Fashion Confessions

I saw a thread on Vogue Forums a while ago about 'Fashion Confessions'- I know I'm guilty of heaaaaaaps of fashion crimes, so I thought I'd list them here and try to reform or smething:

1. I handwash all my clothes (except school and work uniform, which I don't give a shizz about). I think it's some form of OCD. I just don't want to stretch my denim shorts out of shape or wear out my cotton basics or unravel my lace or tear my chiffon. So rather than reading and obeying the care labels, I just chuck everythign in the bathtub and wash it that way.
   
2. Sometimes I'm too lazy to hand wash my clothes- so sometimes, I just don't wash them. I know I know, I can hear you retching and gagging, I KNOW. It's disgusting and unhygienic and I'm a filthy pig who lives in a slum. But look here, why waste a whole bathtub of water for an outfit you wore for 4 hours or so.
   
3. When theres only one size left and it's a little too small, I buy the item of clothing anyway. In hopes that my ribcage or pelvis would magically shrink overnight and I could squeeze into them. Needless to say, it doesn't work- and my lucky sister gets a fair share of wardrobe. This applies to shoes too, except I practically snap my toes off squeezing my feet in, then grin and bear it.
   
4. I stockpile on items. When something currently interests me (usually a style of shoe or jewellery), I buy it in every colour. And then I usually never get to wear all of them because they begin to bore me, or I find better things to wear.
5. I buy expensive underwear. I know no one is ever going to see them (not for a while, if ever...) but the comfort of knowing that I'm wearing pretty, perfectly matching underwear helps me get through rough days.
   
6. I don't like to throw out anything. This includes tops and stuff I've had since I was 12. I maintain the belief that everything will be useful someday, so I better not throw it out. I've made the mistake of throwing things out in the past, thinking that there is no way in hell I'd ever wear it again. But hell turned over and I needed it, AND IT WAS GONE!!! So never again!
7. I have so many pretty formal/evening dresses that I've bought on sale, or taken from Work Experience last year (taken, as in with permission, not stolen, mind you). I never find the occasion to wear them though, so they're just hanging there in my wardrobe, immaculate and crying out to be worn.
8. Whenever I buy anything new, I wear it around the house (if no one's home that is). Especially with shoes. I can clomp around the house for a whole afternoon in brand new shoes.
9. I think I unconsciously pick close friends according to their shoe size. Jenny L and Van are both my shoe size, which is fantastique for when we're out in heels and our feet start to hurt, and we need to change shoes so our feet can relax in a different environment for a little while.
10. I throw away all my clothes receipts immediately, so no one ever finds out how much I actually spend on clothing. To make matters worse, I keep all my receipts for things like groceries or books in my wallet, so people rifling through my wallet think 'm broke for a smart/unavoidable reason.

I'm a terrible person. Fashion gods, please forgive me and permit my soul to rest in fashion heaven (or a Chanel store) someday.

Before I go, GUESS WHOSE DAD IS BUYING A DSLR CAMERA?!?! Even though it won't technically be mine, I'm sure my dad will share. Then I can start taking outfit pictures again without feeling pissed off at the camera. MINI RANT TIME: I hate taking outfit pictures with my crappy camera because you can't see the details of half the things I wear! And anything that is dark blue/purple looks like black, and anything that's cream or beige looks white, AND IT'S DISGUSTING. SO I'm going to save myself the trouble and just write long rambly posts until I am united with the camera.

10 Reasons Why I Hate Hot Weather

1. There are so many flies everywhere ready to chomp my face off. I hypothesise that if I didnt swat them away with my hands- if I just stood there waiting for flies to come eat my face off, they would. One would probably land, then send smelly signals to his friends and the whole colony would come and chomp my face off.

2. My hair frizzles up and goes funny, or clamps onto my forehead/neck. It's disgusting! I wish they had neck/face antiperspirant.

3. Because I sweat like crazy, and sweating leads to drinking more water, and drinking more water leads to going to the toilet more. It is a VICIOUS CYCLE, and once you're in it, you'll never manage to break out!!! I swear I've consumed at least 5 600ml bottles of water today.

4. You can only wear like a maximum of 3 items of clothing, including underwear. There are only so many things you can wear, then all the combinations are gone and you're stuck wearing the same old stinky thing over and over again. And actually PUTTING on clothes is a huge chore in the morning too. When its forty degrees, all you want to do is waddle around the house in your underpants.

