Thursday, February 28, 2013

Day 59: A Red-Hot-Habanero Minute

Channelling Mexican senoritas today. Looks like I can just put my fashion style down to 'costume' at this stage. I have a niggling feeling it is a subtle way of my bestie encouraging me to make a fool of myself. She'll deny it. This year marks our friendship's twenty-fifth year! To celebrate our twentieth anniversary we went to Mexico (via Vegas, the Grand Canyon and El Paso). Anyone who has been to Mexico must know how how amazing it is. Such colour and smell and taste and sight and music and art and history! I'd go back in a red-hot-habanero minute. In Vegas our mission was to photograph as many casino carpets as we could—who thought carpets could be such artworks (tacky-type art? pop-art? work with me, it is art of a sort). We did the Horseshoe at the Canyon. I thought I would be okay. I usually think I am brave. But I had to get down on my hands and knees to get out onto the glass-bottomed platform. And even after I had managed to stand up, I was convinced that the centimeter gaps between plates of glass were at least twenty centimeters wide, and that they sloped down to make a fifteen centimeter dip in the surface. It was one of the only times in my life I remember hallucinating. It was the Ministry of Silly Walks each time I approached a gap. And moments that stand out in Mexico are so numerous it's hard to pick out ones to tell you. They often involved food: my vegetarian bestie luxuriating over a chicken lunch we had with a lady we had met in a square in Guadalajara—a chicken that had come barely plucked and all chicken-shaped and yellow from the local market; the best seafood lunch, with large, experimental glasses of different tequilas, after a disasterous attempt to make it to an actual brewery in Tequila within opening hours; lava rock bowls of bubbling stews; eight dollar tasting-trays of eleven types of mezcal; a bestie reduced to tears by what looked like a pickled vegetable and ended up being a habanero chili. Where would you like to go for thirty B——?

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You have heard my ramblings about Elementary. Answer me this. Why is it necessary for the American media industry to remake everything that is successful overseas in American style. It is the witching hour of weird TV now at work (5.51 am) and they have Iron Chef America on. No! It doesn't work. Iron Chef is all about the voice-over. This is my first exposure to this. It seems like parody that doesn't pull itself off. It is culture transposed. Almost culture mocked though. When the Japanese do it, with their dramatics and their Chairman and their stern, machetes Iron Chef's it is idiosyncratic; when the Americans do exactly the same thing, it is taking the piss! We did it too. We destroyed Top Gear with Top Gear Australia. I don't think these things always work by using the same formula. Their success is quirky. The formula stuff is the domain of the Idols and the Biggest Losers. When it is about character it can't be relocated. There you have it. My opinion.


The Outfit
Dress: Op-shopped
Scarf: Borrowed
Earrings: Cheap and cheerful jewellery store somewhere
Shoes: Irregular Choice 'Miss Twiss'
Photographer de Jour: V——, with supervision from B——



Who wore it better?

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Wear 58: Random Spillings of the Think-Box

Is this a fashion blog? It has clothing, or, even, outfits. But they're not really fashionable. Are they? It doesn't discuss fashion except, a couple of times, as a concept. It doesn't talk beauty or trends or designers or weeks associated with Fashion with a capital 'F'. So what is it? It channels into something creative in my brain. Something to do with beautiful things maybe. And it forces me to think about what I am wearing everyday. It forces me to utilise all the things that are in my wardrobe. It pushes me over comfort barriers. I think all of these things are good for me. I think. It makes me write everyday. And come up with something to write about everyday. But what is it?

List_Addict               Irene

I cannot stop thinking about food today. I am starving. Starving. Looking at Pinterest does not help one little bit. I have two questions about all the stunning looking cakes and cupcakes on there: are they meant to be inspiration for the Everyman's foray into his or her own cake-making (because they look like you need a PhD in fondant to replicate anything similar), and, do they actually taste as good as they look. I am thinking the taste may be an anticlimax. At the minute though, I would probably just keep eating anyway.


