How Soon Is Now?

Do you know what's really great about decluttering?
Aside from the obvious benefits of sorting through shite to separate things into "keep" and "biff" piles, one finds much-loved treasures.
I rediscovered this butter-soft leather vest, weird petti-skirt thingy and gorgeous sparkly blue belt.
In fact, everything I'm wearing here, including the bag, was taking a break from the public eye.

These things weren't hidden away, just resting, waiting for me to re-visit them.
The belt was a gift from Clare of Miss Simmonds Says.
I've worn it more often in the past year, than any belt I've ever owned.  
I have a small collection of belts, but they're slowly ending up in The Stylist's wardrobe as I find them uncomfortable to wear ... except for this sparkly sequinned number.
Oh by the way, don't worry, The Stylist is getting her fair share of bits and pieces put away for her during this period of clothes sorting ... probably not for long, she's getting very tall!

Leather vest, Amy Winehouse rosary - Etsy

Earrings - Bones Couture

Rubber bracelets - DIY from The Stylist

Skirt, bag, granny beads, bangle - op shops

1950s hat - gift from Nelly of Vintage Wishes

Shoes - second hand market

Bodysuit - retail sale

Gosh look at all that wonky cropping!  I'm linking up to Citizen's Shoe Shine today.
Our tree is finally up and surprise, surprise, no presents are wrapped.  
What are you up to this weekend?
Baci, D xoxo

Button-Popping All Over the Baklava

For some odd reason all my favourite people seem to have two things in common.
They get an obscene amount of satisfaction from consuming food and from their own twisted humour.
These pics were taken just a few minutes after The Stylist informed me my middle button had popped open while ordering a milkshake and Greek sweets at a cafe and I'd been walking around like that for an hour.
She looked all misty-eyed as she said, "sorry I knew there was something I was supposed to tell you but I forgot what it was".
I think she was holding back tears of laughter.
Bless.

Knickers - BOODWAH

1950s purple cocktail hat - gift from my international jet-setting friend, Miss A

Pink glitter star earrings - gift from glorious Tamera

1920s men's tailcoat - eBay

1950s peach cotton blouse - Etsy

Leggings - Black Milk

Shoes - F21 sale

Handbags - second hand

Rings - craft shops and second hand

Thinks: "The cheeky bugger!"

That look?  I think it's the realisation I didn't even get a discount for my impromptu strip-tease.

Men's vintage blazer, 1960s top - second hand

Leggings - Black Milk

Doc Marten boots and shorts - retail

Earlier today, I thought I'd try out full-size false eyelashes.  I forgot to let my liquid liner dry first so it got a bit smudged, but as I write this 11 hours later, they're still firmly planted on and fluttering away like mad.
What a god damn fricken hero huh?
Gosh, I'll be representing the United Nations next.

I see you've noticed my earrings.
Yes they're rather spectacular aren't they?
Scrumptious Tamera of Menopausal Supermodel sent them to me in a parcel of joy, which arrived today after a wee stop over at Australian Quarantine.
I'm still giggling at the thought of Quarantine officers opening the package expecting to find some exotic American fauna only to discover a pair of Trollz.
Tamera also sent me lightning bolt and star earrings, a beautiful brooch and two bright scarves, including one printed with Australian wildflowers.
Fancy that, all the way from Maryland, USA!
Thank you so much dear woman xx.

The parcel and card were addressed to both The Stylist and I, so she'll need to get her ears re-pierced to get full enjoyment from all of the glorious earrings.
Oh dear, what a shame.

On Sunday, #3 Son, The Stylist and I trotted down the road to the school fete with homemade current cookies in tow for donation to the cake stall.
As you can see we're in the thick of a typical Brisbane winter in all its freezing misery.
Yet another "optical illusion" is the fact The Stylist can now call her older brother her little brother even though he's 19 months her senior.
Oh the pain for the poor lad!
Number One Son recommends an arm wrestle to re-establish the correct pecking order but looking at all those skinny limbs, I'm not sure it will necessarily work out in the wee laddie's favour.

My first stops at any school fete are the trash and treasure and plant stalls, then I dive head first into the hall with the tea and club sandwiches.
The above pic of me is at the end of the day and you can see I desperately need to study the insides of my eyelids.

