Monkeying Around

I now remember how annoying it is trying to find a ball dress. In my school days I was lucky enough to go to 3 balls (or proms or dances or formals), so I've had experience in scouring different shops for the perfect dress, even though I did often settle for one that was less then. Now that I am significantly older (it is amazing how much you can grow up in 4 or 5 years) I thought I'd be better at it. But no, although wiser to what will suit my body and what colour will or will not look good on me, I am still struggling. I am a target for too much choice. Only having recently discovered the powers of internet shopping, I thought that would be my answer. But there are just too many dresses out there, and none have screamed "I am the one for you" yet. One thing I have learned from my adolescence is that I shouldnt leave things till the last minute, as my uni assignment due very soon is stubbornly ignored. That is why I have started looking now, hoping to find a perfect dress by December :)

In the meantime, I'm having fun playing orangatang off my back gate. The top is a new addtition to my wardrobe (MUST NOT BUY MORE CLOTHES!!!).

Top: GRAB Denim, Jeans: Bardot, Shoes: Zu, Necklace: DIY.

Deep Purple.

This jacket has already made an appearance on this blog, but in one of the worst posts so far. I hope that it is happy with its new makeover as I am. Because it was thrifted, and you cant exactly ask for another size I bought this one in a size 16 just because I was in love with the colour. It meant, however, that no matter how it was positioned it still looked the 2 or 3 sizes too big for me. With a little needle and thread it can now be classed as a fitted blazer (a little too fitted because every time I bent over it ripped a little). It looked a little strange sewed into (messy) pleats, so I added a flower pin stolen from my sisters room.

Now as for the hiding behind the bush, I figure that I keep fulling gross faces in my photos so I will take advantage of some well placed leaves, much like Adam and Eve. Also, its basically because I couldn't be bothered trying to be pretty that day :)

Jacket: Thrifted and DIY, Shorts: DIY, Tights: My Sisters Room, Shoes: also from my sisters room.

Brawling and Crawling

Sometimes on a good night out you can just feel the change in the air, were you know shit is about to go down. Its mostly (always) when everyone has had a few too many beers and bourbons and it's all about the "he said, she said". Its how fantastic nights become good nights, how good nights become alright nights, and alright nights become "do you remember that horrible night when shit went down. Last nights shennanigans resulted unfortunately in a good night. Ruined by the beers and bourbans and the "he said, she said".

We've all heard the line "oh but he was so drunk, he didn't mean it". I propose an immediate ban on this saying. Being drunk only allows you to do the things you have always wanted to do, but are to chicken shit to carry out when your'e sober. So you know that when you get into that punch up, youv'e always wanted to be that tough guy but without the fear of feeling actual pain when you get a reciprocative hit.

Anyway despite the obvious abundance of testoterone (or lack there of, depending on how you think about it), I did have a pretty fun night.

Dress (worn as a top): Supre, Pants: Temt, Hat: Sportsgirl.

Excuse the Socks.

This jacket was probably one of my first ever DIYs, that is if you don't include the reindeer I painted on a men's Tshirt to wear at Christmas time when I was like 9. As fashionable as that sounds, I think studding this leather jacket was a slight improvement. It took about 10 minutes and I didnt even have to buy the jacket because it was in the back of my mum's wardrobe. It had almost developed a serious case of albinism from not seeing the sun for so long. Which, ironically, sounds alot like my skin condition at the moment. I hardly think I can be blamed though as it is winter, the obvious reasons for the socks. Last summer, some of my more clever friends came up with the nickname Clag for me, like the paste, because I am pasty white. So maybe the darker of the seasons can not be blamed. There will always be the vain hope in the back of my head that this summer I will return to the brown shade of my childhood. At least I have more of a chance of getting some rays then my reindeer painted Tshirt. :)

Top: Supre, Jeans: JeansWest, Jacket: DIY and Bali.