The Outfit
Dress: Retail, a million years ago, for a Travel Industry Ball
Cardigan: Op-shopped
Necklace: Cheap and Cheerful
Shoes: Irregular Choice 'I'm in Vegas'

Photographer de Jour: B——

Who wore it better?

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Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Day 57: All Work and No Play Makes Jack a Dull Boy

Look how tiny is our Irene there. The belts that cut off the circulation to my feet almost go around her waist twice. Is her physique too much to hope for? With my current diet and exercise regime, yes! I wish the good things could lose you calories. Sleeping does burn about half a calorie per pound of weight per hour. If I slept day and night I could probably lose calories into the low thousand and something, and I wouldn't eat because I would be sleeping. That seems easier enough. And watching scary movies is a burner too. Apparently the other night's Valentines gift, Paranormal Activity, is worth about a hundred and eleven calories. The most effective, diet-wise, horror movie to watch is The Shining at a hundred and eighty-four. The jump-out-of-your-skin scary moments are the key. Imagine studying this? Differing reports show knitting burns between twenty-nine and a hundred calories an hour which should get me working on my knitting projects again—especially if it's hot and I can combine knitting and sweating. Um, eeouw! And even the normal daily cleanliness details of your life help. Brushing your teeth for two minutes: bye bye six calories, twenty-six if you stand on one leg while you do it, and a calorie a minute on evacuating your bowels (although there is a limit, physically, as to how long you can do that for). From all this it seems you loose weight by just living, so it really looks like I will have to concentrate on the in-take end of things instead. Damn!

List_Addict               Irene

I need a wardrobe malfunction to make me famous. An incredibly heavy skirt to my dress, a set of stairs and an audience of famous people and televised millions maybe. Or badly positioned chest darts. I need my malfunction to go viral on Twitter. Sometimes when I head out for a fashion shoot and people stare (paraboid much?) at my possibly unusual outfit, and my entourage, I wonder if they think 'There is that lady from Fur Earwig'. I may have to wait for my daily hit count to be slightly higher to start jumping to that conclusion. And then, like they say, I must consider what I wish for. It may be inconvenient to not be able to go anywhere without being recognized, scrutinised, hassled, adored, that sort of thing. May just try to lay low for as long as I can.

The Outfit
Dress: Op-shopped skirt
Shirt: Op-shopped
Belts: Retail
Shoes: Irregular Choice
Photographer de Jour: B——



Who wore it better?

Monday, February 25, 2013

Wear 56: Necessity Sires Invention

I have pulled something in my neck. There are a couple of ways I may have done this. It may be the rather silly posing. Maybe it is cold air-conditioner borrowed from the V—— over the last couple of nights blowing onto an exposed sleeping neck. It could be the rapid double-take I am prone to make when someone says something silly—and I am way surrounded by silly! It may be a super-cell stress storm in my neck. It could be old age. Perhaps it is paranoid over-the-shoulder checking after watching horror movies over the weekend. And then there is also the possibility it was avoiding sandflies on Saturday after the last sandfly incident in which I nearly lost an arm. Okay, that may be an exaggeration. Whatever the cause, it has me shattered and as a result I am unable to write a single word here. At all. And instead must leave you with day two of the LBD in photos only, and go to my lovely, waiting, fluff-cloud of a bed.

Irene               List_Addict

Before I do. I have my black dress week planned for the most part, but some dresses are more skirts worn high than dresses per se. This is a little black skress. It works okay. Unless you walk or raise your arm too high. But then again, I am walking nowhere in those shoes. They were one of my more spur-of-the-moment, impulse buys (what!) and I didn't realise they were quite so chunky. But the peacock feathers do tend to detract the eye a little from their clumpiness. A little? Don't you think? Sweet dreams bloggers and blogees. I am so excited I won't be able to sleep for the pure joy of the idea of sleeping.