Some of the treasures I snapped up for a bargain including a cream silk top which will soon have a meeting with my dye bath, plus I found a 1960s lime green top and white crochet cape.
Woody Allen's books are getting hard to find, so are 1960s purses and bags, and the cute cotton apron says "Frae Bonnie Scotland".

I really felt like frocking up last Friday so I wore this 1940s crepe frock I bought from Etsy many months ago.
It has a hole in the peplum but I really couldn't give a shite about imperfections.
In fact, rips, tears, any flaws at all, highlight the beauty of a piece and affirms my belief that frocks are living, breathing beings with delicate feelings and need as much love if not more, as perfect princess gowns that cost a god damn fortune.
I'm pretty sure the dead animals hanging around my neck once had feelings too.
Oh well, they get a lot of love from me too.

1940s frock, Amy Winehouse rosary, pink glitter heart sunnies - Etsy

1950s silk velvet cocktail hat - gift from beautiful Sasha

1950s tapestry hand bag - gift from my divine sister, Mere

Slave bracelet - Phussy

Pearl collar, star necklace, earrings - op shops

Shoes - Melissa

I hope you're all having a splendidly hedonistic week my lovely readers!

Baci, Desiree xoxo

Freaky Styley

Occasionally I'm tempted to do a "How-to-Wear-this-Weird-Thing-Without-Looking-Like-a-Loony-on-Day-Release" tutorial.
I don't think it's possible though, as I'm at a loss to come up with a sane formula to conform with any rules ... which are stinky anyway.
Besides, I have to be incognito as Nurse Ratchet and her hounds are always on the lookout to round me up and put me away.
I know you've had sleepless nights over The Jacket, so here 'tis, this is how I wore it out and about yesterday.

Magical fairy frock and black ring - gifted by Queen Helga

Vintage pink slip - gifted by lovely Miss V of Two Squirrels Vintage

Pink and orange sparkle necklace - gifted by her Royal Pinkness, Krista

Vintage military jacket, green heart ring, earrings, lace collar - thrifted

Headband - available from my shop, Sassy Vamps!

Beauty case, shoes (DIY glitterfication) - flea markets

Tights - eBay

And here's the result of this morning's dash out the door after rounding up homework books, making lunches, refereeing the kids fighting over the correct way to do the one-two-step shuffle, patching up a nasty gash on #3 Son from a basketball game, getting The Phoenix comfy and quelling a screeching guinea pig with delicious strawberries.

Morning all!

I couldn't resist a close up of my shiny Barbarella-robot leg wear:).

Headband - more at Sassy Vamps!

1930s onsie refashioned into top and earrings - eBay

Layered leggings - both from Black Milk

Doc Martens and black top - retail

1960s beauty case and granny beads - flea market

I think this find deserves a link to Lakota's Tah-Dah Tuesday.
All set?

Aye, aye capt'n!

Seen you soon troops:)) xo

Boy That Scratchin' is Makin' Me Itch!

No, I don't have hives, lice or scabies and I'm not housing any other unwanted parasites.
I just have a song running through my brain today and it just won't quit!

I look nothing like one of Malcolm Mclaren's Buffalo Gals, but I still just wanna doe-si-doe like a hobo.
I probably have to do a bit better on the hobo front, but today's outfit is literally a bit of everything.
It made me happy and I felt like dancing and leaping over slushy puddles, so I did.

A bit of circus, some lady-like, a spot of goth and a dash of hippy ... yep, it's all there.

You just have to look harder ... but don't burn your retinas, I'm just showing you the wee bow on my circus bloomers.
Gawd I'm so in love with carni-style pantalones.
Aminta's been rocking them in the searing Spanish heat this summer ... gorgeous!

1960s leopard-print hat - gifted by glorious Nelly

Brooch - gifted by Helga-Come-Home!

1950s wool coat - eBay

Bloomers - BOODWAH

1960s wool jersey and gloves, earrings, locket necklace - thrifted

Demonia shoes, 1960s beauty case, granny necklace - markets

Tights - Black Milk

Oh, and consider yourselves well and truly arse-squeezed ... you, darling reader, make me want to sing, dance and hang up-side-down.

Thank you so much for following and reading my blog.
Time is precious and I appreciate your friendship:).
Love,
Desiree xo