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Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Day 120: Dictionary.List_Addict.Com

Elation: The emotion felt when you wake up at a time you deem to be late for the preparation of a work day, only to have the realisation dawn that's it is actually a day off.

Fright: Accompanied by a rapid rise in heart-rate and a desire to high-tail it in the other direction, this emotion is experienced, typically, when you catch a movement in you eye's corner and look up to a staring competition with a mouse sitting on your computer table.


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Disappointment: The feeling you get when the new parcel of shoes arrive and one of them is not wearable. It is exacerbated by the fact that a simple quality control check should have picked it up and so the disappointment extends to what has been my favourite shoe company to date.

Anxiety: Related to disappointment, this feeling can arise with actively imagined thoughts of a shoe company not doing 'the right thing' about a sub-standard pair and, and this is the anxious bit, having to put my bad-service/not-using-you-any-more theory into action and find an alternative, but equally radical, shoe supplier.

The Outfit
Dress: Op-shopped
Long Sleeve Top: Target (actually my thermal underwear)
Top: Op-shopped
Tights: Retail
Shoes: Iron Fist


Photographer de Jour: V2--


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Monday, April 29, 2013

Day 119: Something Nagging At Me

Check-in Day. I am not sure how it happened, but I lost another kilo. So currently it's two hundred for me and twenty-three hundred for the evil conglomerates who will get my hard earned cash for their no-good, evil ways because of my laziness and lack of will-power. Explanation? Here. I'd explain about the walks around Albert Park Lake and the badmington raquets, but I am suddenly exhausted and am having trouble making it sound exciting. The only bad thing about this whole 25 F(or) 25 is that I keep having these weird waves of exhaustion that are debilitating. Has anyone gone the (majority) cold turkey on carbs and sugars and experienced the same thing? It seems to occur more when I now do have something sweet (it is bad day today). I'm okay for a little and then bam! Road-train, wombat, middle of nowhere, splat! And then I cannot get to bed fast enough. And this is certainly not fast enough. Apologies for the 'poor me'-ness.

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I was trying to work out my reaction to something the other day. It is always an interesting exercise. I am not sure where I have gotten my rage for people who imply I am stupid from. It's common, I am sure—we all want to be treated as if we have brains. But there are some people who, when they question my intelligence, send me to anger-ville. When I was calltaking most people didn't get to me, but I remember one stuck-up snob telling me I was an idiot because an address he was giving me was not verifying on our computer. It turned out he had given me the wrong name for a road whose name changes over sections of its way. No apology for his mistake, no acknowledgement. I was steaming mad. Madder than any other time where I have been called every name under the sun. It may be because the comments come from people who perceive they are better than me. And one of the sets of people who think they are better than me that annoy me the most are culture snobs. Have you noticed there is a growing group of people who 'don't watch (or even have a) television', or, 'don't do Hollywood'. And they are vocal about it. I have no issues with people having and voicing their opinions. None at all. But, for some reason, I take their words to heart and as a questioning of my intelligence. I am proud to admit I love popular culture. But somewhere in my unconscious there must be a niggling doubt as to its worth in order for the nay-sayers to get to me. Certainly there is plenty of junk material out there, but there is also a lot of 'popular' film and television that is intelligent, challenging and more than meets the eye. And I think one thing gets missed in all the judgement. Popular culture is entertainment. Why is it so wrong to indulge in the opiate? I would rather watch murder mysteries than their equivalent in the news, current affairs and documentaries any day. Murder mysteries are solved, villians are othered, fiction is maintained and contained. The news is unsolvable and unexplainable, the perpetrators are us and those around us, edges are blurred. Many great works of popular and alternative culture also exhibit the latter traits and are powerful and thought-provoking for that. But just because some of us like to lay back and forget reality for a while, curtesy of the money machines in Hollywood (and its siblings), it doesn't mean we are lesser. We just wan to be taken away for a while. That is just my opinion. But I am not sure I have worked out what is niggling me about all this still.