The Outfit
Skress: Hand-me-down black skirt worn as an asymetrical off-the-shoulder dress
Tights: Retail
Earrings: Cheap and cheerful jewellery store somewhere
Shoes: Irregular Choice 'Best of All'
Photographer de Jour: Me (no exclamation mark even though I feel exclaimed by the daunting act of self-photographing myself)



Who wore it better?

Getting linky today with:
Thrifters Anonymous

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Sunday, February 24, 2013

Wear 55: All The Way With LBD!

This is the start of another themed week. Although I may not last that long. Or, rather, last without repeating. The Little Black Dress is supposed to be that staple of the wardrobe that can be simple and classic enough to last a number of seasons and versatile enough to be dressed up, down or sideways for a plethora of different looks and occasions. So theoretically I should only need one. Turns out, in my usual excessive way, I have a few. There are possibly not seven of them. And the following words may not apply to them: 'little', 'simple', 'classic' or 'versatile'. But they are black. Let me see what I can do with them this week. If you have a favourite picture of yourself in your little black dress, leave a link in the comments: I'd love to see it.

Irene               List_Addict

My nephews' cubby house provided today's backdrop. Those are them below. Rambunctious little rascals! BBQ dinner at D—— and P——'s. (Isn't it odd that all my friends' initials rhyme with 'ee'.)(Except for the one's that don't.) It was divine: boerewors cooked spiralling, satay Thai chicken, crusty bread and butter, potato and rocket salad, and a thai greens and tomato salad with mint and coriander and a delicious Thai dressing. A couple of cool fruity ciders for me, beers otherwise all around as we sat in the buzzing dusk and listened to the neighbours piano practise on one side and yappy dog on the other. Coffee, and walnut and pecan pie with thickened cream, during Elementary to end the evening. Yum. Great night.


The Outfit
Dress: Myers
Poncho: op-shopped
Shoes: Retail
Photographer de Jour: V——



Who wore it better?

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Saturday, February 23, 2013

Day 54: Day-Tripping

Last minute decision over a very late breakfast: Let's take Lollii down to Fairhaven for a run. No better way to combat the warmness than with a sea breeze. It is always four or five degrees cooler down there. She was insatiable. And what a good surfer. She leapt over waves on the way in and used them to ride back out. Clever girl. But it's that fine line. No, the other one. Where you know it is probably too much but she keeps bringing the ball back and dropping it at your feet. We were having some dinner outside a cafe in Anglesea. They had doggy bowls full of water. I got her some dog food and V—— gave her a bit of his flathead. She started drinking and drinking and drinking. It seemed a lot. I figured she was salty-watered out. Then, in front of everyone at the cafe she threw up all the water, the dog food and the flathead. Ah. Awkward.

List_Addict               Irene

But she is all good now. Full return of appetite if the hot breathing and drooling on me while I have been snacking is anything to go by. I think she will sleep for a week. And there is a little part of me that preferred scooping up lumps from a sidewalk over doing the same from the back of V——'s car. It was funny though, she threw up just after a barrage of abuse an inebriated man who had been admiring her gave me when he found out what her name was. Dare to question the name Lollipop do you? Smite you down with vomit unbeliever! It was a handy way to get out of that conversation.


The Outfit
Bikini: Siren's Swimwear
Top: retail, and put into the wet clothing pile and left in V——'s car so that Irene wasn't then able to wear it (just means she gets to show off the bikini better, even if she is not chesty enough to fill it)
Skirt: Op-shopped
Photographer de Jour: V——



Who wore it better?

Friday, February 22, 2013

Day 53: I'll Never Te-e-ell

Miracle. I just wore my outfit de jour to dinner. As the shoot approaches each day, I madly search for an outfit to wear. I choose something eventually, hopefully, and then look for a little extra za-za-ping to step it up a little way from ordinary. Today, for example, I added the socks. It is usually something a little out of my comfort zone. I was just recently prattling away on The Sartorialist about my love for socks and shoes being tempered by my thinking I look silly. So when it came to dinner time I didn't wear the socks (do you need me to go into my issues with the weather again? really?) but the rest was go-for-launch, extremely short skirt and all. The more usual thing is to drop back into the comfy clothes, like this, or this. Part of the point of this whole experiment should be to get me out in the street wearing what I wear on the net. Isn't it silly that I am more nervous to wear it down to my local shops than I am to put it up for the world to see. Maybe it is because I know that more people will actually see me on the street—the internet is actually to big to see anything, if you know what I mean.

