shoe love

The shorts never made it out last the weekend after all, but I’m hopeful they will soon. In the meantime, I’ve come an acceptance that chicks really dig the boyfriend jeans, but guys less so. You can’t win ’em all.

the top of my head

I found myself on a dancefloor on Sunday evening, standing beside a giant. The top of my head barely made it to his nipple. Anyway, I gave him my iPhone and told him to take a shot of the dancefloor. This was one of the three (with a couple of tweaks by me). A shame, really, the other two were on the blurry side. How strange it must be to be forever looking over or at the top of others’ heads. (That’s his beer in my right hand, just in case anyone thinks I was being a total monster with the booze, going double-barrelled.)


stripes, pleather and other

No doubt about it. There’s a distinct whiff of Spring in the air, despite the fact that it’s August i.e. we’re not quite there yet (officially speaking).

I’ve got no plans to be anywhere today -well, not presently anyway- but I thought that if I did, I’d be in this ensemble which includes the top and heels I bought recently from J. Crew in New York (annoyingly, the heels don’t seem to be on the website any longer?). The pleather shorts are a few years old from ZARA; admittedly, they don’t get outings as much as they’d like (wink, wink, nudge, nudge!).

Another find from New York was Sephora‘s Outrageous Volume Mascara. My only regret is that I only bought one of these. When will I learn to bulk-buy? I guess there’s always the online option. So, too, NARS Toléde which is provides the ‘your lips but better’ effect. (Question: why are we still paying so much more for these products in Australia? The lippy is AUD39.00, but USD26.00. Even after you’ve accounted for FX, it’s still stupid.)

Speaking of which, I mentioned the headphones in a previous post recently. These, too, I purchased in the US because they’re about $100 more here in Australia. Aussie retailers, you’re not making it easy for me (nor I expect for anyone else) to keep shopping locally.

Chanel No. 19 Poudre, still rocking my fragrance world as any good classic should; a bit of gold by way of a chunky necklace; my white Witchery purse (also no longer on the site); and a squeeze of L’oréal Elvive Extraordinary Oil to tame the weekend wilds.


tees, please

L-R: The Smiths, Jimi Hendrix, Rolling Stones. (I love the ‘Stones one the best.)

I think I’m regressing… Lately, I’ve been really getting into tees, t-shirts, whatever you like to call ’em, and specifically, music tees. I’m sure I went through this phase briefly when I was in my late-teens.

Previously, I wasn’t much of a jeans fan either; in fact, I went through most of my 20s without owning a single pair of jeans.But now, I can’t get enough of them, although, not the skinny jeans – besides being so last-three-years-ago, they’re too try-hard, I’ve decided. I wasn’t even deterred by a comment somebody made about my boyfriend jeans on the weekend – something along the lines of “interesting look for you”. (Hmph! I didn’t ask why, but maybe it had something to do with the fact that people are probably more used to seeing me in dresses and/or corporate attire.)

Would it be super-nerdy to get an ‘I HEART NY’ tee when I’m there in a couple of days…? I don’t know anyone who has been to New York and actually bought and worn one of those.

I should be working on the list of things to pack, necessities, work-related things, instead I’m procrastinating about t-shirts – argh!



These Sonja sunglasses by Tom Ford are a relatively new acquisition. They are in the large round retro style towards which I seem always to gravitate. And before you fret about what appear to be scratches on the lenses – don’t! The lenses simply needed a good wipe-down after a day out.

I generally tend to stay away from designer sunglasses, in fact, for the longest time, my go-to shades were a £10 pair from Topshop. Because I was prone to scratching, dropping, sitting on, and generally busting up my sunnies. But  now that I’m a reformed party animal (who no longer wears her sunglasses at night), I think I can cope with something for more than a tenner.

By the way, I know it’s winter here in the Southern Hemisphere, but I’m going to wear these as much as I can on sunny days, of which yesterday was one.

It was good, yesterday. Hope yours was, too.


Listening: My God Is The Sun by Queens of the Stone Age


selfie with Canon

Last year, I was really into skinny jeans, but this year – a couple of months ago or so – I decided ENOUGH! I was tired of fighting my way into and out of the skinnies; remembering to put my socks on before the jeans (because have you ever tried rolling up skinny jeans to ensure your socks are completely and adequately over your ankles? It’s nigh on impossible!); seam indentations after I’d taken the jeans off. I could go on.

But I won’t.

Don’t get me wrong. I did (still do) like the skinny look (especially on model-ish body types with an alt rock style sensitivity). Because I’m not skinny, but somehow the skinny jeans did contribute a sort of a sense of being streamlined.

But I’m done now.

Boyfriend jeans are my denim of choice this year. So much more giving – and forgiving. I can actually wear these now and go out to dinner. And eat.

Plus rolling up my cuffs always makes me feel like I’m 15 years old again. Without the pimples and puppy fat and crippling insecurity.

