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Wear 374: To the Caribbean?

I've always wanted to go to Cuba. It's in the Caribbean. It's not so much that the passing of Fidel has made it more appealing—I wasn't really fussed one way of the other. It just brought the thought back to the front of my mind. I'm having trouble convincing Mr Earwig though. It's the time of the year when I start planning, angling and aiming for my big holiday in May. If I don't have ideas and plans and missions to discover things about it, it is like it doesn't exist and then what hope for the future do I have?


I had been dangling images of Sardinia and Corsica seductively in front of him for a few weeks. Corsica has the most difficult (apparently) long distance walk in Europe—the GR20—although I mostly concentrated on pictures of beautiful beaches and mediterranean food. Like most people, difficult, mountainous, seven day walks, carrying everything you need and sleeping on the ground, if you are lucky, doesn't appear to be high on Mr Earwig&#…

Wear 373: Thursdays and Mondays

Maybe I need structure, guidelines, a pattern, boundaries. No. No 'maybe'. I do. We all do, don't we? I'm trying to instigate a blogging boundary whereby I blog on Mondays and Thursdays. Officially it is now Wednesday. Going well so far *sarcasm*. The thing with setting up a structure for yourself on something where the repercussions for not following through are not life-threatening, is that the only thing that keeps it in place is your will power. I think I have misplaced mine.


There are things I want to do, but don't, because my will power seems to have taken an extended holiday in a place with no internet connection:

Eat better
Do yoga every day
Take long walks—I'm talking ten, fifteen kilometres at least—on my days off
Make a beautiful garden
Make a beautiful house
Make anything really


When put like that, it doesn't seem an unachievable list or an insurmountable challenge. I'm not trying to cure cancer: apparently bananas with black sp…

Wear 372: Just Call Me Ebenezer and Other Literary References

Is it possible to hear, see or speak at the moment without the subject being Trump. The only reason I bring it up is that I have heard, through memes—that most reliable source of information—that talking politics on a public forum alienates friends and family and decreases your Christmas liabilities. There it is! My actual beef is not with Trump (well, it is, but that is different beef), it's with Christmas. For the last three or four years I have worked over Christmas. I get to see how much people love each other and enjoy each other's company. *Sarcasm* (I work in Emergency Services—people don't call us 'cause they're loving it up!). Ready to all shoot me down? I'm going to say it. Are you ready? I don't like Christmas.


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This is now draft two of this post. In draft one, I continued to write about what makes Christmas a burr in my paw. It turns out I think I will alienate f…

Day 371: Ways to Hide Your Vitals

I love jeans. I can't dispute that, even with myself. Because I counted them. I have over forty-two pairs.

I like to call it forty-two-plus because of the magical qualities of that number, and the ability that a plus has to disguise the actual embarrassing number.


I wasn't even aware until I did a closet clean out and couldn't let go of a single pair - regardless of the supernatural effort it would take to get into some of them (especially if I carry on with the cocktail session I am currently enjoying poolside in honour of the extra year of aging I have achieved recently).


How can forty-two-plus pairs of jeans not double up? There is everything from traditional blue to patterned with roses; everything from white to black with forays into several coloured spectrums; skin-tight to flowing and flared; pristine to ripped by design or ripped by love.


But. I do have a weird jeans quirk. I don't like anyone seeing the bits. The girly bits. The feminine 'y…

Word 1: A Semi-Charmed Summer in Wintertime

I cracked it. Well, let me be clear. I didn't crack 'finishing a book challenge', although I am sure it will happen one day. Not this day, but one day. I cracked the ess-aitch-one-tee's. Explaining how my perversion of the already complicated shift system affects my ability to take time off work is hard enough, so it suffices to say that I got grumpy and took every available holiday space left in the book for August. It meant I had days and days of leisurely happiness interrupted occasionally by a shift or two of torture normal rotational shift-work. Do you know that it is harder to go to work for one day a rotation than for four! All this should have meant I could finish this challenge. But it didn't.