Irene               List_Addict

Remember I told you I got Paranormal Activity 4 for Valentine's Day? We watched it this evening. Why do I keep doing that? You sit through each vignette knowing exactly how they are setting you up for a terrible fright. It is like voluntarily going to the dentist and then waiting there, in the waiting room, as if that is a rational and normal thing to do—waiting for horror to happen. The suspense is in knowing there is suspence. It is meta-horror. Now we can spend the rest of the evening looking over our shoulders in case Katie is standing behind us, watching us. Great idea.


The Outfit
Top: Ishka, back when the shirring was tight
Skirt: A fancy little shop in Kuta, Bali
Shoes: Irregular Choice 'Fresh Cut Grass'
Photographer de Jour: V——



Who wore it better?

Getting the link on today with:

Kelly from Messy Dirty Hair | Lindsey from Peace Love Sequins

Thursday, February 21, 2013

Wear 52: Nothing Practical, Nothing Useful

It is disorientating to see well known TV characters out of context. There is the Fonze now, in a suit, being interrogated by the mathematically inclined FBI investigators of Numb3rs. Earlier tonight House was investigating the weird diseases of Riley from Buffy the Vampire Slayer (although he still worked for the government in a military capacity). I always thought, in writing and creating a fictional world, the essential thing was to create a believable one—even if it is completely surreal. The latter just takes more work, in the syle of JRR Tolkien for example. Numb3rs and House do push the believable barrier a bit—the more so because a hospital and a FBI crime unit that, like all crime units, deals with one, for the most part ultimately solvable, case at a time, are usually closer to reality. We have no orcs, fairies, time-travel or telekinesis to deal with after all. But it is almost easier to believe in the tree houses of Lothlorien (okay, yeah, I just want to believe in them), than it is to believe that you can solve a murder with adjacency matrices of manipulable graphs. No, I have no idea what that means either. And as for House, surely no one can make everyone so much sicker before making them better, especially in the States, without far more litigation commencing. So a double whammy: displaced characters, unrealistic worlds. Don't get me wrong. I'll happily zombify in front of either, but there was always something a little weird and maybe that explains it. Or not.

List_Addict              Irene

Warning: I will be whining for the next six days due to the weather. Again. There will also be tantrums and hissy-fits; often simultaneously. I will be irrational. I'll want every fashion shoot to be in loose clothing over bathers (um, oops, used that today and that wasn't even one of the six, damn!). I don't think this is allowable. I made a contract with the universe to stay in Melbourne, in part on account of the weather (liar! I'd live in any of sixty way colder places at the drop of a hat if I could get a visa and take Lollii)(and B—— and V——). But regardless, they can't start mucking around with the weather like this. We are degrees and degrees away from the equatorial regions. This is not on. I am sure I am in the union. What is being done? Does anyone know who the rep is?


The Outfit
Top: Op-shopped
Bathers: Thai Stall
Shoes: Balinese Stall

Photographer de Jour: V——

Who wore it better?