Boyfriend jeans – for the WIN!


in the pink(s)

The pinks to banish the blahs. Because I’ve been a bit under the weather this weekend. So I went for a walk and ended up spending a few hundred dollars on items of clothing I don’t need, including two in pink, because what the hell, you can never have too many pinks (or scarves… or items in silk). Even if you only wear them a few times a year. I like the colour, and yet I don’t, not normally. It calls for a certain sort of mood. Usually, under-the-weatherness. Hmmm…


light and shadow

I grant you, not the best picture to post from an aesthetic or vanity (short legs, check!) viewpoint.

But here’s what I like about it: the effect of the sunlight on the carpet resulting in two different colours altogether. Combined with the lines of shadow, the effect is almost… cubist.

The other point being I wore the short onesie (playsuit) last night and it was a bad idea. There was a bite in the air, and I found myself shivering. The Hub thought I was play-acting, but hello, chattering teeth! Admittedly, I am a sun-lover so anything below 25C means discomfort. I think it’s goodbye to the onesie for this year.


Listening: After Glow by Foals


the (sydney) magazine + cuffs

Latest love: cuffs. Not bracelets. Nor bangles. Double or nothing.

While it’s still balmy enough for me not to seek out long sleeves for the evening.

The only issue: I’ve yet to find a well-sized snug (i.e. not to gape-y) cuff. These ones sit mid-arm whereas I’d love them to rest just-so upon the wrists.

twice cuffed

The April ‘fashion’ issue of the (sydney) magazine was out yesterday with a feature on the new breed of Australian model. Diversity at last? I remember my high school days in Perth when I could just about count the Asian kids in my year on one hand and how I wished at times that I was one of the blond-haired, blue-eyed surfie chicks who seemed to rule the school. Those days are gone. However, fashion has always been slow to reflect this. Only very recently have we begun to see more Asian or non-Caucasian faces in the popular media.

Whatever, the cover is beautiful; the cuffs certainly think so.


black/white ankh

Everyone needs a black-and-white ankh in their life. This one is on a T-shirt acquired recently. I’m doing things backwards, I fear. I was never really a jeans-and-tee person, at least not when I was in my 20s, but now I can’t get enough of them. It’s unfortunate, frankly. My 20-something body departed years ago. So I’m having to distract myself with graphics-emblazoned t-shirts to counter the ankh-iety. (Groan.)


matte goldStill feeling a tad ‘festive’ despite having to pop into the office again today.

I wonder if anyone would notice if I turned up in my gold get-up (Hello, butterfly!) for our official return to work on Monday. I think it would go a long way towards keeping my mood cheerful. Corporate attire sucks, especially in summer.


goldieI realise that yesterday was the day for round-ups of the year that was. Something happened last year which meant that I have been a bit anti-reminscing these days. I only live for today and for the future. That, and gold/gold-toned accessories. I can’t believe I’d been existing sans gold for so long, I mean, we’re talking a couple of decades.

No matter. I’ve re-embraced the stuff with a passion and I was thrilled to find the chunky number above while I was on my way to a yum cha catch-up with friends yesterday morning. And better still, it was on sale for – wait for it – $9! Yes, you read that right, nine dollars. Whoever coined the phrase ‘cheap thrill’ knew what she was talking about. It was certainly cheap and I was thrilled to make it a part of my new year’s eve outfit last night.

Hope you all had a great time seeing in 2013! Wishing you a year of thrills, cheap  or otherwise!


I forgot to say that as I was leaving, my doorman said, “You’re looking glamorous!” I thanked him, and held back from filling him in on where I was headed to see in the new year – Redfern. Possibly the least glamorous of Sydney’s inner city areas. (My bestie and his partner live there.)


I went to the exhibition currently showing in a warehouse in Walsh Bay yesterday. Photos of famous people, actors, models, artists, in an iconic garment, each styled just so for the shot.

The ‘no photography’ message was so badly signposted that I had taken four snaps before an attendant came up to admonish me for doing so; I wasn’t the only person who got caught breaking the rule.

I never knowingly break the rules / I’m a good girl – most of the time. (But if you don’t make it obvious, I can’t guarantee I’ll behave.)


This is what happens when one ventures out sans iPhone or iPad over the lunch hour (what was I thinking?!)… One purchases a newspaper – how retro!

As for Iranian leader, Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, he looks like he’s wearing the new Adia Kibur silver bib necklace I bought recently. Sort of.


When exactly did I buy these Gorjana Bloom Stud earrings? Weeks ago, it feels like, and still I’m wearing them daily (well, Monday to Friday anyway). Simple, delicate, detailed yet not fussy. All I want is something easy for the day-to-day, to feel as though I’ve made an effort but not in a showy, shiny way. These fit the bill.

Oh, and the current issue of RUSSH magazine is pretty good.


After the sale of our house was completed, the Hub came home a few days later and handed me a wad of cash.

