thrift shops, op shops, vintage!

                                                

                                              

Upon a day of running errands i love how a visit to the local vinnies can just make my entire day. 

Its just so economical, and youll find that no one else will have a replica of your piece. Its so win-win. I can empathize how some people may not be into it. But since vintage became 'cool' in the last 10 years or so, I'm finding that the craze is something im not ready to let go of just yet. Who knows this little hobby of min e may just turn into a lifetsyle.

From somebody who made the odd trip to thrift shops tweaking her clothing from time to time.Youll soon find me living in a  country cottage with my selection of painted vintage and antique furniture, sipping tea from vintage floral style china ware. Speaking ever so colloquially in French rockin a sun hat dressed from head to toe vintage. Basically living the dream.

lucid disposition

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secretly loving job interviews, not attending the sydney underground film festival and spending money on alcohol at our favourite spot instead. above, i present the lovely victoria.

 

bohemian dreams

bringing boho into the office. 

Loving my suit trousers that i sewed in at the hems with the gold buttons to finish off the look.  

black, white and grey.

kudos to my bestie for her alcoholic ways and smart investing of a beer-opener ring, that i put on a chain. will be a winner throughout summer and spring. cheers.

this life is neither black, neither white. 

lets have it all.

be grey.

be great. 

heres to my umpteenth first blog

The title of my very first blog clearly implies that I've gone through this rite of passage once too often, and yet every time i seem to always run into the same obstacle. what to blog, what to blog? i feel that my random mumblings becomes some what of a habit once the blog is under way. however when its the very first one i feel that nothing i write does its justice. so i wont. 

Heres one of my favourite poems that kind of embodies the essence of my blog. Just before you start reading, id like to pre warn you that im not egotistical.how ironic,ive just started a blog.no really, im not. the poem is in reference to women in general and their connection with fashion, style and grace. there within lies the infamous panache.

PHENOMENAL WOMAN 

by Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies

I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size

But when I start to tell them 

They think I'm telling lies. 

I say, 

It's in the reach of my arms 

The span of my hips, 

The stride of my step, 

The curl of my lips. 

I'm a woman 

Phenomenally. 

Phenomenal woman, 

That's me.

I walk into a room 

Just as cool as you please, 

And to a man, 

The fellows stand or 

Fall down on their knees. 

Then they swarm around me, 

A hive of honey bees. 

I say, 

It's the fire in my eyes 

And the flash of my teeth, 

The swing of my waist, 

And the joy in my feet. 

I'm a woman 

Phenomenally. 

Phenomenal woman, 

That's me.

Men themselves have wondered 

What they see in me. 

They try so much 

But they can't touch 

My inner mystery. 

When I try to show them, 

They say they still can't see. 

I say 

It's in the arch of my back, 

The sun of my smile, 

The ride of my breasts, 

The grace of my style. 

I'm a woman 

Phenomenally. 

Phenomenal woman, 

That's me.

Now you understand 

Just why my head's not bowed. 

I don't shout or jump about 

Or have to talk real loud. 

When you see me passing 

It ought to make you proud. 

I say, 

It's in the click of my heels, 

The bend of my hair, 

The palm of my hand, 

The need of my care, 

'Cause I'm a woman 

Phenomenally. 

Phenomenal woman, 

That's me.

read my about me, thats everything that you need to know