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Day 51: On the Indeterminable Nature of Time

It is getting increasingly difficult to do 'new' every day. I do, on the other hand, feel almost ashamed that fifty-one days in I still haven't repeated an item of clothing, and have only repeated my bare feet or thongs/flip-flops in the shoe department. It is almost obscene. In a way, as the 'new' options dwindle, I am getting excited about being forced to use items again in more interesting combinations. I was spying on the Sartorialist today: spying, drooling, coveting—I can't narrow down the right verb. They were showing the Anna Sui Fall Collection. It is stunning beyond belief. I hate to say it, but if I cant find enough pattern in my wardrobe to emulate some of these looks, I will have to go on the op-shopping warpath to further clothing ownership, despite everything I just said. In a way I feel that op-shopping is not about consumption so much as it is about moving existing items round through different people's wardrobes. Two things come to mind from that statement: one, wow! good attempt at justification, and, two, maybe, if one of you likes something (within limits, shoes excluded as it would be like giving away your children) I have already worn, maybe we could swap items around to see what we can do with each other's items. Just an idea.

Irene               List_Addict

And p.s: I wore my tie before I saw this. See, told you I was so far behind in fashion that I am actually in front.

Which reminds me about the nature of time. How can you go back in time if you don't know which direction time goes in?


The Outfit
Dress: Op-shopped
Cardigan: Op-shopped
Tie: Op-shopped
Shoes: Hand-Me-Downs from my Mum. Could technically have been pinched. Original, awesome seventies suede boots!

Photographer de Jour: V—— (no exclamation mark)

Who wore it better?

Getting linky today with:

pleated poppy




Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Day 50: What is Black and White and Read All Over?

A newspaper. A zebra with an 'I Love Lucy' wig on. Today's content is inspired by Running in Stilettos's one-off link-up (see below)

I'm the kinda girl who ...


... believes everyone has interesting quirks (just takes longer to find some than others)


... buys amazing shoes because you don't have to be a supermodel to fit into them


... appreciates that a sky is empty without clouds


... is socially inept


... thinks dessert should come first because you never want to not be able to fit it in


... is walking from one end of the UK to the other, in stages


... has her heart broken daily by how beautiful a dog's love is (even if it is from our strange Lollii)


... is exceptionally lucky to be, have and know what she does


... took way too long to realise that what other people think does not matter


List_Addict              Irene

... takes Scrabble seriously, but only to become better


... would like to have her belief in ghosts confirmed, maybe?


... pays too much (critical) attention to the ridiculous things people say (accidently?)


... forgot to learn how to wear make-up or style her hair


... has an obsessive personality


... may not have quite grown up yet


... has a million books to read before she looses her mind


... considers lettuce, cucumber, celery and watermelon to be solid water


... thinks it's all weird, but likes it anyway



The Outfit
Shirt: Op-shopped
Singlet: Target
Skirt: Op-shopped
Shoes: Irregular Choice 'Abigail's Party'

Photographer de Jour: Me!

Who wore it better?

Getting linky with:
STYLELIXIR Style Sessions


Monday, February 18, 2013

Day 49: Grand Designs

Do you like a coloured front door? Bright and contrasting with the rest of the property. Glossy enamel, hard and shiny. It seems to me quintessentially English. Ten Downing Street. I believe I was born to be stylistically British. Oh, except like the stylishly stylistic British, not the ones you see on either Snog, Marry, Avoid, or, Embarrassing Bodies. I envisage a meeting between punk and stone Cornwallian cottage. It seems, when you see them, that lots of amazing British homes have this honest opulence about them. As if, unlike more minimalistic design, they display their hearts. B—— read an opinion which stated that much of the interior design we see around is aimed at re-sale—people decorate and live clutterless lives on the premise that they may, at any given moment, have to show their property for sale. We aim for the banality of magazine covers, Pinterest pins or hotel rooms. We manufacture a distance and a non-attachment to 'stuff'. Don't get me wrong. I am not advocating that other television milestone, Hoarders, but bring back a bit of personality I say. Although, it is probably like everything else aesthetic in this modern era: we think ours is the only place filled with memories and pieces and can't-do-withouts. But we harshly judge ourselves in comparison to an imagined 'other' that is filtered through what we see in media. We imagine other people's homes as Vogue spreads, but they more than likely look as chaotic as ours. If that was the case though, why would people get a little (or bigger than little) shock when they come into our lovingly ecclectic home? Personally I find our interior charming, even if a little bit of a dust-nightmare!

