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Tuesday, November 15, 2011

SANDALS (featuring some lessons I've learnt already this summer)



With the warmer days upon us, I've been on the search for the ultimate summer sandal. As the above photo demonstrates, I managed to break my favourite pair of tan coloured sandals (let that be a lesson not to dance in them in the back street!) And to top it off, I had only just broken them in and started to avoid the inevitable blisters on the back of my heels.


As I'm going to be working a fair bit this summer, I needed some shoes that would work for both the office, as well as out and about in the town over Christmas and New Year.


I'm still on the hunt for a pair of leopard-print gladiators, but in the meantime, here's what I've managed to find.




First things first, here are my lovely new pair of golden flats that I bought off Urban Outfitters. I was a bit nervous as I've never bought shoes off the internet before because you usually need to try them on, but thank goodness, they're a perfect fit and extremely comfortable too. They also remind me a bit of the golden Jiffies I used to have when I was younger!




As mentioned, I need a bit more officey-type shoes as well. These shoes were very soft and practical because you can wear them with basically everything.



For those days where I would like to tower above all my friends (please grow taller friends. I'm not even tall but you make me look tall), I've got some cream canvas wedges with cork-style soles.





And the most inexpensive of all, a pair of tribal-style sandals that add a bit of colour to any outfit.




Speaking of the summer break, I've already managed to fit in a number of things of which I've learnt some valuable lessons:


1. Learn to ride your bike in the correct gear. Obliviously riding for a while in the incorrect gear can make things verrrrrry difficult.


2. Geese are very large and very intimidating when you're trying to eat a picnic.


3. Wear a full piece instead of a bikini in a beach renowned for dumping waves or you'll prioritise keeping your top up over actually swimming.


But back to the real issue at stake - have you found your perfect summer sandal yet?



Friday, November 4, 2011

Tis the season to be... RED!





Most people would agree that summer is amazing for the bright colours that it brings. Not just with the blue hue of the ocean or seasonal fruits, but in fashion too.


I'm not sure what it is, but no matter how many times we're told to unleash a bit of colour in the drearier months, most people still stick to shades of brown and grey.


Colour blocking is a trend that's been around for a while now (I can't tell you how keen I am to find myself a pair of totally impractical, bright turquoise suede wedges) but a lot of people aren't really into whacking that much colour into their outfits. After all, you don't want to look like you just walked out of an 80s music video clip.


On another note, this Prada skirt is really getting into the spirit of things, with colour and fruit and all! (that was a bit of a random add here, but I am a little bit baffled as to how prints like these actually sell... sorry Prada!)






Back to the title of this post - it's time to flaunt some red. That doesn't mean on your skin (ouch sunburn!) or even through your holiday job as a shopping-centre Santa.


Earlier this year, I wrote about red lippie. Well now it's time to import that into your clothes as well. Red's one of those colours that looks fantastic (and might I add, classic) with black and white. You don't have to go overboard (but by all means do if you want to!)


Here's something "I prepared earlier" :)


How about a cream lacy top with a military style red skirt? (given this skirt was made for the Australian WOOL Awards two years ago, it might not be the best choice for the hotter months, but you get the idea.






Or try it with a belt? Love red with navy & white polka dots.






Or if you can't manage it in your clothes, perhaps with a good old handbag.






Back to the whole Christmas holidays thing, I must admit I am pretty excited that uni is finishing up next week - hard to believe it's been a whole year since we finished school.


I'm definitely planning on heading to the beach as much as possible, but as everyone always likes to make plans (that often never happen, but are fun to make nevertheless) I'd also like to play some tennis, go snorkelling and learn some ITALIA. Bit random, but it would be so fun to be able to speak another language, not to mention be able to read those incredible fashion blogs (Milan girls seriously know how to dress).


What are your hopes for the holidays?


A White Christmas would certainly be fun, but I must admit, I'm much more inclined to embrace the outdoor BBQs, late afternoon swims and floaty summer frocks!


P.S. In regards to the first photo - I bought my 2012 diary today, along with a book that's perfect for my organisational-obsession: a yearly, monthly and weekly planner! What more could you ask for?

Sunday, October 30, 2011

Birthday madness!

My birthday was almost two weeks ago so I'm a bit slow with the uploading, but I honestly had the best day in Manly with two of my best gals, Bethany and Kathy (also known as the two who I am often mistaken for and vice versa - even was the case with our parents when we played tennis at school together!)


I couldn't have asked for anything better. We had a beautiful, sunny day set out for us as we caught the ferry over and spent a good couple of hours in the sun, indulging in some very delicious pizza and Ben & Jerry's ice cream.


I'll post some photos below, but speaking of sun, with summer fast approaching, I thought I might spruce up my blog a bit and update the layout. It's a little different but I'm hoping it'll encourage me to keep posting over the upcoming summer. As much as I love Audrey, I thought the header needed to be a bit more original, so the image is a classic one I drew with watercolour pencils.


Also on that note, Bethany and I will be starting a shared blog with photographs taken over the upcoming break. Although I will be very busy undertaking two fantastic internships, I definitely plan to fit a lot in during the evenings (thank goodness for daylight saving!) and weekends. So stay tuned!






My Greek twinnie Kathy :)




We look similar, right?


Bethany being the adventurer that she is!




AMAZING pizzas at Hugos


I think the photo speaks for itself...





Sunday, September 18, 2011

The theme song to my life

The original meaning of the word Babe
I don’t profess to be a musical genius of any sort. I’ve never really been that up to date with all the latest songs (though I suppose it’s hard to avoid not knowing about Lady Gaga’s latest hit) and I find it extremely awkward if someone asks what music I like, because I really don’t know how to answer that question. I like a bit of alternative rock but at the same time, am a sucker for an assortment of 90s classics (the “Love God” Richard Mercer would be proud of my Love Songs Dedications Hits knowledge).

But there have always been certain songs at the top of my lists – theme songs. I don’t know if I’m alone on this one, but theme songs just get me everytime (probably to the point where I’d say I’d get emotionally attached to many of them).

I put this down to the fact that I’m a huge sucker for nostalgia, and a lot of these songs remind me of particular places or good laughs I’ve had with family or friends (for example, the time my mum and I were playing the PM’s Love Theme from the movie Love Actually on the way to school a couple of years back, and as we were driving up the hill, we were in hysterics as we waved in a very royal fashion out the window to people walking by – trust me, we still find it very funny to laugh about. You need to listen to it to get the vibe we were channelling).

I suppose it’s also just one of those things where everyone wishes they had a soundtrack playing to their life. There are some moments where an orchestra playing in the background would be very apt, but as this is a very unlikely possibility, you’ll just have to keep imagining :)

For all those theme-song-lovers out there, here is my top 10:

1. Star Wars – I don’t think anyone would not know this tune. Where would the opening “In a galaxy far, far away” credits be without it? I can hear the “bzz-bzz” of lightsabers already!


2. Titanic: Celine Dion’s My Heart Will Go On – so much loved-up drama, set within a historical context. I’m sorry, but I have to say you’re a bit heartless if you don’t tear up inside a little when you hear this one. Poor Rose and Jack :(


3. Harry Potter – perhaps we’ve heard it a few too many times over the past decade, but I think that’s exactly what makes it so great. To still hear the same piece 10 years after I saw the first movie at the cinema when I was eight – that’s something pretty special. Definitely one that evokes the nostalgia within me.


4. Man From Snowy River – I don’t think I’ve ever actually even seen this movie, but it always reminds me of when I was younger and the live show was first staged at the Easter Show. Armed with bundles of showbags and blocking my ears from the booming fireworks, I’ll always link this song to a part of my childhood.


5. Jurassic Park – this one in particular gives me the goosebumps. I remember standing with my mum at Universal Studios in Hollywood on my first big holiday, as we waited for my brother and dad to come splashing out of the boat tunnel that a T-Rex supposedly pushed down. I was too small (and most likely, too scared) to go on the ride, but it’s pretty special when a song can take you back to an exact place, over 10 years ago.


6. Babe – back in the day when the word “Babe” immediately connotated thoughts of a cute, squeaky-voiced pig that lived with a family of Border Collies and a naughty, clumsy duck, rather than as a term you’d casually call your best friend – so seems to be the case these days. Sung by three mice that popped up on the bottom of the screen with the conclusion of each scene, it’s definitely one of those feel-good classics that you’ll continue to watch over and over.


7. Home Alone – another John Williams success. The song conjures up images of a mean cousin’s tarantula, a blow-up doll dancing in a bathtub, a seemingly mad bird-woman who is in fact very kind, a pair of turtledoves and a never-ending loop of traps designed to get the baddies! “KEVINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!”
(note: you should probably watch Home Alone 1 and 2 if you haven’t because, a. not only would you think what I’m writing is utterly strange, but b. you’re totally missing out if you haven’t seen them).


8. Forrest Gump – who can resist saying that “Life is like a box of chocolates”, and screaming, “RUN FORREST, RUN!” at someone who is running by? A beautiful movie with a beautiful score to match (and in my opinion, the best actor alive starring in it, Tom Hanks), what isn’t to love about the piano tinkle of this piece?


9. Pirates of the Caribbean – the first movie was my favourite for quite some time (I remember getting full marks for my dodgy glue-stick pictures/words collage combination review of it in Year 6), but the following movies for me went downhill from there. Still, a lively piece of music that evokes memories of a nighttime boat ride in Disneyland (the place that really is the happiest on earth, no kidding) – it’s a keeper.


10. And the best one of all… the Raider’s March from Indiana Jones. Does Dr Jones need any explanation? The man with the hat can get himself out of any situation. Wa-chhhh.



While there are a lot theme-songs that are at the top of my music charts (that sounded incredibly lame, but you know what I mean), for those that are looking for a SOUNDTRACK to their life, here are a few of my favourites:

Mary Poppins: yes, it is a musical but I will always love the movie version – Julie Andrews IS Mary Poppins, there’s no doubt about that. Favourite tracks: Feed the Birds, Fly a Kite and Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious (the best one is when Mr Banks goes insane at the end with his popped-out top hat and starts merrily singing through the streets).



Love Actually: it’s slightly rude but very funny – Love Actually is one of my favourite movies of all time. As mentioned before, the PM’s Love Theme is a great one to play if you want to pretend you’re royalty in the car when sitting in traffic, but other favourites in the movie are Christmas Is All Around (though I don’t condone outbursts of swear words, Bill Nighy’s version at the beginning always me giggle) and Jump – who can forget Hugh Grant’s awkward bum-wiggle dance through his house in beat to the song?



Father of the Bride: back when Steve Martin didn’t freak me out, I love both the first and second installations of the film (and I will continue to talk like Franck). Best tracks are of course the wedding classic Canon in D, and The Temptation’s My Girl, pretty much the epitome of the whole father/daughter bond through the film. Here's another song, Today I Met The Boy I'm Going To Marry:




Tarzan: all I need to say is, Phil Collins. Oh, and I can’t help but laugh whenever the song “Moves Like An Ape, Looks Like A Man” pops up onto my iPod. Reminds of of a PE lesson at school where Sarah and I both quoted the song simultaneously and proceeded to move like apes across the hockey field. Weird, I know. But hilarious.



Romy and Michele’s High School Reunion: it takes a special sort of person to appreciate a film like this. I’ve hyped it up and shown it to some friends before, who’ve then raised their eyebrows at me, forcing me to turn the film off as I was the only one laughing BUT I know there are people out there that love this 90s classic. There are many songs in the movie that I love (e.g. Naked Eyes’ Always Something There To Remind Me), but the three-person interpretative dance that went to Cyndi Lauper’s Time After Time is the best.

And with that, I’ll leave you with this:


Are you a sucker for theme songs? Do they give you goosebumps when you hear them? Vote on the poll on the right of this page as I’d love to know I’m not alone on this one (or perhaps I am…).

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Springtime through a camera lens (well, an iPhone to be exact)



I have been terribly slack with this blogging business lately, and although this won't be a very long post, I've followed what seems to be a blogging trend and posting photos I've taken using the Instagram app on my iPhone - makes even the worst photo look instantly "arty"!


Emma and I had lots of fun on our lunch break today at interning trying to take as many arty photos as we could. Here are just some, and as the title suggests, you really can sense the start of spring in the air. It was a little bit cold to start with, but soaking up the sun at lunch was so good - was definitely hard going back to the office, away from the beautiful sunshine.


I will post something properly soon as I'm on a short break now, and I can see I'm still getting page hits (so please keep coming back!)

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Childhood memories


It used to make me feel a little bit sad when I heard of the childhood's that the generation before us led. They would tend to reminisce on the “good old days” where afternoons were spent climbing apple trees, holidays were spent in the campervan down the south coast and they would stoically refuse to complain about grazed knees. More or less, their lives epitomised childhood innocence and freedom. It seemed to be that unlike our generation, they were not plagued by problems of obesity, cyber bullying or the inability to perfect the art of small talk.

I wasn’t really one to climb trees, especially not after my cousin refused to come down from the one in our backyard and ended up falling and breaking his arm…

I’ve lived in my current house since I was twelve, almost thirteen. I’m close to the beach, the city, uni and of course, a massive shopping centre. As a teenager, there has been no looking back. I love living where I do.

We recently sold our old house, the one I grew up in pre-teen years. I had not really given it much thought in recent times and sometimes it was a struggle to remember a time when I did live there (I know I’m not old but when you’ve lived somewhere for a number of years, it’s hard to remember living some place else before it).

I’d been a couple of times to see how my parents had renovated it. To us, it was one house, but they had converted it back into its former glory as two semi-detached homes. It was weird being on one side of the house and not being able to go straight through to the other side!

As the orange glow of dusk began to set in one afternoon I visited, it seemed as though I was living déjà vu – walking the same steps that I once did years before. Walking through the house reminded me that although I perhaps never led the “old school” conventional childhood of cheeky rebellion, I had not been engulfed by the issues that surround so many kids these days.

I remember the bike races I had with my brother in the backyard where we eagerly wore a track into the perimeter of the grass, peddling faster with each lap as though we were in a real race. The bikes also came in handy when my brother would ride his bike past our “drive in” at our cubby house where I had prepared a plastic burger in a paper bag from my plastic kitchenette.

We also had a swing that my dad had made between two tall trees in the yard, so close that you had to aim with each swing or you’d bash your elbow hard into the bark. Hot days saw us jumping off the trampoline into our blow up pool, met by super soaker fights and running through the sprinkler.

I still remember the plastic crocodile that sat on top of our shed for god knows what reason, and how our neighbours in the apartment block next-door thought it was real. I remember the excitement from our Beagle, Geordie, when we arrived home from a trip away, where she’d see us at the back gate and race around to the back door on the other side to greet us.




For some reason, I remember the interesting food creations that my brother used to try and encourage me to eat. Being six years older than me, I suppose he realised that I probably would follow what he would do, though I was smart enough to know not to eat his lemonade ice block/tomato sauce mixture that resulted in an immediate bout of illness in the laundry sink…

Still, those were the days when I wasn’t too uncool to be around. Thankfully we’ve passed the teenage years where constant arguing was a sibling necessity, but I also think we’ve passed the stage of fort making with mattresses. I seem to remember it being a common pastime to re-enact the Scar/Simba Lion King battle between our two armchairs that would result in someone falling down the gap in the middle – usually me, though that was inevitable with my insistence on being Scar because I thought he was “prettier”.

Our house also held memories with the extended family. I remember setting up a pop-up tent in our sunroom to have mini picnics on flower-shaped plates with my second cousins, and setting up a “haunted hallway” with my cousin, which we forced my brother and other cousin to walk through – that was prior to the deodorant fights which resulted in a very strongly scented house (probably not good for our health either).

I long for the wisdom that I know my grandmothers would impart on me now, but I am so thankful for the memories that I have of them at that house. I loved hearing stories from my maternal Grandma about her naughty dog Jack, the mutt who I distinctly remembering hearing caused havoc when he jumped out of a car upon knowing he was being taken to the vet for an injection, to interrupt a children’s birthday party, run along the table and spill tomato sauce everywhere (don’t question it, that’s how it was). I remember the times when I was just learning how to write, and so we would write little notes to one another telling each other about what we did that day, some of which I still have. My memories with my paternal Grandma, although different, are ones I also cherish. She emphasised the importance of deportment, as well as spelling and grammar - I bet you couldn’t spell “ophthalmologist” if I asked you to! 