5. You feel all drowsy and incoherent and unable to think straight. The whole world is woozy (though it might be the heat waves and not your brain), and all you want to do is fall asleep but you cant because YOU ARE IN AN ANCIENT HISTORY LESSON and everybody knows you cant just drop asleep in the middle of an Ancient History lesson, you might miss out on something important.

Okay forget about 10, the heat is getting to me, 5 will do!

Trompe l'oeil

English Extension makes me view the world in a new way. EXAMPLE: clothing have 'techniques', just like poems or short stories or movies do. Like for a runway collection, designers can have themes or make references and allusions or make use of satire or have metaphors and such. And now for a collection with pastiche and verisimilitude- Rosalind Keep's Trompe L'Oeil.








I AM SO IN LOVE. I want the bustier-tutu-dress printed tank dress!! They're launching for around $70-$80 at Oasis SOON. I doubt Centrelink will stop being a bitch anytime soon, so I guess that's another sacrifice to blame on the government.

Oh and one more thing: DAUL KIM: OH. MY. GOD. I CANNOT BELIEVE SHE IS DEAD. She was just on the cover of Russh JUST THEN, AND NOW SHE'S GONE. RIP Daul Kim.

To Write Love on Her Arms

Last week's outfit: (I'm extremely lagged for everything, from purchases to schoolwork to blog posts)

Dress: self made,
Trench: second hand,
Belt: Supre,
Necklace: Diva,
Shoes: Barkins.

Recent happenings:

• I'm still broke
• This swimsuit I ordered (before I ran out of money) arrived in the mail!! I'm super duper excited to wear it, can someone throw a pool party?
• My final piano exam is coming up next saturday, I'm going to be a crazy piano-playing machine for the coming week, so don't expect any posts
• My thumb is starting to throb from texting so much
• I successfully planned a babushka themed party:

Babushka face with the birthday boy's face:


A babushka envelope: (there was another babushka envelope inside, then two more inside each other, and finally a miniature babushka card)


A babushka ball (nicknamed Vladimir, was created over two periods with a lot of paper, a cricket ball. and highlighters)


Advocating To Write Love On Her Arms day:

Summer Lovin'

Instead of figuring out what to do for all my major projects, I have been shopping for swimwear. Which is terrible because the week I decided to take a break from work and focus on school, Centrelink decided to cut off my payments, and now I am surviving with no source of income, a giant mountain of debt, and an even large list of things I need to buy (no really, I mean need- like the fabric for my Design and Tech major work. I need to start that NOW, BUT CENTRELINK IS SCREWING ME OVER.)

Lets all dissolve our problems by absorbing ourselves in beautiful swimwear and daydreams of the summer holiday.

Miss Marcs- Marc by Marc Jacobs £110.00


Victoria's Secrets plunge monokini- $98


One Teaspoon Give Me Love 1piece- $90


Bow Chain Bandini Top + Bottoms- Marc by Marc Jacobs, $107


camilla and marc Heart Of Glass swimsuit- $249


Jets by Jessika Allen- Harbour Side bow front one piece, $160


Herve Leger by Max Azria


Seafolly Gold Dust Maillot- £70


Jets by Jessika Allen Womens Swimwear Ruffle Shoulder One Piece- $260


Lover the Label- strapless underwire one piece $341


Zoe Elizabeth underwire lace bikini- $230

We're Here!!

As a primary school kid, I used to look up to the Year 6 kids, thinking that we were worlds apart. They were so much taller and smarter, they probably knew where they wanted to get in the world, and how to get there. When I started Year 6, I realised that there was nothing to it. There was no magical spell cast to make me feel any taller- I was still shorter than everyone, even some of the gigantic kindergarten kids. I wasn't as smart as I thought I'd be, and when we graduated, I felt kind of cheated. Where was the wisdom?! Why didn't I feel that much of an adult yet?!

Then I got to Year 7. It was a whole new world, and I realised what a mistake I had made. Year 6 kids didn't know anything, it was the Year 12 kids who did. They were the ones who wore the white shirts that set them years away from us, who abbreviated their subjects, to "Chem" or "Legal" or "Modern". They probably knew exactly what they want to do with life, and they all probably had experienced love.

I'm here now. We're all here, and even though we all wear our embarassingly transparent white shirts, or shorten the names for all our subjects, we aren't that much taller or wiser. Maybe you guys are, but I probably haven't grown since Year 6. And those freakishly tall kindergarten kids are probably twice my height now. Nor do I really know what I want to do with life. Sure, it may appear that I have my mind set on design, but I'm really really scared.

It's a tough world- its the real world. Where people don't tell you everything you want to hear. They won't, unlike your friends, gush over everything you make, they won't unconditionally love everything you do.