Irene               List_Addict

My non-coloured and non-shiny, even non-enamelled, front door is open tonight in the deluded hope of a breeze. On the air is the smell of smoke, and if I were to look north-west I would possibly see the glow of the fires that came so close today. My thoughts for those helping and struggling with those. In another example of establishing distance, the word 'bush' in bush fire always seems to make them feel more removed. It is a rude reminder of reality to have the latest fires jumping through what is essentially suburbia and not that mythical other-place, the 'bush'. Hopefully the change of wind does good in the next few hours rather than bad. Value everthing that you have that is immaterial. It is your only guarantee.


The Outfit
Top: Op-shopped
Singlet: Traget
Denim Shorts: Target
Shoes: Irregular Choice 'Whoopi' (The thongs/flip-flops are there to prove that I don't saunter out to shoots far from home in my ridiculous heels even though I should be practising despite possible permanent leg damage)

Photographer de Jour: B——


Who wore it better? Getting linky today with:
Thrifters Anonymous

and
Join us! Click the Spotlight

and
stillbeingmolly

Sunday, February 17, 2013

Wear 48: I Go Out Walking After Dark and Reminiscing

I learned a new word today. It snuck itself into The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. Yay, for kindle and instant meaning gratification. Exiguous. It means very small in size or amount. In a sentence: The volume of my love for this weather is the very opposite of exiguous. This is the weather that is going to start to make people do more than usual horrid things. This is the weather that increases the visible gap between the haves and the have-nots where what is had is an air-conditioner. It isn't healthy. And I am not just talking about mould. Although it is good for washing, stiff, bend-me-and-I'll-break washing. It is the weather of sepia coloured memories too. Of summers past. Of the smell of burnt chocolate and orange Prima when we emigrated. Of grass so dry it is like walking on splinters. Of towels on hot leather car seats. And it always ends with large, dusty, slow falling raindrops smacking the pavement. Oh, roll on those raindrops. I cannot wait.

List_Addict               Irene

Working shifts makes it hard to remember things like weekends, public holidays and post- and ante meridiems. You can only tell if those thing occur by two things: the number of people around when you venture, eventually, outside of your house (more on weekends, fewer on weekdays), and, your wages (more if you just worked one, less if you didn't). It would be bizarre to go back to only having those two days off every week. And the inevitable moaning Sunday night as Monday morning looms large and spoil-sport-ery in the near future. But enough talk. Today we co-incide again and Monday moaning looms for me too. I love my alarm clock and its passive-aggressive honesty. I have just set it and it has let me know that the alarm is set for five hours and fourteen minutes from now. And there is food prep, showering, bedtime coffee and reading still to happen. I leave you. Hope you had a fabulous weekend!


The Outfit
Dress: Retail, at least a thousand years ago
Shirt: Op-shopped on our most recent trip
Bracelets: Cheap and cheerful jewellery store evrywhere
Hat: K-Mart, Tamworth, during the Country Music Festival
Photographer: B——


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Saturday, February 16, 2013

Day 47: Blue and Green Should Never Be Out In Public Together

Why? You'll have to tell me. My internet is all used up with five days to go until the next billing round so I can't Google, I can't look at all your blogs, I can't find a link-up for Saturdays, I can't research and I can't start trying supermarket shopping on-line. It isn't one of those plans that just stops all access. No, it is much more torturous than that. It gives you the internet at the speed of slugs. You keep trying to do stuff and the little whirly bits go round and round but the only thing that happens is your head hitting the keyboard in a repeated bashing action. Five days is eternity. It makes me almost—just almost, not all the way—glad to be going in to work tomorrow. It is sad.