Sunday mornings at our house were spent snuggling under the doona watching Video Hits with the family, clips including Britney Spears, Shania Twain, NSYNC, Spice Girls and Sixpence None The Richer with their hit 1999 “Kiss Me”, just to name a few. Waking up was always a special time for me because I associate it with the best time of year when you’re a kid – Christmas! Our household was a different in that Santa used to come a little bit earlier than other houses. I’d go to bed early and wake to hear sleigh bells (thanks family…) still on Christmas Eve to signal the opening of our presents – mine all proudly bought for a total of $20 from the two-dollar shop. They must have been alright though because my brother still has the weird gremlin figurine I gave him, my dad still has the mini statue of a man at a petrol pump and my mum, a mini piano that plays Fur Elise when you open the lid. That house was also the one that I lost my fetish for dummies (the ones babies have in their mouths before you wonder what I’m talking about!) because Santa requested he had them for Rudolph. He even had the courtesy to write me a thank you note with remarkably similar handwriting to my mum's!

These were the sorts of memories that gave me an overwhelming sense of nostalgia when I was back in the halls. It was devoid of our furniture and was no longer one single house, but I still remembered the gravelly sound of tricycles on the pavement outside, the cold winter mornings we sprinted across the backyard to get brekkie when our kitchen was being renovated, and the number of times my dad raced us around the backyard in a wheelbarrow.

In some sense, it’s sad to know that a chapter of my life has been closed, but really, there’s no arguing it was a damn good one - one that I wouldn’t trade apple tree climbing for any day.

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Dear Diary



I don't think I have ever collected so much stuff that I could be considered a hoarder. Sure there were phases - try the Mary Kate and Ashley obsession when I was about 10 where I had everything from their cherry-print bedspread, to posters on my wall, to their crimson velvet flared pants, complete with a suede criss-cross fastener on the front (was that a mouthful, or what?!) On a completely different note, I've also kept every single letter/postcard/birthday card since I was about four, an obsession I'm glad I've kept because there's nothing better than finding hand written notes from my Grandma given to me when I was learning how to write myself.


I suppose you can be considered a hoarder when you collect stuff you don't reallllly need, but that you can't bear to throw out. That being said, I suppose I could be considered the diary hoarder.


Now I don't mean the "Dear Diary" type of diaries that the title of this post might suggest. I've never kept a journal, and although I think Lizzie McGuire inspired me to create my own in grade 5 (it was one of those techno password journals that you had to speak to in order to open it up), I was so embarrassed upon reading the melodramas I'd written in it years later that I made sure it was torn into un-readable pieces and thrown in the bin.


No, I'm talking about those things you write your schedules in. The to-do lists, friend's birthdays, due dates - you know the type. Now before you roll your eyes and go "oh she's one of those boring types!", I would rather like to think of myself just as someone who thrives on organisation. Without sounding like a complete weirdo, I truly love the feeling when I can cross something off, and I know I'm not the only one (remember the satisfaction when you crossed off your completed exams during the HSC?)


I'm onto my fifth diary for this year because I just haven't settled on the right type (one was a cheap little one I used before I was able to pick up a uni diary which ended up being unsuitable anyway, one had a day per page meaning I couldn't see the week as a whole, and another was a compendium that was too bulky for my handbag). Who would have thought I'd end up settling on one that cost 50c? Though admittedly I did purchase it when we were already halfway through the year.


So after this long winded ramble, I suppose I should get to the heart of the matter. I've owned a school diary ever since Year 2 and although many wouldn't have a clue where their school diaries are (and didn't know even whilst we were still at school), I just can't chuck these hard covered babies in the bin - even if my busiest day in Year 2 resembled this...






And the lead up to Easter was spent productively doing this...






To be fair though, the majority of my diary looked like this by the end of high school...






Are you a hoarder of something? Why is it we can so readily throw some things out, yet we can't throw completely useless objects in the bin? The fact that I need more wardrobe space should be a big enough motivator in itself!

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Vintage Lace & Mexican Tacos



My first post in quite some time! I apologise for being so slow - things have been popping up here and there, but nevertheless, I'm posting now :)


Some of you would probably have realised that I am quite addicted to vintage shopping. I love finding something that you know no one else your age will have (that makes me sound like I enjoy dressing like a Grandma but you know what I mean) and I love to think the piece of clothing has had another life - it wasn't just mass-produced from a factory.