The Outfit
Shirt: Op-shopped
Shorts: Jay-Jays
Tights: Retail
Necklace: CCJJSS
Shoes: Irregular Choice


Photographer de Jour: Moi


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Sunday, April 28, 2013

Day 118: Gettin' Wiggy With Ma Bros

It may seem that I have an endless amount of things to talk about from the way I manage, on most days, to put something down on this little old blog here. You may think I am just verbose or a chatterbox. But sometimes, sometimes my dear friends, I struggle to be so witty and engaging. Okay, most times. But I struggle to find topics to be unwitty and unengaging about some days, and so I am joining up today with Social Sunday becase it is a fabulous way for me to instantly get something to write about. Thanks so much Neely—you have saved me brain-strain for a day. So, to it:

Q: Did you sleepwalk as a child?
A: I don't think so. I used to avoid sleeping so that I could read. I remember being marched back to bed after finding spots to read in the night. My sister is a fabulous sleep-walker though. She changes the linens in her sleep, or just takes the whole mattress off the bed and gets back on the slats to sleep. Lots of fun when you share a bed with your hubby, I am sure. (Hope she doesn't mind me sharing. It's more excitng for me to tell her story than for me to just say 'no'.)

Q: Did you ever try to run away or sneak out of your house?
A: I remember running away down the street once when I was quite young. I tied items in a hanky on a stick like all good Huck's. But I came back before anyone noticed I had left. Those were the days when you played in the street and the difference between playing and running away was less obvious. I did sneak out of my bedroom to meet my boyfriend when I was about fifteen. And, just to include my little sis' again, she dobbed me in. They all knew about it in my family that time!

List_Addict               Irene

Q: Did you have any imaginary friends?
A: No, I am antisocial/socially inept in my imagination too.

Q:Did you ever go toilet papering?
A: Have I not explained to you my sensitive relationship to paper? And despite my answers to question two, I am actually a bit of a goodie-two-shoes. We did spend an afternoon jumping onto styrofoam boards in our pool to break them into smaller and smaller pieces. That, and writing into wet concrete once, are my only wilful damage offences. And with the pool thing we got to spend the rest of the same afternoon cleaning out balls of polystyrene from the pool with sieves. In retrospect I think it is one of the finest examples of punishment I ever saw.

Q: Did you ever sneak TV shows you weren't allowed to watch?
A: If anything, it was almost the other way around during my childhood. My mum. inadvertently I am sure, subjected me to some things I should probably not have seen or read. There was the time I thought we kids were watching a movie about Herbie the Love Bug while the adults did the seventies party thing (don't want to know). But it was a movie called Bug about giant cockroach type creatures that set people on fire. And then there was the time she borrowed Beautiful Losers for me from the library (I think I had asked for a 'romance'). Have you read it? It is a drug-trip exploration of bi-sexuality and Quebecian seperatism written in a postmodern melange of styles. It is sneak-worhy for any aspiring teenager and it was handed to me by my mother. As were other sneak-worthy novels: A Clockwork Orange (teacher) and Slaughterhouse Five (that was my mum on a trip to the library again, this time for a 'horror')


The Outfit
I am being the statue dedicated to my badmington success today
We took up badmington today: until the bat broke
Hoodie: Beachport Milk Bar, Beachport, South Australia
Shorts: K-Mart
Leggings: Are not pants; Target
Shoes (ugly; very, very ugly): Athlete's Foot


Photographer de Jour: V——


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Saturday, April 27, 2013

Day 117: Silence Is Golden

And soothing.

List_Addict               Irene

And quick.