Irene               List_Addict

This heat wave is killing me. I haven't been able to do anything because moving results in rivers of sweat. Or rivers of glowing if I want to seem more feminine. Can you believe I haven't even been cool enough yet to try on my new purchases. Well, except for three things, one of which features in today's shoot. Normally, when we go to Savers we find a spot in the furniture department where there is a mirrored cupboard or a sofa we can prop a mirror up onto, and then we try things on over and under what we are already wearing. It makes trying-on more fun. I don't do changing rooms. They're small and crowded and hot and their mirrors are conspiratorial. As a result, yesterday's foray into small op-shops with no furniture department (and no trolleys, can you believe it) meant that it was buy before you try. The other two items have already been relegated to the lose-a-bit-of-weight boxes. The rest, we'll have to wait and see. It is apparently going to get cooler sometime next millenium! Why couldn't I have been North European. I'd take northern Russia even. Or a yurt somewhere. Then I possibly may not even know what the internet is. That would be good: chilly and chilled.


The Outfit
Top: Op-shopped (on yesterday's trip)
Skirt: Retail, from one of those shops that sells all sorts of prom and black-tie outfits
Necklace: Cheap and cheerful jewellery store somewhere
Shoes: Irregular Choice 'Love Bug'
Photographer de Jour: B——



Who wore it better?

Friday, February 15, 2013

Day 46: Now That Was Productive.

It started slow. At the Senior's Op Shop I only managed a pair of (slightly over-priced) knitting needles. They had a couple of things that were lovely, even slightly unusual (because the unusual was all I was after today), but it was the old dilemma: not unusual enough to pay twenty dollars for something that is just to be bought because it is unusual. You know that dilemma. The Salvos On High St, Kew was next. A great disappointment. There is a core element to thrifting which says there needs to be the sense of getting a bargain. This, above and beyond the fact that you stop things going to landfill, slow (in some miniscule way) the production of new ess, aitch, one, tee, and land yourself unique and characterful pieces distinct from the monotony of retail. And I understand that for charities this is business. But fifeteen, twenty, thirty dollars for recycled, not vintage, not haute couture, clothing and shoes is borderline too much. The occasional piece justifiably priced that way is okay when there are bargains to be had in other parts of the store, but for your feedback Salvos in High St, Kew, it put me off you altogether. I am not stingey with my recycling budget—quite the opposite—but I'll go where I feel like I am not being exploited.

The spirits were down so we had coffee. And then the Epilepsy shop made it all okay again. Fabulous items, reasonable prices, steamy changing rooms and witty banter with the volunteers, and we were on our way with three or four pieces each. St Vinnies worked a charm. And they even had one piece in the unusual category that did warrant a twenty dollar price tag (stay tuned). The shop where B—— volunteers, the Mental Illness Fellowship, was great and I even picked up a pair of badmington racquets and a set of shuttlecocks for $4.50 as a pesent for V—— for lending us his car. Lastly and exhaustedly leastly, the MS Op-Shop had some unusual things for fifty percent off. End result: about sixteen or seventeen items for a hundred and fifty dollars. You cannot be unhappy with that. And I even went down the extremely scary second-hand shoes path—eek! Now just have to wash, dry and squeeze all these items into my cupboard, somehow.

Irene               List_Addict

And then I went out with the girls for drinks and dinner. It was quite girl themed: Madame Brussel's, Mrs Parma's and Chloe's at Young and Jacksons (well the Cider Bar actually). I have had way too much to drink, far too much to eat and a lot of fun and laughter. Kindest thanks to S—— (give me the go ahead and I will change this to full name if you prefer not to have the anonymity of em dashes), my guest photographer de jour and all the girls for their patience, and mocking laughter, buring the shoot in China Town between venues. End result: Shattered and so looking forward to my bed. Bed. I heart you!


The Outfit
Dress: Op-shopped (one of my favourite op-shopped items ever)
Cardigan: Op-shopped (one of my favourite cardigans ever)
Shoes: Irregular Choice 'Felt Attack' (one of my favourite pairs ever)
Photographer de Jour: S——



Who wore it better?

