Before:

Hmm, how to approach this abomination?

youtube knows all!

the folding frenzy begins!

Tada!

I do love a big, shiny ring. One day I’ll own something like that amazing citrine ring I spied in that antique store in The Strand. Vintage jewellery, yes please. With a price tag of $20,000 though, I think it will be a while coming. In the mean time, I have these to keep my fingers adorned and the recipients of my one finger salute dazzled.

Please excuse the lint in the photos and yes, I am aware they resemble strands of pubic hair, but never you mind that.

Thank you, Cat and Frieda (:

The source of inspiration:

Jasper Goodall, Editorial, X is For Expensive

I couldn’t have asked for a more stunning day to observe the anniversary of my birth. Radiant blue skies and air so crisp, it was like life in High Definition! It was almost as though someone was taking pity on me for how easily my mood succumbs to the weather, but pity I would most definitely welcome again with the widest of open arms.

I have to admit that as much as I played down the affair, it was something I anticipated with a degree of excitement. I had something to shop for, something to get dolled up for and an occasion at which to make my debut in high heels (like a kid on Christmas morning, I was. Christmas in July!). As taxing as making ‘plans’ was, calling the shots was advantageous in that I could ensure walking was kept to a minimum, i.e.; only to/from the nearby car, restroom and bar. It all played out very well in the low-key style  I was aiming for despite my initial reservations and I’m glad to have had the opportunity to indulge in a lovely dinner, delightful cocktails (mmmidori splice!) and of course, great company. The only regret I came home with was not taking any photos. It hardly occurred to me until now that I should have taken a few visual souvenirs to have something to reflect back in the future or at the very least, to have as proof that I’ve worn heels at least once in my life. Quite substantial ones at that. My bruised toe and sore feet will be very grateful that I will not be setting out to conquer any more ridiculously high heels (by my standards, anyway)!

Thanks to all those who graced me with their presence and showered me with gifts. I loved all the goodies and really appreciated the company!

The Weekend in pictures:

24.07.09 – Pre-birthday Dinner at Hurricane’s (with my loved one (: )

Entreè

Maine Coon & Pre-birthday Girl

zomg, we’re going to New Zulund, bruuu!

26.07.09 – Breakfast at Deus Cafè

Eggs Benedict. mMm, that toast was magic, crunchy in all the right places. I can’t explain it, but it didn’t do that annoying thing toast does when you try to eat it with a knife and fork.

Just when you didn’t think it could get any better… Crepes! Talk about decadent, we had dessert at brunch…

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD I CAN NOT FIGURE OUT HOW TO MAKE WORDPRESS LEAVE THE SPACES I WANT BETWEEN MY FUCKING HEADINGS AND PHOTOS.

I indulged in the guilty pleasure of a free make over from one of the Revlon ladies while aimlessly wandering around Myer the other week. To excuse myself from any embarrassment and shame that my bare face would bring to me, I explained myself to the make up artist as the novice I am when it comes to blush, lip liner and all things cosmetic. It was like a natural reflex, shedding light upon the insecurities I didn’t even know I possessed. She assured me that she would go through everything she did to me, step by step. I felt like such a teenage girl but it was an oddly warm and endearing experience from which I emerged a beautiful butterfly, ready to spread my wings and conquer the world… Not quite, but I did discover the difference liquid eye liner, primer and foundation actually does make and the confidence it inspires in my knowing that I could now pass as a one of the “every other girls”. Until then, I felt make up was the standard for a world I wasn’t yet a part of  (the same world where every 20-something year old female already knows how to walk comfortably in heels for hours at a time).

Sadly, I could only justify purchasing the eye liner and a set of eye shadows (that I later returned for a refund..!) – partly because I need to be frugal (*cough* atightarse) with what little money I have and partly because I am terrified of becoming one of those girls who cannot leave the house without putting their faces on.  As enticing as knowing I could bring myself up a few notches with a few lotions and powders is, it’s not a mask I am prepared to commit myself to putting on every time I leave the house. I’ve taken to wearing the eye liner out more often than I would usually be bothered to but am realising that it is slowly becoming part of “what I look like”. I would rather be one of the “wow, she looks absolutely banging, tonight” girls on special occasions than one of the girls who lose three points when they don’t put make up on. Going from an 8 to a 5 is quite the fall from grace…

I have also finally realised how women can be so enthused about fashion. I have to admit that until recently, I considered fashion with less regard than it garners from most other women. Like fine wine and cheeses, I know now that it has its connoisseurs. I have not been one of those, but rather one of the teenagers opting for the cask wine over a glass of vintage. Cheap and nasty, as long as it got me there. I would love to buy the best but alas, my wallet is not large enough to settle the raging war between my car, mountain biking, stomach and fashion. The battles, unfortunately, continue.

Anaphylaxis is an acute systemic (multi-system) and severe type I hypersensitivity allergic reaction in humans and other mammals. [1]

Allergy occurs when a person’s immune system reacts to substances in the environment that do not bother most people. [2]

An immune system is a collection of biological processes within an organism that protects against disease by identifying and killing pathogens and tumour cells. [3]

God. The poor kids who live in bubbles. It must be awkward. They’d need assistance getting through doorways… and going upstairs. I imagine moving around in crowded places would be difficult too. Not to mention being near people without really being near them, watching them as they rush around you. The irony is certainly fucked up and twisted.

[1] Anaphylaxis -From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
[2] The Australasian Society of Clinical Immunology and Allergy – What is allergy?
[3] Immune system From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia