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.
Fun!

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!
Baci,
Desiree x

Every Colour You Are

Having a ball rediscovering the winter clothes I've had in storage for many long months.
I have a rather unhealthy appetite for capes, coats and jackets.
Well, not so much unhealthy but a rather over-the-top fixation considering our temperate Brisbane winters.
The Stylist has strict orders to repeat the phrase "you don't need anymore coats" whenever I spring upon a gem in the op shops.
Fortunately however, this year's pickings have been far and few between so I haven't shed one crocodile tear.
Today I've joined Jane's first link-up to her Shiny T Tuesday and this week's theme is When Patterns Speak.
Not a lot of patterns to be seen apart from Saturday's mash-up, but I think throwing clashing colours together can sometimes appear as patterned.
This was Saturday's effort.

1960s wool cape and kilt suit, DIY leather gloves - thrifted

Colourful earring and heart earring - DIY by The Stylist

Harlequin and fence net tights - Sock Dreams

T-shirt - Ms Mink

Grey wool beret - Etsy

"Perfect" badge - gift from delicious Tra-la-la

Purple mesh top - dance shop sale

Silver Demonia shoes and green necklace - second hand market

Sunday's child:

1960s frock, bangles, earrings, 1960s nurses wool cape, leather gloves, silver glitter sunnies - thrifted

1950s tapestry handbag - gift from my sister

Vintage necklaces - Etsy

Doc Marten boots - Solestruck sale

Leggings - Black Milk 

Monday-Monday:

Cotton jacket - Second hand market

Leggings - Black Milk

Demonia shoes - Dolls Kill sale

"Freeky" necklace - custom made by Phussy

There were plenty of patterns on show at a fabulous local indoor market today: 

Escapee from the local monastery ... I found this mint velvet and satin 1970s Jean Varon number at an op shop last year for a couple of bucks.
It looks like a cassock doesn't it?

 1970s Jean Varon velvet dress, bag, earrings - thrifted

Blue sequin belt - gift from delicious Clare

Skull necklace - craft market

Green velvet hair bow - gift from Glitters for Dinner

 Thank you so much for your responses to my previous post, I'm stunned!
Baci,
Desiree xox

I'm Everywhere I've Ever Been

It's Saturday night and hey, I'm not going to lie to you.
I'm staying in.
My body is home but my feet are dancing.
Beads and feathers are flying around the room.
In my mind, I'm somewhere no one has ever been before.
It's every gig I've been to.
Every music festival I've danced at without a care.
It's every movie I've fallen into.
Every flower I've smelled.
The loved ones I've hugged too long.
Every book I've drowned in.
Feathers.  Beads.  Sparkle.  Sequins.  Blackened  eyes.
Check back in an hour and I'll be somewhere else.

1950s sequin and bead top, granny beads, white handbag, hair flower, bangles - thrifted

Feather skirt - Glitters for Dinner

Shoes, pink cameo ring - markets

Pink star necklace - from beautiful Krista

FREEKY necklace - custom made by Phussy

Tights - Sock Dreams

Tapestry bag and earrings - Dandelion Vintage sale

Get ya freek on.
Now.
Baci,
Desiree xoxo