Fashion is not monogamous!

This is possibly the worst blog for a few reasons:
1. It has existed for over a year and has only a few posts
2. There is no point of difference from the other blogs out there
3. I've realised that it's silly to be anonymous

At 10:49pm on a Friday night I've decided that I should address these issues (eventually). What I feel is most relevant at this stage is stipulating my point of difference from all the other blogs. So here goes...

I'm a 23 year old girl and I am guilty of being a fashion disaster for several years. To be completely honest, I still haven't quite figured it out so this blog will be a journey of the lessons I've learnt in an attempt to find my own style.

What I've realised is that when it comes to style it doesn't have to be one style. Fashion is not monogamous. So it is acceptable to have clothes that a sport the homeless look, sporty, casual and conservative in the same wardrobe. Personally I have a mix of both because I like to be a girly girl and sometimes alternative (let's face it some things from OPP shops do sport the homeless look depending on how you style it).

I cannot decide whether these are inspirations or aspirations?

Fierce fashion (damn you Tyra for putting that word in our vocabulary) 

Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen effortlessly cool chic look

I want me some Sam Edelman shoes so badly.....

I cannot live without stockings (not leggings there is a difference ladies) 

There is more but I'm too tired and lazy to finish. So stay tuned folks... 

Send an email if I have not cited the original source of photos.

skulls

from here

Skulls.
Seriously cool.
Disturbing and dark to most.
This book has inspired my next tattoo.
So you'll have to tune in folks.
x

Wild For Lee Wild Jeans

I bought these jeans a few months ago and a blog dedication is way overdue.
Once worn in they are super comfortable and a perfect height since I'm a shortie (so no alternations yeeha!)
I had some problems with the stitching and needed to return my first pair, but overall I am very happy with them. They can be bought from here and here.

Combination one: Top - Urban Outfitters.
Combination two: Boyfriend blazer - Urban Outfitters, Sportsgirl tank, Necklace - Edge, Rings - Chanel and Topshop.
Combination three: Cardigan - MinkPink, Leopard blouse - OppShop Carla Zampatti, Sportsgirl Tank, Edge necklace.

Good luck resisting these babies x

'A Letter to Men', by Christina Hendricks

We love your body. If we're in love with you, we love your body. Your potbelly, everything. Even if you're insecure about something, we love your body. You feel like you're not this or that? We love your body. We embrace everything. Because it's you. 


Speaking of your body, you don't understand the power of your own smell. Any woman who is currently with a man is with him partly because she loves the way he smells. And if we haven't smelled you for a day or two and then we suddenly are within inches of you, we swoon. We get light-headed. It's intoxicating. It's heady.

We remember forever what you say about the bodies of other women. When you mention in passing that a certain woman is attractive — could be someone in the office, a woman on the street, a celebrity, any woman in the world, really — your comment goes into a steel box and it stays there forever. We will file the comment under "Women He Finds Attractive." It's not about whether or not we approve of the comment. It's about learning what you think is sexy and how we might be able to convey it. It's about keeping our man by knowing what he likes.

We also remember everything you say about our bodies, be it good or bad. Doesn't matter if it's a compliment. Could be just a comment. Those things you say are stored away in the steel box, and we remember these things verbatim. We remember what you were wearing and the street corner you were standing on when you said it.

Never complain about our friends — even if we do. No matter how many times we say a friend of ours is driving us crazy, you are not to pile on. Not because it offends us. But because it adds to the weight that we carry around about her.

Remember what we like. When I first started dating my husband, I had this weird fascination with the circus and clowns and old carnival things and sideshow freaks and all that. About a month after we started dating, he bought me this amazing black-and-white photo book on the circus in the 1930s, and I started sobbing. Which freaked him out. I thought, Oh, my God, I mentioned this three or four weeks ago and talked about it briefly, but he was really listening to me. And he actually went out and researched and found this thing for me. It was amazing.

We want you to order Scotch. It's the most impressive drink order. It's classic. It's sexy. Such a rich color. The glass, the smell. It's not watered down with fruit juice. It's Scotch. And you ordered it.

Stand up, open a door, offer a jacket. We talk about it with our friends after you do it. We say, "Can you believe he stood up when I approached the table?" It makes us feel important. And it makes you important because we talk about it.

No shorts that go below the knee. The ones almost like capri pants, the ones that hover somewhere between the kneecap and the calf? Enough with those shorts. They are the most embarrassing pants in the world. They should never be worn. No woman likes those.

Also, no tank tops. In public at least. A tank top is underwear. You're walking around in your underwear. Too much.

No man should be on Facebook. It's an invasion of everyone's privacy. I really cannot stand it.

You don't know this, but when we come back from a date, we feel awkward about that transition from our cute outfit into sexy lingerie. We don't know how to do this gracefully. It's embarrassing. We have to find a way to slip into another room, put on the outfit as if it all happened very easily, and then come out and it's: Look at me! Look at the sexy thing I've done! For you, it's the blink of an eye. It's all very embarrassing. Just so you know.

Panties is a wonderful word. When did you stop saying "panties"? It's sexy. It's girlie. It's naughty. Say it more.

About ogling: The men who look, they really look. It doesn't insult us. It doesn't faze us, really. It's just — well, it's a little infantile. Which is ironic, isn't it? The men who constantly stare at our breasts are never the men we're attracted to.

There are better words than beautiful. Radiant, for instance. It's an underused word. It's a very special word. "You are radiant." Also, enchanting, smoldering, intoxicating, charming, fetching.

Marriage changes very little. The only things that will get a married man laid that won't get a single man laid are adultery and whores. Intelligence and humor (and your smell) are what get you laid. That's what got you laid when you were single. That's what gets you laid when you're married. Everything still works in marriage: especially intelligence and humor. Because the sexiest thing is to know you.

Photographs are from LA Times Magazine shoot.

hit & miss

My asos order finally arrived!!

I adore everything, except the elephant tee.

Wrong size sent. Grrr.... 

Like the backpack? 

I have been eyeing off vintage leather ones from ebay.

I always get outbid.

Tough luck.

It's my last year studying at university...so it's needed.

backpack:asos

i ♥ asos

It's like waiting for Christmas over again.

Instead of Santa, I'm waiting for the post man to deliver the goodies......

Hurry up already!

xxx 

Bought from here

internet clothing haul....

Shopping. Clothes. Accessories.
I'll be honest resisting temptation has never been a strong suit of mine.

*Sigh*.... If only money grew on trees.

So here are some of my recent shopping spree hauls.... and don't worry. I wear all things leopard with extreme caution.

xxx

All bought from here