Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Alternatives to Damn
I need some alternatives...What's another good expression for "Damn"?
Forgotten birthdays and other stories (namely Melbourne ones)
Damn! These days you cannot get away with anything. Previously I got into trouble for not calling people back, forgetting birthdays, leaving wet clothes in the washing machine, palming off my quarterly BAS, forgetting to pay my credit card bill…New to this list is I now am getting into trouble for not writing new blogs. Whilst often I complain that my life is like a stagnant pond where nothing happens, the reason I haven’t written is that I have been too busy doing all of the forgetting mentioned above (sorry I forgot your birthday ODL, and yes Visa man you can stop calling now)…Go figure!
I did manage to squeeze in a whirlwind day trip to
Also on my list of things to do was visit my favourite jewellery store on
Don't worry, I will not sport an eye patch as fashion. But I will say "Arrrr" a lot.
See yaaarr later me matey.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Should I or Shouldn't I?
And just now I had to put them on to photograph for my clients because they look much better on than off. Disaster.
I think this picture speaks a thousand words...How can I resist?
Any suggestions 'for' and 'against' would be appreciated ('for' suggestions will probably be appreciated more....)
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Fight FSS!
Walking just ahead of me was a young, attractive, fabulously dressed female in her early twenties, clearly on her way to the newest, coolest place in town. But it was not her up-to-the-minute hair cut, or her perfect mix of accessories that caught my eye. Oddly, she appeared to be impersonating a robot or a zombie from Michael Jackson’s Thriller (before they break into dance). When I looked down, I expected to see her leg in a cast or in the mouth of a savage dog. But no, the reason for her impairment was an ailment that affects many women, young and old, of every size and shape: Fashionable Shoe Syndrome (FSS).
FSS is not fatal, but it can have lasting, crippling effects. It is not clinically contagious, but is most often found running rife through similarly minded women who spend time together, particularly on weekends or at hen’s nights. It is most prevalent in women in their late teens, twenties through to mid thirties, often petering out as women produce children or develop a taste for comfort. FSS is triggered by the countless fashion glossies at the newsagency (both local and International), websites such as Net-A-Porter, the Sex and the City Movie, Rosemount Fashion Week and Cosmopolitan Shoes in
I myself have had FSS from time to time, mostly developed over a lengthy period of exposure to particular strains that may otherwise not affect me if I was sitting down at dinner (instead of dancing and then walking home). I imagine most of you have experienced something similar at some point. However, I hesitate to expose myself to this ailment after having witnessed this poor girl’s painful and absurd gait. I am adamant that I would rather look short yet mobile, than so-right-now and physically impaired. Spare a moment to consider the ill effects…and fight FSS!!
Well, at least until Friday night…

The evil yet hot culprits...
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Do these jeans make me look fat?

Apparently we’re all supposed to be loving faded jeans right now. They are all over magazines, shop windows, advertising campaigns, style blogs, the Sunday papers are telling us What’s Hot and they’re it…the super light faded jeans are absolutely everywhere it seems, except on our bottoms. Is it just me? In the last few days I could have missed a solar eclipse because I’ve been intently scanning your bottoms and I haven’t actually seen anyone wearing them apart from one teenager in Surry Hills (where else) who had somewhat haphazardly revived an old pair of 501’s.
Truth be told, I get a lot of girls in my store who are wonderfully proportionate, thin and gorgeous, and even these gifted types are having trouble with faded jeans. One pretty, tiny girl who wears a size 24 (yes that’s right folks…24 is her size, not age) tried on a pair of fabulous light coloured mid rise skinny jeans and thought she looked fat. She wasn’t saying it to be mean to me (I am rather ample compared to a 24…can’t complain though, I love my afternoon chocolate fix), or so that I would reassure her for hours on end about how amazing she looks. She really meant it.
That makes me think…what chance does a size 28 have? What about girls with thighs and jungle booty’s? Or girls with thick waists and pot bellies? What about if, like me, you happen to have unfortunately short legs? Must we all shun the faded jeans and pretend we never saw the What’s Hot page? And if so…how long before we’re ousted from fashion society?
Think about this…the little tiny girl looked HOT in the faded skinny’s. Not fat, not short, not weird or like a slave to fashion, she looked 100% amazing and could strut her stuff down the street in those fine looking jeans tomorrow if she wanted to, and turn plenty of heads. That’s what I thought. That’s what you would have thought too. But she looked in the mirror and saw herself look strangely different from what she usually looks like in her dark blue skinny’s. Just like everyone thought they looked weird and fat and all bottom when high waisted jeans came in last year…and just like everyone thought they looked all hips and fat thighs when skinny jeans came in a few years back. You can see the pattern right? Each time it takes me months and months to convince people they looked great, just different. So you see, the whole faded jeans thing is not about being skinny or fat, it’s about change.
Plus if you look fat I’ll tell you.
Don't fight the fade....
Monday, August 11, 2008
Who's-that-girl-hot, not hot-water-bottle-hot!!!
I'm having de ja vu...I'm pretty sure the last time I sat down to write an email about new arrivals it was freezing cold and raining...I guess it is still winter! In any case, at least this email is going to give us something to look forward to that's going to make us feel HOT. Not hot-water-bottle hot (which i wouldn't knock back right now), but head turning who's-that-girl hot.








