Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Rock N' Roll

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Today I wanted to dedicate my time to being a bad ass. But I burnt the tip of my finger really badly and now my typing looks like barf and my handwriting is even worse. I didn't plan on doing a lot today, but still it's off putting to say the least. There's just a terrible and sad pocket/ bubble of white dead skin and I can't get rid of it either... It's a good thing my part-time work doesn't require the control of a computer panel or anything complicated. It happened when I directly touched a tiny blob of hot glue while crafting some tights which I will show off later, but for now all I feel like doing is wedging my finger in some frozen peas and wallowing in self-pity. Also my icky feeling hair and bad skin has taken a serious toll on my self-confidence so there won't be any posing for photographs at the moment. Maybe a little Darjeeling Limited after work and light scrap booking will ease my sorrows... and a mug of tea. I absolutely cannot do anything with this damn finger hurting all the time. MY DAY IS RUINED.


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OK maybe it's not ruined, but there are a great and many number of things you need optimum motor skills for like flicking channels with the remote and doing your hand- these things I can't do properly. I wish it was raining at the moment, but the hot sun and warm sunshine seems like the perfect weather to spur me on to feel like an even bigger dork and outcast. It would seem all my readers are on the other side of the world and are asleep at the moment, which sucks because just when they are busy little beehives of activity is when I need my rest. Maybe tonight I'll follow the advice of Rookie Mag and have some midnight snacks, watch DVDs and wait until a great burst of posts and creativity washes over the Internet like a wave. Because I can't do any waves or beehives for my own hair to save my life. Any prospect of becoming an 'expert stylist' is sort of dashed by now and I am just hankering for that bowl-less sundae right about now.


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There is one thing in this world slightly better than shoe porn: vintage shoe porn. Although I am a bit miffed that Asos are refusing to ship some gorgeous and towering wooden clog platforms to Australia, that's when I patiently wait like a vulture to pounce on the cast-offs and slightly worn goods for a fraction of the price. I can already sense my room becoming a difficult and tightly cornered maze to navigate fraught with shoe boxes and coat hangers abound. I think it's about time to sell of some of the collection and give some pieces a farewell voyage. The great thing about all the discovery and 'recycling' is that I can make some new and interesting outfit posts of even greater combinations and feel good about sending things back into the ether to be enjoyed by others. I don't know- my brain is stupid at the moment. I should read more science magazines again.


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Moths always make me think of school camps. There were the monsters, the gargantuan of the bug world that seemed to coalesce at the strange and off-scene camp sites that frightened the girls and seemed to terrorise them like Mothra to Tokyo city. I thought it was always comical that they did this and brought on these emotions, whereas butterflies are these wonderful and magical creatures of delight. Apparently. There's probably a clear biological distinction but when it comes right down to it, they both start as caterpillars and emerge from cocoons. Also- moths can be equally and even more beautiful than some butterflies. That is all.

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I'd love to own a Volkswagen beetle myself and once I see an image from this photo shoot from Rookie Mag, I am driven into a frenzy of checking out where I can buy one myself. It's not a totally ridiculous idea- other than the fact I can't drive stick shift to save my life and all my lessons with it were terrible. To realistically drive a beetle beauty for myself I would need to invest a lot of time, love and knowledge into the ins and outs of car ownership and vintage car care. My father grew up in the country so there's the assumption he has a basic knowledge on how to do things- but I kind of want an expert. Imagine the kind of shoots and stuff I could do with something as cute and classy as a female Herbie car of my very own. And I am *ahem* getting my hours up in a totally legitimate way so driving can't be too far away. I don't know how long a family of four can co-exist with two cars and it looks like it's up to me to make an executive decision. We don't have enough space on our property to park three cars though...


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Style № 9. Kate Godwin by Paul Wetherell, Heads: Hair by Guido

Once again, my mind deviates towards exciting changes one can make to their appearance. Any type of facial piercing would automatically warrant the discussion among my immediate family on throwing me out and ostracising me so that's no good. I am a poor university student and wouldn't be able to pay for all the stuff I like to do with the Internet, let alone things like library fines and public transport fares! That's when something so shocking but simple comes to me- a solution like a godsend. Hair dye. Yeah, it's cliche I know but there is something so magical about the colour red. It's a natural hair colour but can also signify savvy-ness in streetwise style and also borders on vintage rockabilly. I don't prefer the latter trend myself at all- but it's rather versatile but also says "I dyed my hair and therefore put effort into my appearance". If you're not naturally gifted with an exciting colour- much like I am. Curse this boring shade of brown *shakes fist*


Image Source: Collective Spirit, photographed by Angelo Pennetta for UK Vogue, February 2013

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While I continue to list my sad, little-white-girl-cis problems out for the world I am also waiting for Jellybeans sandals to restock clear and glittery plastic sandals in my size. For the record I am a European 39/ 40 depending on the manufacturer. There was the Christmas rush in which most of the average sized sandals were sold out. The site then listed restock time to be about mid-January. OK- I thought, that seems reasonable considering the time it takes for people to return back to work and stuff. I just checked back and the restock time has been moved back an entire month. I am not pleased guys! By the time clear and sparkly sandals are back and available for purchase I will have to go back to university, wear closed toe shoes for most of the week because of my Biology Laboratory sessions and Autumn will leave me longing for low scarfs and cute pumpkin paraphernalia. When will I ever get to buy cute sheer and printed socks with 1990s inspired sandals...


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