Linking in today with:

Kelly from Messy Dirty Hair | Lindsey from Peace Love Sequins

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Day 45: In Preparation

At midnight the messengers of Cupid came around the control room floor (sounds exciting you say, what does she, or they, control? Answer? The short one? Chaos. But maybe not well) and left valentines cards for everyone with an egg (caramel). Then the Significant Other gave me my present (unexpected). A copy of Paranormal Activity Four. Romantic? We can be scared witless together by small children rocking in the corner of a yard as a clock counts through the night. And then I thought it was all over. Ten past midnight. But it turns out Valentines Day goes all day.

List_Addict               Irene

I slept through most of it, and now I am getting ready for tomorrow. Op-shop outing! Translation: Thrift store outing! OMG. So excited. I have so far found one thing that I am maybe done with, and can take back to donate. I then only have to find room for three bizillion, four hundred and eighty two gridillion, seven hundred .... etc things that I find tomorrow to come home and be my new clothing friends. The math will not work, but this is no time for logic, my brain is too full of excitement. I have been quite thorough in my clearing process and have rediscovered some amazing things waiting for my imminent weight loss. You've heard me prattle on about this before, I am sure. But this time I am contractually bound to succeed. Pfffft! Oops, spat out my cordial saying that. Oops. Is cordial allowed on the contract? It was in the house prior to the signing of the agreement so I would say yes. I am just not allowed to purchase any new bad stuff. And I didn't have pastries at the end of my buffet breakfast this morning. And even the local take-out is assisting. When I got my meal tonight (very romantic take-out for one for dinner on this most special of days; yeah, I know, but I am allergic to supermarket shopping and so often forget to do it), they didn't include any prawn crackers. According to the calorie counter that has saved me four hundred calories. Thanks Cafe Ho Chi Minh!

Wish us luck! I am doing this for you. I don't want to have to repeat an outfit. It is pure selflessness. Oops, there goes the cordial again.


The Outfit
Singlet: Target
Bed Jacket: op-shopped
Skirt: Handed-Up from my Sis
Black Heart: Handmade
Shoes: Irregular Choice 'Oh Matron'
Photographer: B——



Who wore it better?

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Day 44: How Would You Like Your Eggs in the Morning?

What do you think would be the worst job in the world? People do suggest things like wait staff (I used to have nightmares where I couldn't remember orders and had to write them down on my pyjamas when I was a waitress. Was quite bad.) or dishwasher (You have to work with chefs and they sometimes throw things at you. Like tongs, or hot chicken wings. Experience.) What was really funny on the web site I was looking at about this was that below each 'worst job', the content-based internet advertising was coming up with jobs in that category. So you look up 'worst jobs' and then decide to apply for one? Umm, okay, that seems like it makes sense. I am watching that guy on Dirty Jobs and he is in a factory where their main ingredient is anything onion related. That would be hard on the eyes. Another site quoted clean up crew in the Japanese nuclear plant, head chef to Kim Jon Il, and, Kofi Annan's position as envoy to Syria. On paper, yes, these are probably statistically horrid jobs if you look at pay, stress, physical exertion and likelihood of employment. But what about just pure grossness. Like cleaning out septic tanks or clearing up road kill or massaging people's feet. Does that make you feel better about your job?

Irene               List_Addict

We went to buffet breaky this morning after work. It was like being on holidays in your own city. But there was quite an unusual (I thought) practise happening at the next table. They had one of those egg stations where they prepare fresh eggs rather than the stuff that sits in the Bain Marie. The egg lady made this guy, a regular, a couple of boiled eggs and popped them down with a bottle of Tabasco sauce. He lavished the eggs with it. Unusual combo, no? May have to try it, but it seems a little too close to putting ketchup on eggs—a thing as close to gross as some of those jobs we were talking about.


The Outfit
Shirt: Target
Vest: Op-shopped
Skirt: Op-shopped
Necklace: Cheap and cheerful shop somewhere
Bracelet: Swatch
Shoes: Irregular Choice

Photographer de Jour: B——

Who wore it better?

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