Tuesday, April 22, 2014

You Are My Peaches and Potatoes










Suboo jumpsuit | Wittner wedges (similar here and here) | Anklet (similar here)

Photos by Kiara Musca

Easter long weekends are for road trips, the countryside, beach time and hanging out with family and friends. I spent the majority of my Easter long weekend doing exactly that, minus my own family. With half of them in Bunbury, half of them over in Byron and only limited funds for fuel, I made the executive decision to adopt my housemate's family in Perth for the long weekend. So, with no family plans of my own, on Good Friday my housemate and I hightailed it into the valley on a whim, and this is what came of it.

I haven't been out to the Swan Valley since I attended a wedding there around this time last year. I regret not going more often as it really is such a beautiful area, and it is only a 30 minute drive from home. Endless rows of vines, big estates and super golf - how could you not fall in love?! Our Good Friday escapades didn't end there... we cafe hopped, wined and dined, beached it, visited family members, went flower shopping and attended a birthday party (not without sustaining alcohol fuelled acrobatic trick injuries). As for the rest of the weekend... oh my, that is a blur. Whoops.
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Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Standing the Test of Time





Vintage t-shirt (similar here and here) | Op-shopped skirt (similar here) | Vintage belt (similar here) | Op-shopped heels (similar here) | Lime Crime Poisonberry Lipstick

Today I realised that my bedroom is nothing more than a giant walk in wardrobe with a bed in the middle. Aside from the fact I have many, many personal belongings (most of which fall into the clothing, shoes, bags or accessories categories), I also have a burning desire to have everything I own out on display on racks and shelves and hooks. And by everything, I really mean everything. I even have all of the old pairs of pointe shoes I snapped the shanks on over the years hanging from my curtain rod as a sick reminder of how much I love ballet.

In the process of unpacking everything I own from the suitcases I had hidden under my bed, I rediscovered this oldie-but-goody of a tee. It has to be at least 25 years young, but it doesn't look a day over 1. It would have seen well over 100 washes, and it is still holding together like a pro. My dad used to wear this when he was a DJ at a disco that was run by himself and a mate. Yes, my dad was that cool. Yes, my dad wore really tight t-shirts. Yes, my dad is ridiculously proud whenever he sees me wear his tee.
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Sunday, April 13, 2014

Because I am Happy









Ethel & Leo top | Ethel & Leo pants | Boohoo heels (similar here and here) | GALA by G necklace | Op-shopped blazer (similar here) | Kayser bralette

The last few months I have perfected my "How to be Happy" recipe.

Ingredients:
- A supportive, ridiculously fun, hilarious network of friends and family that you can't believe you never had before. I am talking the type of people that will help you drag a perfectly good beer pong table about a kilometre up the road because roadside collection is cheaper than Bunnings... the type of people that tell you buying a ticket to Sydney to ultimately further yourself is more important than buying a bed... the type of people that make you think what you are doing and what you love perhaps isn't that airy-fairy and is nothing to be reserved about... and the type of people that, when you phone them for sympathy when you stub the buggery out of your toe, tell you "they better call you a toe-truck" to assist with your issues.
- A great playlist. Must include songs that have a certain level of nostalgia and/or dance value attached. Even better when played at a volume that makes it audible to pedestrians even when your windows are closed and you are zooming past at 70km/hr. 50 bonus points for totally inappropriate music in totally inappropriate situations (i.e. Mickey Avalon at work).
- The ability to laugh at yourself and not take yourself too seriously. Because one Kristen Stewart is all the world can handle at present. Plus, if your company is causing a serious lack in the laughs, at least you can laugh at yourself (see ingredient #1 to ensure this never becomes an issue).
- A wardrobe full of things that, when worn, make you feel amazing. Priscilla Queen of the Desert eat your heart out. Less drab, more drag fab. In my case, my feelgood wardrobe consists of crazy prints, giant bows, a rainbow of colour and a fuckload of glitter. Exhibit A: the above photos
- A list of goals. You mightn't kick one through the goal posts straight off the bat (my sport analogies are off the player position chart right now), but getting a whole heap of points through while keeping your eyes on that goal feels just as good. Everyone loves to win and everyone loves accomplishing what they set out to do.

Method:
1. Do what makes you happy, after all you are the only one in charge of your success and where your life is headed.
2. Give life a giant thumbs up and smile at every opportunity
3. Stick it to the haters and make them hate even more. If you aren't hated by someone you aren't stirring the pot or making a good enough impression.

So far, my recipe seems to be panning out pretty well for me.

What is keeping you as happy as Larry at the moment?
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Friday, April 11, 2014

From the Beauty Cupboard





Dermalogica Ultracalming Cleanser | Kosmea Facial Cleansing Wipes | Dermalogica Conditioning Body Wash | VO5 Smoothly Does It Hair Spray | Bloom Nail Polish | Kosmea Hydrating Rosewater Mist | Toni & Guy Volumising Plumping Whip

I am yet to work out if I am to blame my mum or my dad for my sensitive skin and frizzy hair. I am leaning more towards mum's Mauritian heritage for the hair thing, and both my parents for the combination Mauritian/Italian skin. While having this wonderfully youthful and stubborn "I can't handle moisturiser because I feel like I don't need it and will just sweat it out" skin has its perks (the entire 5 days I was away, everyone was dead set I was under 18), upholding a normal skin care regime is difficult at best. Even just thinking about moisturiser or makeup is enough to kick start uncomfortable facial perspiration.

I literally can't put anything on my skin without it being rejected via beads of moisture. Not even sensitive skin moisturisers are welcome on my fussy face. In the lifelong quest to find beauty products my face accepts, nothing has been more welcome in my beauty regime than Dermalogica's Ultracalming Cleanser, Kosmea's Facial Wipes, and the life-changing Kosmea Hydrating Rosewater Mist. Finally, I am able to indulge in a somewhat normal skin regime without abnormal reactions! The delicate nature of the rosewater mist is just what my skin needs, while the face wash and wipes are gentle enough so as not to irritate.

My hair, now that is another story. Gorgeously curly when it wants to be, yet eternally frizzy, it can be a total pain in the hair follicle to work with. I have tried product after product in the quest for gorgeously smooth curly hair, and it seems there is always something letting me down. So far, no such thing has happened with the VO5 spray and Toni & Guy whip... and I promise to keep you posted should anything change!
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Tuesday, April 8, 2014

She Sells Sea Shells by the Sea Shore















Suboo top (similar here) | Ethel & Leo shorts | Jelly Beans Jellies (similar here and here)

I have been on many holidays in my life, of which, only a handful have been 100% ocean free. Singapore, Mauritius, Southern WA, Northern WA, NSW, VIC... wherever I have been (with the exception of my 2 Euro-trips) there has always been water. Growing up beachside means that I can claim to be part mermaid, thus preferring to holiday where there is at least one opportunity to be by the ocean. In Sydney, it was a day spent at Bondi. Nothing cures a raging hangover like the beach. Even better is a beach where beer/wine/spirits are within a 200m radius of the water.

There is a reason that Bondi beach is so well known, and that reason is presented in these here images. JUST. LOOK. AT. IT. From North Bondi to Bondi Icebergs, every inch of the coast is so picturesque. It took all of my will power to not dive into the ocean in head to toe silk/get butt naked then and there and go skinny dipping.
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