You might have seen my post previously on the beautiful vintage sequin top that I bought. Well I was lucky enough to be able to snatch up another lucky find this time in the same shop - a delicate lace jacket. It's not to everyone's taste but I think it is genuinely beautiful. While some people are handbag/shoe collectors, I love a good jacket, and to find one in lace just topped it off! I imagine it'll look great with a black dress, or even dressed down with a pair of jeans.







I had the most lovely outing with Eleanor, Rad and Beth on the perfect winter's day - the air was cold and crisp, yet the sun was still shining. I wish I had taken my camera, but never fear, we've concluded we'll be heading back sometime very soon. And I couldn't resist taking a photo on my phone of our delicious lunch at a little Mexican restaurant - tacos, corn chips, guacamole and salsa. Unfortunately for you, I forgot to take a photo of our trip to the French patisserie, so just imagine a chocolate tart that is literally just that - pure, soft chocolate encased in a thin tart.



Special thanks to my dressmakers mannequin who is known fondly in my household as "Monica". She might be armless, legless and headless, but she stands perfectly still - the perfect model if you ask me!

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Winter Woolies

Myer has their season stocktake sale and I was lucky to pick up a few bargains this morning :)

Red Cable Knit Jumper


Low slung handbag (I love this jacquard-weave texture on bags)


Earrings in fact reduced to $2.50 :)

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Treasure Trove

So I've been majorly slack and haven't posted for a few weeks, but with holidays in one week, I promise I will be blogging HEAPS more. While this post is not particularly content-heavy, here are some bargains I found at Diva in Darling Harbour today, on a fish and chips luncheon with my parents :) Lovely way to spend a sunny Winter Sunday.

LOVE Ring - $3
Tri-Stone Ring - $5
Stone Knotted "Shanti" Bracelet - $5
Catseye Studs - $2
Diamond Bow Drop Earrings - $3

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Don't give me that "hair past a freckle" response - get a wristwatch already!

Before our UTS press conference a couple of weeks ago, we were asked who had a wristwatch. I thought perhaps half of us would have put our hands up. I love wristwatches - not only are they practical, but they are definitely a great fashion accessory :)

However I was honestly blown away when only about 10 out of 250+ put their hands up, myself included. Being journalists, I would have thought punctuality was a necessity, but I suppose with mobile phones being far more mainstream than they were say 10 years ago, people don't see a need for a wristwatch.

To tell you the truth, my wrist feels naked without one. I'll usually be wearing one unless I'm exercising because I don't want to make my lovely white leather and rose gold watch all yucky (you can see a photo of it in a previous post - What's The Time Mr Wolf?)

I still remember the first watch I had. It had been passed onto me from a family friend, and it had Mickey Mouse in the middle of the face, his arms as the hands of the watch. Pretty cool if you ask me, but as I chewed everything in my sight in those days, I sadly sucked the life (literally) out of the fabric band. Not good.

My Grandma taught me how to tell the time on this this practise clock she'd made herself on the cardboard from a Rice Bubbles packet. Since I was about 7, I've had a watch permanently on my wrist. I can remember the flower-face silver watch I was given one year for Christmas on a stretch-metal band. Its brand was "Girlfriend" (yep, the magazine had it's own brand going) and it was actually genuinely a beautiful watch. A little hard to read perhaps with only two numbers, the 6 and the 12, on display but fancy nonetheless. 

I've also gone through the Swatch watch obsession faze. I wanted nothing more than a Swatch watch and was given one for Christmas in 2007 - after which I discovered my friend Bethany was given the exact same watch and we argued the entire year about who actually got it "first" (technically, I did because of the time difference between here and England) and who "copied" the other person. That watch has seen it's fair wear and tear and now rests in my draw. It was also known as the watch that "ticks really loudly" - particularly annoying to those who sat near me alphabetically in exams or to those sleeping over at my house. It was known to tick at the opposite time to my wall clock which could make sleeping a litttttle difficult at times.

Perhaps that was a load of ramble but I just had to say it. Watches don't have to be boring - the bigger the better! I think they often add the final touch to an outfit and they're very handy when someone asks what the time is (avoids the mad scramble in your bag to find your phone - "Can you ring my phone? I can't seem to find it amongst all this junk.").

If you love jewellery but really aren't into the idea of wearing a watch, there are watches that are disguised as a bangle. The one shown above is from ModCloth.com - the quality doesn't look the greatest but there's a million out there if you look.

