Friday, November 29, 2013

You Ought To Be in Pictures

I'm quite sure Little Edie wouldn't begrudge me a bit of a garden frolic in her honour. 
After all, Sacramento's Blogger's in Style theme today is the movies and according to Grey Gardens, Edie was pretty much a shoe-in as an actress until fate intervened.

If I was in the nippy northern hemisphere I would be rugged up in an Edie-style fur. 
But summer's in full swing here in Brisbane so it's swimsuit weather, Edie style.
"I have to think these things up you know".

Swimsuit - Black Milk
Scarf - gift from the adorable Tamera
Fishnets - retail
Shoes and brooch - op shops

Have a wonderful weekend everyone!
Desiree xx

Monday, November 25, 2013

No I'll Call You.

I raced home to take a look in the mirror and see what the fuss was about.
While I was out, people had been falling over themselves to compliment me on my outfit, especially the shoes and dress.
I told everyone who was interested, my frock was actually an 80-year-old nightie.
One lucky woman well into her 80s was even lucky enough to cop a feel.
So I thought I might share what caused all the commotion.
Seriously don't know what the fuss was about.
After all, #2 Son, who is 16, didn't look at all embarrassed about me collecting him from student reception after his maths exam today. Couldn't resist ;).

1930s nightie, sunnies, fish skeleton earring - Etsy
FREEKY necklace - custom made by Phussy
1970s bag, bangles, rosary - op shops
Heart earring - DIY
Shoes - VW Melissa

Frankly I've been such a hermit in recent months (no thanks to the meds), it feels unfamiliar to talk to strangers freely like I once did.
Yakkity-yakkity-yak to anyone who looked vaguely interesting ... heehee.
Today was rather overwhelming but dammit, Helga is right ... "better to be looked over than overlooked".
So if this positivity keeps up I may be clogging up your reader feed with more dress-ups and droning.

Lily found the coolest spot in the house, one where she could enjoy the cross-breezes.  She's just had a flea treatment and in a calmer mood ... no more "mama why is I so itchy?"

Walk the walk, talk the talk.

On Friday night, The Stylist nearly fell over in a dead faint when I handed her the barber scissors and asked her to tidy up all my messy mistakes.
I swear her face was a picture to see.
Full of joy at such an onerous "adult" task.
I think she did a wonderful job.
Then we got dressed up for the season two finale of Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries.
It simply had to be done.

Manic Panic boa - gift from luscious Suzanne
Lace rabbit ears - shop in Melbourne's Chinatown
1950s sequin and bead top - op shop

Sloppy kisses just for you.
Desiree xo

Thursday, November 21, 2013

Last of the Truffula Trees

I'm standing in front of the last healthy tree growing on the property we rent.
Tiny isn't it?
Last week a big tree in the front yard was struck by lightning and crash, gone.
All the rest of the greenery has been carried off weekly by the new landlord in preparation for house demolition on April 28.
I'm the only bit of colour around here today.

Dice earrings, 1970s bag - op shops
Edwardian petticoat, 1950s bed jacket, heart sunnies - Etsy
Swimsuit - Black Milk
"Love Kills" cuff - gift from yummy Emma
Demonia shoes - Dolls Kill sale
Necklace - market

Ooh do I detect a mojo-return?  Why yes I believe I do!
Desiree xo

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Changing of the Guard

I've drawn the conclusion my hair colour has become my armour.
When I was working in newsrooms I used jewellery and shoes to carve out my little "happy place".
It was tricky though, earrings got in the way of phone interviews, armloads of bangles were just annoying when thumping out words on a keyboard, while rings were a distraction.
So I wore a jumble of big necklaces, most of my brooch collection and some fairly wild shoes each day.
The accessories also doubled as instant ice-breakers during interviews and I have them to thank for scoring stories because the subject was so surprised by my presentation, all they could do was just start talking.

No longer churning out news stories, I've experimented with other ways to protect myself from copping a beating with the greige stick and in the past six months my hair has been peroxide blond, neon pink and violet.
On Sunday morning I woke up and decided I needed to be a 1920s vamp so now, Manic Panic's Vampire Red adorns my crown.
Oh and I gave myself a rather radical haircut.

Gosh I really must go, there's a bus to Hollywood leaving in ten minutes, I have a meeting with Mr De Mille.
Here are a few pics from the past fortnight.

My toned down house-hunting look a couple of weeks ago.
1940s rayon frock - gift from hornacious Helga
1950s handbag - gift from my big sister
Bangles and silk scarf - op shops
VW Melissa shoes

I think my purple hair, Troll earrings from dumpster-diving Tamera and cat-ear headband may have helped allay pre-show jitters for the wee lassies at The Stylist's ballet matinee performance.
She danced like a floating feather and I really enjoyed being a dressing room mama for a day.

Another 1940s rayon frock with VW Melissa's and tapestry handbag, this time for the evening performance of The Stylist's ballet recital.
Three hours later I only just made it out of the car in time to have a "talk to god" on the front lawn.
I was incredibly dehydrated from working behind the scenes at the matinee and had developed a headache equal to a shovel whacked into the back of my head.

A few days later I was back on my feet and snapping pics for some eBay sales.
It felt like work so I needed to dress for the job.
I fancied a bit of Manic Panic's pink glitter eyeshadow and Hot, Hot, Hot lippie, which beautiful Suzanne sent to me.
DIY green-dyed 1950s bra and 70s flares, plus rabbit ears and I'm sure the Meals on Wheels bloke nearly dropped his basket-load when he rapped at the front door to be confronted with this sight.

Happy days chickadees!
Desiree x
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