Tuesday, April 15, 2014

The Purple-Rinse Set

I gave you a sneak peak of my purple-rinse in the last post shortly after The Stylist cut and coloured my hair.
Yes, I let my 11-year-old daughter do my hair.
I think she does a lovely job and it's a great confidence booster for her to be given carte blanche with my mop.
I hope it's a fun way for her to learn some small aspects of responsibility - especially with the rather serious task of ladies' hairstyling.
I've given up on hairdressers.
In the past 15 years, my favourites have either become so successful they can charge prices I refuse to pay, or they've gone completely insane.
Must be the chemicals.
I'm not precious, so I've been cutting my own hair for the past four years and I couldn't be happier.
I'd rather spend the money I've saved on a yummy treat for the kids or something nice for  The Phoenix.

Notice I didn't mention buying something for me?
No, I'm not being a martyr, I'm just trying to get my wardrobe under control, which means this year's long, hard look at my collection has become an extended project.
I'm focussing on finding new ways to wear things I've owned for a long time, being realistic about what I feel good in, cherishing the things I love, trying out things I haven't worn for a long time to see if I still like them and most of all, finding new ways to wear old shite.
If I can't wear it anymore, it goes.

Did I mention I broke the car?  Long story, not going there, so it's the bus for now to run daily chores.
Today #3 Son, The Stylist and I caught the bus to town and public transport means comfortable clothes are a priority for me.
But I'm not about to surrender my personality for comfort.
I never know what my beady eyes will spy at the op shops and I want to be prepared to lug a chair home on the bus if I simply must have it.
Today it was a Frida Kahlo lamp and a hand-painted cushion in addition to sundry op shop bargains.

No driver would dare refuse Frida entry.

Dashiki tunic, earrings, 1950s handbag - op shops
Sequin belt - gift from lovely Claire
Leggings - Black Milk
Shoes - Dolls Kill sale
Day of the Dead necklace - craft market
Sunnies - Etsy
Peace man.
D x

Saturday, April 12, 2014

All Work and No Play ...

Gosh it's been a while since we've seen any blogger malarky business going on here.
Exactly why has Kitty taken to sequin-licking?
Of course, there's a story behind every picture.

Showgirl headband - DIY
Sequin top and bangles - op shops
Vintage tutu and earrings - Etsy
Leggings - Black Milk
Creepers - Dolls Kill sale

 Earlier yesterday, I was demurely making bunting for the back deck in preparation for our housewarming party.

 With preparations well underway, The Stylist successfully dodged the harried activities by snapping off a ton of her wonderful, signature arty pics.

 So much weirdness going on and as our friend Paul, who was visiting us from Hong Kong said, "there's nothing normal about this house".
It was my first time entertaining a medium-sized crowd in five years and it was moments like these that kept me laughing.

 Meanwhile, #2 Son slumbered deeply at 5pm.

 "It's time ladies and gents."

Juli and Kitty.  Woof! 

The Phoenix sporting his haircut and wedding tie. x

Helen the Luscious.

Mental much?

 This afternoon we waved off Paul, who flew on to Sydney to holiday with his family, The Stylist dyed my hair and we looked very, very tired.
So I'd better link up to Sacramento's "Flowers" theme then hadn't I?
Love D. x

Sunday, March 30, 2014

The Wind Will Change and Your Face Will Stay Like That

I was sitting across from The Stylist this afternoon.
She looked me up and down and piped up, "That's pretty over the top even for you Mum."
I guess I did look slightly OTT for a wander down to the servo for a loaf of bread.

Yesterday I did a thing with my hair.
I mixed a couple of teaspoons of Manic Panic's Violet Night into a handful of conditioner and spread it through my hair.
Hello Mrs Slocombe!

We sat down for a coffee at a nearby takeaway joint and people gassing up their vehicles copped an eyeful of two mad-looking wenches.
Clearly, from the reactions it was a bit much for a nondescript, mid-afternoon Sunday, but it will give them something to mull over for the rest of the day.
If I displease or shock then too bad, I'm shocked by the overwhelming number of people who look like clones.

Lips earrings - Bones Couture
Sequinned top - gift from dear Heather
Massive gangsta necklace - gift from gorgeous Ada
1940s slip - eBay
1950s handbag - op shop score
Shoes - flea market, now in the bin coz I HATE walking in them.

Two days ago I ran out of milk so off I trotted ... 

1950s coat - flea market
1930s satin nightie - Etsy
Tassel necklace and silk scarf - op shops
Melissa shoes - shopped by dear Suzanne
Earrings - Bones Couture

Several days ago I decided to dress for urban guerrilla battles circa 1937.
The Stylist took these rather creative photos.  
I swear that girl is going places with a camera.

Vintage beret - Etsy
Silk scarf - op shop
"Perfect" badge - gift from lovely Tralala
Cotton shirt - nicked it off The Phoenix
1950s men's trousers - eBay
Doc Marten boots - retail

I'm linking up to Sacramento's awesome thingy.
Desiree xoxoxo

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