And as to finding love- I sure havent found any. Well sure, the unrequited type, many times. But actual real love love? Not so much. I'm starting to lose hope in the male population of our generation.

Even though we are no where near ready- (I highly doubt I'd find love or wisdom by the end of year 12), we are going to be kicked out into the real world in exactly one year. It's like a clock ticking really. One year left to stock up your arsenal, eat up your vitamins and vegetables, and prepare for the unexpected. Okay, not really unexpected, we know exactly what's coming; relentless studying for 18 hours a day.

I don't really know where I'm going with all this. I had a huge soppy post all planned out, but my soup is kind of distracting me. It's really nice. You know with all the little crunchy croutons? THEY ARE SO NICE. I wish I could loot the crouton factory. Is there such a thing as a crouton factory? THEY'RE SO DELICIOUS, they'd probably require a WHOLE FACTORY to produce these tiny cubes of heaven.

Anyway, what I was saying was: we have a year left to enjoy having to wake up and wear a uniform everyday, and coming home to know we have homework everyday, and having bells to command our days and the same place to meet up with our friends. It may seem like a huge drag after 13 years- BUT APPRECIATE IT NOW.

In no time, you'll be having to actually figure out what to wear everyday, and having to tell the time yourself without a bell to cue you. And you might not even have any friends to meet up with.

So study well and hard guys, but don't forget that you're probably never going to see 80% of our grade again. Even though there are heaps of people I hardly ever talk to, their presence makes all the difference, I'd probably miss everyone heaps. Actually, I might be lying. I thought it was the end of the world when I graduated from primary school- WHEN WILL I EVER SEE MY FRIENDS AGAIN?! But you know, truthfully, I didn't miss them that much. But then, I always assume wrongly. I probably will miss you guys heaps.

Requests

I have been asked by various people to take pictures of:
1. My dog
2. My backyard
3. My shoe closet.

I was going to do an outfit post today except I was all disgusting and dripping in sweat, and I thought I'd be considerate to all my readers and save you the disgust. So, I'll show you my dog/backyard/shoes instead.

My doggie:


Yoshi has grown SO BIG since I last took pictures of him. The pet shop owners told us he wouldn't grow very big. Obviously, THEY LIED, SINCE HE'S KIND OF HUGE.

The backyard:

That's the little red bridge that I really like. It leads to the pagoda/gazebo thing. The pagoda/gazebo thing is infested and will probably fall down any day now.


And this is a little passage at the back of the backyard, where all the palm trees reside. It's really pretty except there are milk cartons peeping out of everywhere (Yoshi dragged them there. And yes, Yoshi is capable of dragging milk cartons. He's also capable of eating all the plants and polluting the backyard with coal. Oh, and burying all my school socks.)

The shoe closet:


I ran out of space and had to get my dad to hammer in two extra shelves. It's pretty jam-packed right now, so there's no doubt I'll be needing more shelves very soon (especially after I save enough money to mass order from Forever 21).


AAAAAAAAND, the latest addition to the family:

They were $30 from RMK, bought on ebay. I've been wearing them non-stop, and scoring a bucketload of compliments. I LOVE RECEIVING RANDOM COMPLIMENTS FROM STRANGERS, I wish I had the nerve to randomly compliment other people since I know how much it makes my day.

Other thing's happening in life right now:

• I'm feeling really bored with my hair at the moment. You may have caught me desperately attempting to spruce it up with a number of headbands, but I still feel bored. Don't worry, I won't go crazy and chop it all off again. I already have three people ready to kill me (not really, but telling a random guy that I'm attracted to him, or plucking off every body hair, is close enough) if I dare cut off any hair. But I think I might dye my hair some funky colour, or maybe get some fluffy bangs. We'll see.
• Year 12 is not affecting me at all. It's gotten easier, if anything. Maybe because doing 3 units of Maths totally stressed me out, and since dropping to 2 units, it's like a holiday now. Seriously- before, I had to do three pages of homework (quite literally). Now I get three questions for homework (also quite literally).
• I'm addicted to corn. It's been a while now actually, but ever since I had that first cup of corn from Corn Club all those weeks ago.... now I can't even go a day without a giant bowl of corn.
• I'M GOING TO THE GOLD COAST AT THE BEGINNING OF NEXT YEAR!! I'm soooooooo excited but I have no swimming costume. Actually, I do (three, all unworn), but I want a NEW one. Which is silly, I suppose you can reason that all the other three are new since I've never worn them. But screw you, I'm going to get a new one and that's that.