: 'Cor, Blimey!

Slightly temperamental weather out there, what? Very un-English. But a model has to do what a model's location consultant tells her to and so my Union Jack inspired outfit wandered itself out to the pier for its iphonography shoot.I lost the Union Jack pumps in favour of equally English Hunters, and the umbrella (which would have surely become inverted) to a cape (as you do). That cape has seen some fine dress-up days in its long and illustrious life in my Wardrobe. Can you wear capes too often? Reliable sources say no.

List_Addict               Irene

I think my photo is reminiscent of Edvard Munch's Scream, except in blue. Today's portfolio of photos is a montage of either brilliant modeling, or complete ridiculousness. It is a fine line. It is also a very fine belly laugh. I'm saving some of the more absurd photos for you. It'll be like when someone is voted off a reality show. I'll be crying. A beautiful and tall hostess will say nice things about me, and then I'll show you some of the development I have endured to become the model you see before you now. Um, delusional some?

Note: Visual credit for my stylist/iphonographer/location supervisor below in the bottom right corner. (Keeping my support staff sweet as 357 photo-shoots to go!)


The Outfit
Top: Primark
Jeans: Primark
Cape: Op shopped
Rings and Bracelets: Borrowed, bought and gifted
Gumboots: Hunter


Who wore it better?

Monday, January 7, 2013

Wear 7: Big, Bad Monsters and Voices

Because it was hot again, Medium-to-arguably-large Red Hiding Hood decided she would swim out to see Grandma on the pontoon in the middle of the bay. She put on her bathers, and then, because her mind is full of popular culture references, she put on a woolly jumper so she could have a photo shoot just like Marilyn Monroe did. The ground between Medium-to-arguably-large Red Hiding Hood's house and the beach is spiky and thorny and sharp, boom, boom, pokey and bristley and hot, boom, boom. So shoes were also very important. Walking outside she could see all the big, bad wolves at the building site next door. They weren't paying the least amount of attention to the oddly clad Medium-to-arguably-large Red Hiding Hood though, because they were busy ranting and yelling about the foundations being badly meshed and not level, and having to be done again. Sometimes when your enemies, like big, bad construction wolves, are upset, it is hard to not feel a little bit happy. But that's not nice, and laughing a lot about it is even meaner. You can see Medium-to-arguably-large Red Hiding Hood laughing here about the builders. And because she was laughing so much she had to have Mickey Mouse hands to hold her laughing tummy in place so all her insides didn't spill out. Her Mummy didn't approve of her behaviour and said she couldn't go to the beach after all.

List_Addict               Irene

Some people think Irene isn't getting a voice in this forum. (You do all seem to keep forgetting she doesn't actually have a mouth). I asked her what her favourite fairy tale was. She said: 'The Town Musicians of Bremen'. I asked her who her favourite designer was. She said: 'Alexander McQueen, may the all-knowing bless his good-consciousness'. She's not chatty. In some ways she is nothing more than a clothes pony. If you have any questions for her, I am happy to ask. That's all I can do. She has fingers; she could start her own blog if she had something to say!


The Outfit
Bathers: Unique Vintage
Cardigan: Op shopped
Glove: Disneyland
Boots: Sachi


Who wore it better?