Thanks Megan at Semi-Charmed Kind of Life. Even though I am hopeless and let my currently-reading pile rule my otherwise sane life, I always enjoy the confrontation to reading norms that your challenge embodies. Can't wait to see if I can do better on the nex…

Wear 370: WTF

Wtf? (F stands for fug if you're curse-sensitive.) What I am doing? Why do I even WANT to keep blogging? Beware. Blogging existential crisis ahead.


Let me get this out of the way firstly. Tired of the shoe counting thing. It was a thing. It's not doing its thing. I have one hundred and six pairs of shoes. There. Surprise! Oh, plus I just ordered five more pairs. I will order another pair when I can come to terms with my Portland, Oregon-address-morality issues. And then a couple more when I can justify them because I want to try a new brand.


I keep trying things to make me interested in blogging again. Maybe I'm not anymore. It's changed. I've changed. Except that I keep buying things to wear. Using the blog - that I don't - as an excuse. When I started it was just a fun challenge I set myself for the year. I didn't realise 1) How much work it would be, 2) What a strange world it would open me up to. Blogging doesn't, for the most part, seem to…

Wander 0.5: We Are Experiencing Technical Difficulties

My absence of presence has been due to none of my tech devices wanting to talk to each other. It's a stand-off unseen since the Capulets and the Montagues. I suppose I could write what has been happening (ie. I have spent the last three weeks travelling 2369 miles down a 2320 mile river - The Mississippi) but there would be no pictures. And everyone knows that it is the pictures that count! So I am just here to tell you that until something better comes along, pop over to List_addict at Instagram and you'll be able to see a little more of the story. Talk to you when I am back in Oz.

Wear 369: Introducing Mr Darby Pickles

Sometimes, under the heady influence of the exposure to the public that this blog offers, I forget that I am not a supermodel until I hit the preview button and see the photo I have taken and what I was wearing. Rest assured, dear, shocked reader, that I did not actually wear this outfit out of the house. I found this odd sheer skirt on an op-shop social day B——, S—— and I went on last year, and the hi-lo sheer patterned shirt with exposed zipper was a local score on a quick trip out to the shops. Sheer shirts are easy to style (ha, ha ... I always crack myself up when I start talking like a real fashion blogger), but it is a little weirder to work out how to wear a sheer skirt, so you may see some funny ideas around this one in the future. I like it: I just need to play it out. [P.s: Apologies for the truly awful photo of Irene—not sure what I did here!]

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Wear 368: Wear (17), Wander, Word

Seeing as days don't really apply anymore now that I don't, and haven't, blogged daily for a long time. And seeing as my three passions—what passes for fashion or maybe even style in the 'Wig world; the voracious consumption of other people's words and worlds; the desire and attempt to escape work for anywhere, a.n.y.w.h.e.r.e, else—may not be shared by all as a triptych. I have decided on a small change here at Fur Earwig! Wear, Wander, Word. From now on you can decide, simply by the title of the post, whether it is worth stopping by.


Wear: There will be clothes. And shoes. Definitely shoes. In fact I am currently counting, via blogposts, the number of shoes I have. This pair here is pair number seventeen. Called Flick Flack. Not quite 'white spats', definitely not 'lots of dollars'. They are from my once favourite and always go-to shop Irregular Choice. But I've changed. I love the pairs I have but I am open to what seem like very norma…

Wear 367: First Book, First Word of the Year

Well, what do you know? I'm still here. Maybe it wasn't every single day and maybe I am a little behind and obsessed with that, but we, Irene and I, and all the helping hands behind the scenes, the photographers, the style-advisors, the thrift store salespersons, have been going for a whole year with this mad, time consuming project that is Who Wore it Better? at Fur Earwig! Thank you to everyone involved, especially if that involvement was your reading me every now and again, and even more so for all the fabulous people who left comments throughout the year. I have, in some sort of deluded wisdom, decided to keep going. This has everything to do with the fact that I have amazing clothes in wait for my skinnier me (coming soon, theoretically). I went a little mad shopping this year, including my recent thrifting experiences in the States, and so, if it is okay with you, Irene and I thought we'd go until we maybe get to a thousand and one days instead. Saves me coming u…