One of the beautiful things about my work is that on occasion we are gifted with organic, handmade icecream. At the moment we have strawberry, double chocolate, vanilla and golden syrup flavour. The latter is heaven, especially at 3.30pm on a Tuesday.
The sun came out today after a weekend of huge rain. To celebrate I'm taking the next couple of days off work and doing a mini road trip to a friend's beach house.
This is great because I've not been out of Melbourne (except on a plane) since I moved here. I have no idea where it is we're even going. I'm listening to Beach House in honor of the spontanious trip and considering buying paperbacks and sandals on my lunch break.
I foolishly went on Etsy today in search of some brown platform-y heels in a Phoebe Philo for Celine vein:
I found these ones, which are vintage Ralph Lauren, and selling for $290 US. I don't have $290 US. If you do, buy them here. I'll glower at you over the Internet.
Then I found these ones. I dig the wooden heel and the general woody vibe of these shoes. Plus they are really, really old. But still, they look a bit chunky and I have these tiny chicken legs and would probably look like a child in them. They're pretty cheap - $35 US - and are here if you want 'em. They have a smaller heel than is normal these days also, which I quite like. Regardless, I moved on.
The shoes I wound up buying (foolishly: both my sisters' birthdays are in December, and there's Christmas and a trip to Melbourne to save for) are pictured below. They have cork heels and are very different to the Celine ones that inspired the search in the first place. Including shipping they still came in under NZ $100 which is really quite good - or so I will keep chanting to myself until they arrive.
Oh god I hope they fit.
As an aside: I've been totally into the whole clog thing that is happening at the moment but for the life of me cannot find any look like they would actually be flattering. Any ideas? Or is it just not a look for the chicken legged among us?
It doesn't help that Auckland is a shoe-desert full of crocs and shops telling me to buy strappy citrus coloured heels. DON'T THEY KNOW THAT I ONLY BUY BLACK, TAN or BROWN SHOES? Hence I go running to the Internet to "browse", and wind up spending money on forty year old shoes with chips in the heels that will probably fall apart within twenty minutes of putting them on. But the idea of stomping around Melbourne in them in the heat of summer is somehow totally irresistible...
I just found out that Alice Euphemia is getting the Lonely Hearts Club lingerie line, Lonely. Hoo-rah! I've been looking forward to this day for some time, since my last visit to LHC's store in Auckland was fruitless (turned out I was a month early). Those of you in Melbourne - apparently it'll be in store from the first week of December... Joy!
Also, just in case you missed all the other times I've mentioned this, you can find LHC clothes at Somebuddy Loves You on Smith St and Trimapee on Johnston in Fitzroy, and I imagine a few other places around. They're awesome and I can't sing their praises more.
This week I've been riding everywhere! And the 5 day challenge I set myself at bikram yoga is almost finished. I've not had a drop of wine (or beer, or gin, or anything else alcoholic for that matter) and my resolve not to touch a burger hasn't been broken... Hopefully I can think of a healthy way to reward myself next week, that doesn't involve bingeing on anything, and will have made up, at least in part, for the 10 days of absolute rubbish I ate whilst back in NZ (monkey fists not withstanding of course).
A friend, who I always thought was naturally raven haired, has dyed her crowning glory back to its original striking, vibrant red.
Its a brave move. She's separated herself from the pack of girls with befringed, long, straight, dark hair and come out of the rabbit hole that almost mythical thing: a ridiculously georgous girl with thick, long, ginger hair.
Apparently the gene that makes hair red is reccessive, so there are less natural red-heads on the street these days. Less than 2% of people in the world are ginger. Accordingly,girls with pre-rahapahelite hair always seem quite special and have an extra spark of sensuality,or something. I was incredibly suprised when I found out my friend had been dying her red hair dark brown - why give up such an amazing genetic gift? Anyway. I've always had really, really dark brown hair. People often think its black. Dying it any other colour, like red or blonde, has never been an option. I'm of slavic stock and my colouring will only tolerate slight variations on the brown - I can go a little bit darker and, in fact, have currently got frosted tips (by which I mean, the ends of my hair have been lightened a wee bit)- but could never even consider going red, or blonde or any other colour for that matter.
How lovely are these pictures from my parents were awesome? There are the usual ridiculous and embarassing photos on there but also a whole lot of really nice sixties and seventies snapshots, with long hair and beads and soft lighting galore. Han's parents wouldn't look out of place on this site, my mother's outrageous magenta hair circa 1985 might even fit in too...
I flew back to NZ at rather short notice and spent a really nice week with family who I haven't seen in ages. Then spent a really nice few days with Han, In Person, and both of us forgot entirely about the internet. Now, I've returned home to Melbourne and slowly but surely fallen back into pace.
Here are some nice pictures (all from fffound and weheartit) and I'll try to write something readable soon!