“What’s this?!” I squeaked.

“Your treat,” he said. “Remember, I said you could have something to play with.”

“Yes, but… cash? Why didn’t you just transfer it to my account?”

“Because cash is more fun!” the Hub said, grinning like a Cheshire cat. “Spend it on whatever you want – but not another handbag!”

I know what you got from that conversation. One, I’m no fun at all; I mean, who in her right mind complains about whether it’s cash or funds transferred electronically. Two, I may have more than -ahem!- a few handbags.

I bought some things right away (I also deposited the cash into the bank account). Mainly items of clothing, such as three pairs of boots for winter, two jackets, a heap of tops. (I can’t seem to buy only one item of something – they always need a friend or two. I don’t know why this is so.) I decided not to upgrade my first generation iPad because there is nothing wrong with it and after all the clothing I was feeling a bit guilty about being a consumerist cliché.

As I said, this was months ago. I thought I had dodged the handbag bullet rather well. I was feeling pretty pleased with myself.

But as they say, pride comes before a fall an uncontrollable urge to shop, and I should’ve known that it never works to delay the inevitable. Not for me anyway. Especially where handbags are concerned. (The first time I fell deeply in love with a handbag, I walked away. I went away to get married – two weeks in Jamaica. But the first thing I did when I returned home to London was get the bag (I think it was by Furla); I don’t even think I bothered to unpack.)

This time, I was caught completely by surprise, by way of an email about a sale of vintage Chanel handbags – just last week. Idle browsing led to the foregone conclusion, about which I had clearly been in denial. Who was I to think I would be able to resist the siren call of a classic handbag? In love again! How these things seem to sneak up on one!

I went for the small size because I wanted to tackle the Toting Too Much issue – I’ve been carrying my house around of late. This feels so much better. I don’t even have room for a makeup bag now, a lipgloss and a lipstick at the most, if I want room for my credit card holder and coin purse, keys, iPhone, fountain pen, headphones.

Genius. My shoulder doesn’t ache any more.

I trust you don’t need me to wax lyrical about the design of the 2.55 and why it is worth it. Or why I am a consumerist cliché.


My mind’s eye keeps returning to the scene at the Boom Boom Room, on top of The Standard Hotel in New York City’s Meatpacking District – now more than six weeks old. We’d arrived at 7 or 8pm and the place was heaving. Unfurling around the red lighting centrepiece: band in full swing; punters who weren’t eating, drinking or admiring the view were taking photos of themselves against the floor-to-ceiling windows through which the lights of the city glittered in its full 360-degree glory; pipecleaner-shaped waitresses in flimsy yet curiously unflattering dresses flitted.

A place like this is made for people-watching, and I was watching on person in particular. Sitting at the curved bar, seemingly oblivious to the band and the buzz around her was… – “Ohmigod, it’s Iris Apfel!” I shouted into my friend’s ear. “Who?” was the reply. “Iris, Iris Apfel!” I proceeded to try to explain just who Ms Apfel was.

There she was, just metres away from me – her distinctive round ‘Eyebobs‘ spectacles the giveaway. Iris also had on a hat and a veil and an amazing high-collared outfit which she rearranged around her neck from time to time, between sips of her cocktail. (At least I think it was a cocktail – in truth, I wasn’t paying any attention to what the lady was drinking. Nor can I provide details about necklaces or other accessories because I was too star-struck, but being Iris Apfel, I’m sure she was decked out in something suitably chunky, bold and bright.)

I know this is old [news], and it’s not even interesting; the fact that I’m still reminiscing about the fact that I didn’t go up to Iris Apfel and ask if I could have my photograph taken with her. Because I was too shy. Because I specialise in admiring from afar.

Now as I come to the end of my daily-five-minutes-of-thinking-about-Iris-Apfel, I’m reminded that it’s Sunday – a day away from the office – so there’s no need to go back to black. Hot pink or orange or animal print, perhaps. I wonder if anywhere in Sydney sells Eyebobs.


Post-script: It’s more about fashion and style. It really more like being confident about who you are, and just doing it. That’s my reason for loving Iris so much, I guess.


A simple shift dress, mid-thigh-length, in heavy jersey, worn only the second time since its purchase last year.

I think it says more about me than it does about the garment, frankly.

I love this dress, I’ve realised, so I’ve resolved to wear it often while it is winter.


Now, you see, I like my greens very much… when they’re on my plate. A meal devoid of greens is not worthy of being described thusly, in my humble opinion.

However, where my attire is concerned, greens have always been the shades shunned. I don’t know why this has been so.

When I visited my mother earlier this year, she commented that she loved wearing green. She said I should try it.

I was reminded of our conversation from months ago when I found this floral print top in San Francisco last week.

I saw it as mainly green when I bought it, but looking at the photo now, it’s clearly So Much More Than…

Will I be able to pull it off?