Monday, August 31, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
Friday, August 14, 2009
I've been feeling Quite Sour.
I'm sure many people feel like this alot of the time. In fact, many people may feel that it is their Birthright to be Permanently Sour.
I'm not one of those people. I hate going around spraying my sourness everywhere & then afterwards feeling like an old squeezed-up lemon inside. Yuk.
So, I was absolutely thrilled to receive a Sparkling Gift this week from Catherine, a colleague. It went a long way to at least, Mask my Sourness.
I'm wearing the gift in the photos. It's the Sparking Cardi.
Catherine's friend bought it at a vintage clothing shop. Or perhaps an 'Op Shop', which is what we still call it in Australia.
She was instantly dazzled by the cardi's beauty, and perhaps imagined herself looking like a Real, not Toy Rock Chick, which is all the rage at present. Nowadays, it is important to look Authentic.
But I'm not really sure what is, in fact Rock Chick Authentic. Are you supposed to look like a Groupie, which is something that I tried & failed to do in the late seventies?
Or, are you supposed to look like you actually are a Rock Chick, like Suzi Quattro or Pat Benatar or The Bangles or Patti Smith or Joan Jett or Annie Lennox?
Is there any difference? Or am I just Splitting Hairs as usual?
But back to the Sparkling Cardi.
Anyway, when Catherine's friend got it home, she took another look at herself in the mirror. Instead of seeing an Authentic Rock Chick, she saw her slightly dotty Old Great Aunty Gladys. She recoiled in horror.
But Catherine knew exactly who it would suit.
Me. Auntie Gladys, The Toy Rock Chick.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
This morning, as I was trotting down the hill towards School, I noticed a window display in the Upscale Shoe Shop that I never frequent. Let's say this shop is called, 'Snotty Shoes'.
I walk past this shop at least twice a day, but make a point of never looking inside it, much less Going inside it when it is open. I have this ridiculous idea that I don't want to give the BeautifullyBuffed & Polished Male Owners the satisfaction of thinking that I may be salivating after their shoes. Not me. I have my own Secret Stash of Designer Shoes, thank you.
But, when the shop is shut, it's a Different Story.
This morning, I inwardly gushed when I came across the window display. But not sadly, at the rather twee candy toy ballet flats.
No, I was gushing over the Sign.
Pourquoi, you might ask.
1. I am always looking for Signs.
2. I am always excited by the colour Pink, even though it usually is a bit twee.
3. I am always excited by Bette Midler as I like to think that I am a tiny bit like her, which I'm not, but still would like to think so.
Which kind of, but not really, leads me into Today's Topic - The Big Ballys.
Occasionally, 'Bednobs & Broomsticks' has a pair going & I often manage to snaffle them up.
OK, I've got exactly one & a half 'Bally's' - one perfectly decent pair, & one almost unwearable pair.
Anyway, last week I found another pair hiding in the back recesses of 'Bednobs'. Here they are in the photo, below.
The only problem is that they were at least two sizes too big, but I didn't care. I couldn't wait to get them home & begin experimenting with scrunched up tissue paper & insoles.
It took ages. I just couldn't get it right. But after an hour or so & almost a whole tissue box later, I thought I had Mastered the Ballys.
I trudged the 300 metres up the road to the gym in them. It was torture. I just couldn't keep them on.
Undeterred, I went home & spent the evening experimenting some more. These Ballys were going to Stay On, whether they liked it or not.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Friday, August 7, 2009
Activity No. 4: Emoting.
Again, I'm not sure if this Really Qualifies as an Activity.
But, let me tell you, I've been doing it, or at least Looking like I'm doing it, as the pictures above show.
There are two reasons for this activity:
1. I had just been showing my Senior Class Sir Lawrence Olivier's 1964 version of 'Othello' with Maggie Smith as Desdemona, who everyone immediately recognised as Professor McGonnigal from Harry Potter. In the film, there was lots of emoting, particularly in the Eye Area. Every line that 'Ol Larry O delivered as the Jealousy-Ravaged Othello, had an accompanying Eye-Rolling Movement. It was fascinating!
But the girls had an entirely different reaction.
'Hey, that guy's White. Yuk! What's he got on his skin to make him look black?
How can Professor McGonnigal stand to kiss him? All that black stuff will rub off on her!'
On & on they went about how the black didn't go quite up to his eyes enough & how stupid he looked. All I wanted to do was to make some quick points about Jealousy & move on.
2. This week is the One Year Anniversary of when Mr. Middleaged, my partner of fourteen years, suddenly left & then became Mr Ex-Middleaged.
But that's a Whole Other Blog Entry.
Oh, please, please, look at what I'm wearing!
I was sooo thrilled to find this 'Escada' black & white top at 'Bednobs & Broomsticks' last week. OK, it's only the 'Escada' Sport label or the Diffusion line or whatever, but I don't care. Never mind that there's something funny going on with the thingy at the front. Can you see that it's twisted?
Just Like Me.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Since my return I've been engaged in a number of activities v. often with camera in tow.
Activity No. 1: Attending Westfield Mall at Bondi Junction in Sydney.
I've been back at home for ten days & it feels like I've never left.
Haven't you heard that comment a million times from people when they return from a trip? It's almost like it's Mandatory.
'Yes, I've just come back from.......... I had a Great Time & now it feels like I've Never Left.'
Just hand me the script.
But what do I always do when confronting a Small or Large Existential Crisis?
I put on some clothes, preferably ones that I've never worn before & take a photo. It always cheers me up.
Yay to my Inner Narcissus!
This so-called Pure Wool Made in New Zealand coatdress was having it's Maiden Outing. I've had it for some time, but was delaying wearing it because it presented a Wearing Challenge, as opposed to a Wardrobe Challenge, which is deciding to wear the same tired old skirt three times in a designated time period in three different ways.
The Wearing Challenge involved Disobedient Buttons. You know, Buttons that absolutely will Not stay Buttoned Up regardless of how firmly you treat them. A bit like My Mouth, really.
Anyway, I spent much of the day hurriedly buttoning up the coatdress. It gave me something really concrete to focus My Incandescent Rage on. The large pearls acted as a Welcome Distractant, if there's such a word. And I don't care if it isn't a word. Now it is.