Do you wear a watch regularly? I'd love to know why/why not. Make sure you vote in the poll on the righthand sidebar :)

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

The typical (female) uni student

As we delve into the colder months, there is a certain style that radiates amongst a large majority of uni students. I think it’s largely to do with the areas I’m around (hello indie writers and artsy designers), but there certainly is that boho (and for some, slightly hobo) look taking hold of our campus.

Let me explain.

To start things off, we have the leggings. Now don't get me wrong, I actually love printed leggings, but as a mere observation, students are usually flaunting a pair of dusty floral or black/white pattern pair, reminiscent of Ksubi street/grunge styles.

(Source: Golestaneh - Street Style)

Then we have the oversized knitted sweater, usually with a lot of holes to either a) create an effortless style that looks like it’s just been casually thrown on, or b) remind the rest of the world that you are a uni student who is lacking in funds. Or both. Mustard and off-cream are the common colours.


Hair is long and wavy (this makes me jealous), and on occasion, paired with a knitted beret.

And feet… combat boots. All I can think of is Mia Thermopolis from The Princess Diaries when I hear those two words. 


Effortlessly boho or copycat hobo? I’m uncertain but don’t think I didn’t hear about those UTS students sourcing their meals from local dumpsters…

What styles are you finding common at your uni? I’m interested to hear, especially if you're from a different faculty (come on budding scientists!)

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Sewing fuelled by chocolate


Though Easter has been fairly low-key in our household, I still awoke to find a little trail of yummy Cadbury chocolate eggs in the kitchen - thanks Mum...I mean, Easter Bunny. And it was much needed because today I set the goal of finishing that blue skirt. Remember that dress that was my first post about Vinnies on here? It's only taken me about 2 months to get around to making (and even though the fast approaching winter dictates I probably won't be wearing it for a while), but it's finally done!

You can see my post about the dress here, and the post about the jacket I made from it here.

To start off, who can resist a Home Improvement re-run on TV to keep them company?


Yep, the sewing machine has permanently stolen the dining room table.


For anyone interested in how the skirt came to be, here's what I did.

Back in February when I made the jacket half, all I did was unpick the top half from the bottom half.

Today I needed to take it in around the waist as there was far too much fabric, so I took in 10cm from either side, and curved it into the seam with a 15cm dart (sorry for those who have NO idea what I am talking about, but all I really mean is that I took it in from the top, and instead of taking it in all the way down the length of the dress, I curved it around to the edge 15cm down the seam. If you can see the yellow pinhead on the right of the fabric in the photo below, you can kind of see what I mean).


This probably wasn't the best method of doing things, but to make the waist band, I took this coloured piece of ribbon and measured it around my waist, cutting it off to the correct length. Then, I turned the skirt inside out and folded over the raw edge (this is where the ribbon would be placed). As there is so much fabric in the skirt, it meant I had to gather the fabric to the length of the waistband, so I went along, pinning so that the bunching was fairly even all the way around.


I sewed this into place, and then flipped the edge over again so that the ribbon was encased inside the fabric, sewing this into place. This was where the workmanship became a little dodgy as you would usually hand-sew this into place so that you didn't see the machine stitch on the right side of the fabric. However, as the thread is blue, you can't really see it, and as the fabric is quite bunchy, the machine stitching is much stronger to hold it in place than hand-sewing would be.

Below is a photo of the zip I used. I would've usually gone for a royal blue zip considering the colour of the fabric, but as this was a rather spontaneous project for the day, this aqua zip was the best I could find. If it makes it any better, the aqua actually matches the colour of the flowers on the fabric :)


Once this was sewn in, I hand-sewed in a hook and eye to catch in the top of the zip so it wouldn't gape. Although the skirt was originally meant to be a longer, "maxi" skirt, in reality, it was quite an awkward length, so I took up about a 10cm wide hem on the bottom and hand-stitched this into place. 

And finally, here's the finished product! The fabric has a beautiful flow to it and you can't see it in the photo, but there is pleating in the fabric which looks fantastic.


And just to finish off this picture/writing heavy post, who can forget the Fanta spider that kept me going? Yep, I can already feel my teeth rotting but it was well worth it!