Fool's Gold

Its irritating taking so many photos, and only a few make the cut. This time some were angrily deleted, that would have otherwise made it onto here, not because I was pulling ugly faces (which is the most common problem) but because I had forgotten to pull up my tights higher. This meant that the darker coloured shorts part was clearly visible and was all I could focus on. Which brings me to my point, why do tights always have that thicker, darker, gross bit at the top? I admit when they were first invented the hemlines of the time meant this part would never have been seen, but in the modern world with skirts constantly on the rise, exposing more leg, why was the bike-short looking part not culled? Maybe its to stop runs sneaking up the thigh, but when they reach that part of the leg your tights are already ruined anyway. If anyone knows why this abomination is still a part of the majority of tights, please let me know.

Anyway, I'm over my rant now. The shirt in this post is the only item I have ever bought from Witchery. Not because I dont like their product, but because it is way out of my price range. Luckily, this one was on sale and even though I shouldn't be buying anymore clothes with my already bursting wardrobe, it was only $59.99 and its 100% silk. And it can be justified by the fact I've had it for a week and have already worn it twice and I think a black business shaped shirt won't ever be "out".

The shoes, however, I can not so easily justify. They were on sale but they are so very uncomfortable that I have only managed to wear them once and complained about them the whole night (not to mention I walked 10 times slower then everyone else and was constantly hanging on to someones arm so I didnt fall over). I am hoping I might be able to get the platform and associated part of the heel lopped off so they are a more manageable size. Here's hoping.

The skirt was found at a thrift shop under the dress up section. At first I wondered why is a skirt in such a beautiful fabric considered a dress up. It wasn't till I got home and noticed they were in fact GIANT shorts, that I realised they may have been part of an aladdin costume. Nevertheless, a few snips with scissors and now it is a skirt.

The necklace was originally a very ugly bag that I, again, whipped out my scissors for.

Shirt: Witchery, Skirt: Thrifted and DIYed, Shoes: Wayne Cooper, Tights: from hell, Necklace DIYed by me, Bag: Thrifted.

I wear my heart on my....shirt

I am such a buzz at the moment...because I have gotten my first ever comments for this blog. And they didnt contain the hateful dialogue I (half) expected. So thanks guys. It kinda feels like I predicted this excited feeling by jumping around in my images from two days ago. Although, I do admit that was kind of to show the tassley effect of this singlet when I walk. This is another of the things in my closet that I have worn for ages and am giving one last chance before it enters the stockpile of clothes for the swap meet (if I ever get there). I do love the heart and the fringing around it, but its the shape and the fact there is a tiny stain on it that always puts me off. Oh well, it tried and I tried. It gets a couple more months of life now I think. The shorts are one of the first on a (suprisingly) long list of things I have DIYed. They were jeans but had started to look very worn, so they were severed into shorts. The studding was an idea I adapted (Read: Stolen) from a clothing shop I visited on my trip to England. The studs I yanked off a pretty cheap belt I bought at work. Although items I DIY never look as good as the things I first saw it on, I always feel more accomplished for trying it myself and being able to say I made this if anyone cares to ask.

Heart Singlet: Supre, Jeans: DIY by me.

p.s. don't judge me on the whiteness of my legs, it's winter in Australia.

Try-Hard, Die-Hard

This is the first outfit that I have worn to uni that I have actually wanted to capture on film and I've been back for a whole week now. The problem wasn't that I wasn't trying hard enough, it was the opposite. My first week back I always try and wear my best clothes or my best ideas because this is when I will meet new people and will make my first impression. This semester though I just tried way to hard, so I ended up looking like a slave to (too many) fashion trends and failed to look like me. And when you try too hard in my course it is magnified 10-fold because everyone else is wearing jeans and sneakers (probably the more practical option for labs).

This outfit though (in my opinion) is better, more laid back, less try hard. I think I'm going to get to uni and think that people are staring at me because they like what they see, not because they think I look like a fool. So before I have even arrived at uni, I have learnt my first lesson. Don't be a try-hard , just be me.

White Shirt: my grandfathers, Gold Studded Bralet (worn over black singlet): DIY by me, Jean Tights: Supre, Sneakers: my boyrfiends Converse, Flats: Zu.