The Outfit
Singlet Top: Op-shopped
Jacket: Op-shopped
Skirt: Op-shopped, 25 F(or) 25 item of the day
Shoes: Irregular Choice


Photographer de Jour: Moi


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Friday, April 26, 2013

Day 116: The Nesses Fluffy and Silly

It is that four in the morning time and in the tea-room the TV is on. We're at the Taronga Zoo finding out what is happening with all the animals. Can reality TV get any better? There are eight or so people in here who would say 'hell, no', but whose lack of sleep may make their judgement questionable. We have the baby cheetahs who have lost their mum and are having to be hand fed. They mew like birds, and their little feet with their tiny nails are pawing the air as if mum was still there. Both adorably cute and adorably sad. By next week they will probably take off your arm, but right now I want one. They have also been trying to mate the cameleons. If they are happy when popped in each other's cages, he and she remain resplendently coloured. But if she is 'just not that into' him, she goes black. Take one: black. And biting a brightly coloured and optimistic him in the turkey wattle. A simple change of partners got everyone colourful and now there are eggs. Wouldn't it be good if knowing a date was going to work out was as simple as seeing what colours your skin turned. They have a seal in who got bitten by a shark (eek), and lived. He has huge wounds all round him and hadn't been in the water for three weeks. They just popped him in for the first time since and he is loving it. Smiling, rolling around, rubbing his face with joy and turning somersaults. Everyone in the tea room is turning to jelly. And the last story of the day is the poor alpha male baboon who has been deemed to have made too great a contribution to the zoo's baboon gene pool, and is on the table for the removal of his manhood. Do I watch too much television? I'd love to tell you about the silliness that passes over my desk instead (these couple of days being consumed with work only, and no time for anything else), but the ridiculous things people do are so distinctive that I risk them recognising themselves (after the major assumption they read this blog) in their own absurdity. So television it is.

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Because being human, we all know, is a silly, silly thing. Do we realise quite how silly we are? Walking home in the wee small hours of the morning (anything before ten), you see all the boot-campers out and about. I think (as you can probably tell) that exercise is a daft pre-occupation. People running between very small witches hats lain up in a row, people swinging their legs too and fro while holdng onto piers, squatting (just silly all by itself). And don't get me started on running styles. I am always impressed by the odd runner who effortlessly strides past like a gazelle. But most peope look like fast ducks. We didn't do this sort of thing in the 'old days'. Like, you know, when we lived in caves. Then we just ran to get away from things that fancied us for breakfast. The world is in a freefall of silliness. At least it is entertaining. As entertaining as television.


The Outfit
T-shirt: Op-shopped (today's 25 F(or) 25 piece
Cardigan: Op-shopped
Shorts: Target
Tights: Retail
Bangles: C(heap) C(heerful) J(unk) J(ewelery) S(hop) S(omewhere)
Shoes: Dr Martens


Photographer de Jour: V——


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Thursday, April 25, 2013

Day 115: Because It Was Grassy and Wanted Wear

Finally, someone else got off their bottom and joined us up to Stadium Stomp. I have been doing an awful, awful lot of talking about it, lots and lots of walking between interested parties on the work floor, and very, very little about actually signing on the dotted line. So S—— finally sat down and took the three and a half minutes it required to set up our team: Please Don't Stair. What is a Stadium Stomp you ask? It isn't lots of people stamping their feet as accompaniment to a country band in a large arena. It is a stair climb. Hence the pun. For the last four years we have been doing the race up the stairs to the Eureka Skydeck. It is eighty-eight floors; one thousand, six hundred and eighty-eight steps and a big effort. So why not, I foolishly thought to myself, amp it up a tad. Stadium Stomp is the longest consecutive stair climb in Australia and is happening for the the first time, this year, in the iconic Melbourne Cricket Ground. The route involves alternating up and down the stairs around the ground on levels one (lovely easy gradient, 35 steps per bay) and level four (may as well scale a cliff, 83 to 108 steps per bay) before descending onto the hallowed turf for a commemorative water bottle and medal, and maybe a massage. They try to soften the blow with the word 'approximately' and then follow it with the words 'seven thousand, three hundred and forty three steps'. That is a pretty exact approximate. It is approximately seven weeks, two days, two hours and one minute until we climb. I better start training one of these days.

