But a big hey hi to my fellow Kooks, Bon Iver and Band of Horses lovers! Let me quietly inform you that your taste in music is impeccable.
This, too, is impeccable:
This literally did stop me in my tracks the other night. I think we all need a little more Spice Girls tomfoolery in our lives in these trying times, wouldn't you agree?
I feel I have given you lightweight posts lately. I'm going to leave my 'real' life offline where it belongs, never fear, but suffice it to say that a lot has been going on for this fashademic (ew, third person!) lately which has spirited my thoughts far, far from this white page with a big faceheel at the top. Sorry everyone. (The fact that I feel guilty about not blogging posts that are 'good enough' is a whole other post waiting to happen!)
But some less-weighty items for your feigned interest are: found a pair of skinny bassike jeans (HALF-PRICE, can I get a woop yeah?) in stone blue and they're all kinds of fantastic. I'll take this moment to tell you that I haven't owned a proper pair of jeans since. . . well. . . wow. I'm not really sure! I've been more of a tights-under-dresses type dresser during winter- even in my one Torontonian winter!- so this purchase was a big deal for me.
Believe it or not, this is actually the best of all the photos I took of the new jeans. Don't think I'm not ashamed.
(NB: I do have some silence + noise jeans-leggings (and I double dare anyone to utter the word 'jeggings' to me when I wear them!) but they are not really denim- they're kind of elastic-infused. And they have an elasticated waistband. And no pockets at the front, so this judge and jury is declaring 'no jeans.')
And I "DIY'ed" a fantstic but difficult to wear jumpsuit into a fantastic and everyday-awesome jacket and paperbag trousers! The jumpsuit was reminiscent of a mechanic's all-in-one, all heavy cotton drill and wide sleeves, which was fabulous and cut to perfection, but in such a magnificent royal blue that I knew I could never get away with it all at once. So even though I can't cut in a straight line (never have been able to, probably never will, can't fight it, it's how I am) I took my scissors to 'em and- delight.
This is what I wore to Bible study tonight. I felt like going crazy mismatch so on it all went. You can't see my spotted turban in this one but there was one, you'd better believe it! In this image I am contorting my legs and torso to fit as much of my self into the frame as possible. Some would say that that's an art.
This is about the best image of the jacket that I could manage. One of these days I'll take the paperbag trousers out for a trot and post some awful twisted photos of me in them too but for now feast your eyes on . . .
My incandescent turban!!!!!!
I've also trawled a bunch of databses to unearth dozens of articles on blogging and individuality to keep me warm during these gale-force days. Every day brings me one day closer to glasses!
And there's a scheme cooking up that may involve you, your coffee habit, and gumboots so hang on to your hats! And if you live in Sydney- literally hang on to your hats. I thought my bed was going to be whisked away last night like Dorothy's in The Wizard of Oz.
OK everyone. It's late, I've got a date with the library tomorrow, and I promise to be a better blogger and throw some more interesting non-me-focused topics to you very soon!
Ed and Bek DIY'ed jacket; vintage Emmanuel Ungaro silk T-shirt; secondhand leopard print nightie; topshop pant/tights things; Wittner heels; loveheart bracelet from Tess; turban made up out of an old silk scarf.