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Sarcasm is streaming through the loungeroom as I speak. Let me quote: 'What, you felt you needed more internet interaction'; 'Um, are there hours of unused time in your life you need to fill'. They follow my announcement that I joined a book club a couple of days ago. An online one. It is hosted by Taylor at Pink Heels Pink Truck (go on over and join if you fancy—it's under 'projects'). This was my reasoning: I was going to be reading anyway, and, it's done through twitter so I thought I may finally come to understand how twitter works. (I send off twits all the time but I have no idea of how it all works). (I know they aren't called twits). (I just find that funny). Book clubs are a way for me to release the literary analysis beast in a safe environment, and a place where I am forced to read something I may not ordinarily pick up. I better start reading one of these days.


The Outfit
Top: River Island
Jacket: Op-shopped
Cargos: Op-shopped (my 25 F(or) 25 challenge piece for today)
Shoes: Irregular Choice 'Spat Attack'


Photographer de Jour: V——


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Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Day 114: He Hasn't Ordered Chianti Yet

You may be reluctant, but I think we need to talk about Hanninbal. The TV series. Have you tried it? I was never a big one for the movies. I think I have seen The Silence of the Lambs and some, if not all, of Red Dragon. Never read any of the books (anyone know if they are worth it?) But I am quite entranced, and slightly confused, by the series. The confusion I have just cleared slightly with a quick and faith-taking perusal of the Wikipedia page for Hannibal Lecter (Character). My memory of Red Dragon was too sketchy to realise that the series appears to be based of the synopsis of that novel, the relationship between Lecter and an FBI agent, Will Graham, who has an inane ability to imaginatively inhabit the minds of serial killers and make the necessary mind-leaps to help catch them. I was thrown by the usual vision I have of Lecter which is of him incarcerated. Here he is free and frequently cooking meals consisting of organ meats of dubious origin. I have seen him described as an anti-hero. I suppose that is the way he is coming over; with all the creepiness and unease that accompanies that title.

List_Addict               Irene

But let's talk about my entrancement. Firstly, though insanely macarbe, I am finding the cinematography stunning. Or the sets. Or the combination. It is art. Art at its best in that it unesettles you with its combination of beauty and horror. And Lecter's spaces have this odd time-capsule feel; different times in different places—his office, his kitchen, his dining room, and, I would oddly venture to add, his appearance. There is a crafted drip-feed system of information regarding the whys and wherefores of the characters that keep you holding out for more information. And coming back. And the storylines are intriguingly grim and unearthly. I think I have a fascination. I am not sure I want to delve too much into it. But there must be enough people who do for these shows to exist with their morbidity and death and evil. Maybe because fiction (for the most part) sees the crime solved and a notion of the otherness of the perpetrator revealed, it makes what would be, if it happened in reality, unspeakably and incomprehensibly evil, almost comforting. Evil that can be caught and stopped, by our heros like Will and Gibbs and Horatio and Patrick Jane and John Reese, is palatable. I used to love Crossing Jordan for being the crime drama with the best score. Now I love this for being the most visually beautiful. I cannot recommend it. It is too bizarre for that and I don't want to steer you a way you may not like, but I'm hooked and I think it has a cult status coming. Which is also something I don't want to think about too much.

P.S: Dreamt last about op/thrift shopping in the States. Already. There are still months to go. I have dreamt about op-shopping in the past and the clothes I find are so amazing. Does put the pressure on reality somewhat. I wish I could get off my butt and find time to sew. I could make some of these amazing pieces. I might start journaling them for the day when lots of sleep is no longer a pre-requisite.


The Outfit
Dress: Primark
Shirt: Op-shopped, my 25 F(or) 25 challenge piece for today
Earrings: CCJJSS
Shoes: Dr Martens


Photographer de Jour: B——


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Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Day 113: Haggard (Eh? Yeah!)

Me: shattered, sshhh-a-ttt-eerrr-ed, exhausted, tired, shagged, drowsy, comatose, pooped, burned out, done in, weary, sleepy (to say the least), past-bedtime, fatigued, worn out, droopy.

Irene               List_Addict

Thesaurus.com: beat, dead on own's feet, dog-tired, drained, enervated, fagged, finished, narcoleptic, petered out, spent, tuckered out, wasted.


The Outfit
Top: Target (one of my favourite Target buys ever, and today's can-I-wear-it-comfortably item)
Cardigan: Op-shopped
Skirt: Op-shopped
Shoes: Irregular Choice 'Bronte'


Photographer de Jour: Moi


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Monday, April 22, 2013

Day 112: Read All About It

It is weigh-in day again. So quickly. And again there is no movement on the scale. Well, there is the movement from zero to a large number at the speed of light when I first jump on there, but when the little pointer settles down after its shock, it settles down on the same number as last week and the week before. This week, having tempted the fates of the scales overly with a combination of not eating and eating bad stuff, I don't feel the disappointment of the 'same number' as much as the relief of 'at least it is still the same number'. And while I am over the moon about that, I am not so excited to be at the point where I am wearing the clothes I picked out a few weeks ago as those I was determined to fit into this week. They are still snug, to say the least. Oh well, I have pledged to do Michelle Bridge's Twelve Week Challenge with a friend at work (to be further known as Lady D--). The next round starts mid May so I will, to your chagrin, keep you notified.

Poor Jennifer Lawrence. First she trips up the stairs, then she gets the ex-President's name wrong. Do you find gossip magazine information just the most important information in the world? I mean, what could be more important than whether Jennifer Lawrence's hair is better short than long? Or who the most beautiful casts in television are? Or who lost weight and then got fat and then lost weight and got anorexic and then obese and then looked fabulous on the Oscar's Red Carpet? Do you read gossip magazines? They are a bit like car accidents aren't they? Very hard to look away even though you know it is terrible to gawk like that.


The Outfit
Top: Op-shopped
Jacket: Op-shopped
Jeans: Target
Shoes: Irregular Choice 'Love Bug'


Photographer de Jour: S——


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Sunday, April 21, 2013

Day 111: Reasons I Have No Time

Why is Pinterest so dedicated to trying to convince us that sharks are not to be feared as a way of dying? We are more likely to be killed by elevators and high fructose corn syrup. Great, now we have to be fearful of things that are much, much, much more common and prevalent in our lives.

In a study I conducted, forty-three percent of all desserts and cakes posted to Pinterest are red velvet. This may not be a representative number for the whole of Pinterest and was, frankly, made up. But there are a lot. I don't understand the attraction. It is just red food colouring.

It doesn't work to show million of photos of cakes and biscuits and cookies on Pinterest and then throw in a paleo option of covering a watermelon with coconut cream, fresh fruit and nuts and calling it a cake. Pinterest makes us eat while we wish we were skinny enough to fit into the clothes on there, and while we pin exercise routines we can do while watching NCIS (ten push ups every time Gibbs kisses Abby, ten squats everytime Ziva uses an idiom incorrectly).

List_Addict               Irene

Zero: the number of times I have done one of the things I pinned to do later from Pinterest. All of them: the number of times I remembered seeing how to do something I wanted to do on Pinterest and then was unable to find the applicable pin in any conceivable search.

The most annoying things about Pinterest are also the most annoying things about life: the bad spelling and grammar (hey, just coz I can pick it doesn't mean I don't do it myself, totally understand I am not worthy to throw stones, but this is my list of annoyances—you can put my hypocrisy on yours!); the repetition; the over-representation of perfection; and; when someone comes up with a fabulous idea I already had and didn't get out there myself. Still doesn't stop me looking.

And lastly, there are lots of clever people out there. And nice shoes. And places to go. And amazing houses to live in. And things to knit and things to do. None of those things will be a reality unless I stop looking at Pinterest!


The Outfit
Long Sleeved T-shirt: Retail
Knitted Jacket: Op-shopped
Skirt: Op-shopped
Shoes: Irregular Choice 'Ice Cream Honey'


Photographer de Jour: V——


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Saturday, April 20, 2013

Day 110: Over-Thinking Blogging

I'm so lucky. Lovely people visit. They read, they comment. Lovely comments. But I am not sure how to convince them to stay. What do I need to do to get more followers? And why do I worry about how many I have in the first place? It seems like the North Americans have blogging down to a business art. Sponsors, ad space, giveaways, stuff to give away. I am guessing that they do two things I don't do: they go out to get all those things by approaching companies, and, they actually blog about fashion. I had rumours back to me this week that people think mine is a fashion blog. That is all to do with pictures and nothing to do with content though. Damn my love of counting! If I couldn't see those little numbers next to those little graphs, all about how many people stopped by, and how many stayed. Oh, and if I couldn't compare it to all the other blogs I see. Then I would be able to blissfully write away with no care in the world. As if I had no audience. But, and this just occurred to me while I thought about the fabulous followers I already have, maybe followers are like friends—it's about quality not quantity. Okay, I'm satisfied again.

List_Addict               Irene

And while I am ruminating about the nature and effects and protocol of blogging, I may as well ask this question of all you bloggers and blog visitors out there. Do you think it is wrong, with the light problems of winter approaching, to have a blog that shows a different outfit a day, but to sometimes take a few outfit pictures on one day, when time allows, and use when they weren't actually worn. Am I taking this too literally? Am I over-moralising a subject that doesn't require a moral overlay (except in written content perhaps, or the subject of the photos within reason)? Am I just plain over-thinking it? I think it gets down to the thing people don't see in me when they think that I am over-competitive in games (scrabble mainly)—a desire to do things right, and to the best of my ability, to not cheat. I feel like taking a photo one day and using it another is cheating. What do you think?


The Outfit
Jumper: Op-shopped, Sass and Bide
Skirt: Op-shopped
Shoes: Irregular Choice 'Fresh Cut Grass'


Photographer de Jour: B——


Who wore it better?

Friday, April 19, 2013

Day 109: I Am, I Am Thinking About Living In Pyjamas

Notes to my future self.

I am writing this now, but because I slept past sun-down (see yesterday for a more comprehensive reason why; I had to recover), I have to wait for tomorrow to have my shoot. I know, I could do a selfie in the terrible light of my bedroom. Or I could do what so many other fabulous bloggers do and have an internal photo-shoot. But other bloggers must have nice lighting. Don't get me wrong. We have nice lighting. But it goes by the name of ambient. Candlelight has more wattage. The most light in our house comes off the screen of my i-Pad. It is not ideal. Also, my Sartorialist inspired outfit—if I pull it off, and probably even if I don't—deserves more. And so I will wait until tomorrow and take this moment to tell my tomorrow's self a few poignant and wise things.

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Use sunscreen. Actually, don't. The book I am reading says sunscreen could actually give you skin cancer. Now, whatever you do—and the you here is all you out there, not my one-day-older self—do not take what I am saying here as a truth. There is so much supposed scientific and psuedo-scientific information on both sides of every question that it is more prudent to treat science, in my opinion, as a type of faith and just pick something to believe in. At the moment I am going with vitamin D over skin cancer as some theories say vitamin D is a cancer preventative. It also has lots of other esteemable properties. So instead of 'use sunscreen', like the old song, I will say, use vitamin D.

Stay true to who you are. People will want you to change, people will want you to be different. You will want to pretend to be something you are not because you think life will be better if you are that something. But true to who you are is cleansing and empowering and the older you get, the more you will realise that all those things you thought were important are not. It may take quite a few years to be okay with that idea though. It will be worth it.

Forgive yourself. The biscuits you will eat later today are just a small relapse and tomorrow you will be strong. And then the next day is 'eat what you like day' and you can be weak again. And try to be nice to yourself when scales day comes around. You're only human, and you're only addicted to carbs. Give yourself a little slack.

And lastly. If you keep watching Hannibal, it will be another series you have to 'maintain'. Wednesdays, nine forty-five. Stop now.


The Outfit
Shirt: Op-shopped
Tie: Op-shopped
PJ's: Target
Shoes: Irregular Choice 'Alaska' (brand new, out-of-the-box today)


Photographer de Jour: B——


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