Riveting Really

This is a crappy phone photo of what I am wearing today. I nearly just wrote iPhone photo before realising how fucking wanky that sounds.

Target Top

Witchery Skirt

Kloset Belt

RMK shoes

I am all a bit too matchy matchy today for my liking.

That is all. For now.

Bloody Belated Blog

Sorry all for my extended leave of absense. As stated previously, I was not blogging in an attempt to prove a point to myself. But alas, my social experiment failed. In the past, when I have not blogged for a few days, the traffic on my blog has increased, I have gained followers and received more comments than usual. This time it did not. We do have one new follower (Hi) and I did get a few comments but all in all, a complete waste of blog worthy time was wasted.

Oh Well....

Hmm what else have I missed while I was gone?? I LOVE Emma Watson’s haircut, I am pissed that MK said she looks at old photos of the twins and sees little monkey performers , I have no idea who to vote in the election and am honestly thinking of taking up Mum’s suggestion that I write FUCK YOUSE ALL on my ballot paper, I suddenly have a ridiculously busy social life after months of incessant hibernation at home, I have started saying incessant, incessantly, I have learnt that wearing JC clogs while very drunk and where there are steep stairs is not a wise decision, I have learnt I am very lucky not to have broken my neck during said excursion, I have learnt that when you are drunk and need food, anchovies don’t taste so bad after alll, I have learnt not just to drink a drink just because someone hands it to me, I have learnt there are many types of kayaks and things you can do with them, I have lost my shopping mojo, I have seen Terri Hatcher bareface and think she looks great (mainly because she will always be Lois Lane to me), I am sad Artie and Tina have broken up on Twitter, I have no opinion about the fact they are going to turn a quarter of the park across the way from me into a carpark....

.... Many many other things that I am sure would bore you to death. Wasn't that a great story << My catch phrase. More than likely a defensive mechanism so people will not think I am boring/talking crap. Something like, if I acknowledge it, then it is OK.

Anyway, outfit wise. During said drunk escapades involving seeing my friend in her comedy show, talking incredibly loudly about certain activities best kept spoken about not in public, being ditched by my friend to go and pick up, throwing up in a cafe toilet (I am such a lady), getting home WAY past my nanna curfew of 10pm and being VERY very hungover the next day.... I wore this.

What on earth is this pose??

My pretties. That I agree are very ugly but I love all the same. Fastidious fug they are (but that is another post in itself ). And everyone in Cottesloe knows it after I yelled at my sister and dad that they were fabulous and in "a months time everyone will be wearing them". The small child standing near, thought I was very strange and probably cacked his pants when I fell over in them walking to my car.

Clogs -Jeffrey Campbell

Top - Target

Jacket - Portmans (for $17!!)

Pants - Sportsgirl (love love love)

I don’t usually shop in shops. I will browse Forever New, Portmans and Dotti at my local “Quarter” (cough, pretentious name for average suburban shopping centre, cough) but I will rarely buy. Going to the shops just seems like so much effort and inconvenience. This insurrection only began about a year ago when I got my first credit card (apart from the times I could convince by big sister to use to hers to pur-chase me say $150 t-shirt??). Now I am an online shopping fiend. I absolutely refuse to pay full price for anything. I am ridiculously put out when I cannot find a coupon/promotional code for a website that I want to shop on and eBay is the worst and best thing to ever happen to me. Ozsale, Brands Exclusive, Buy Invite, Thread People, Coco Lee are all $35 for real deal Uggs and $11 for speedos!! Who could say no.

Geez, I sound so frelling arrogant sorry (for those of you non-scifi-watching-geeks, frelling is alien for “fucking” in my favourite show ever Farscape. Although they all are injected with translator microbes anyway so I am not sure why technically Frell is not just Fuck, just Henson getting away with vulgarity in an 8pm timeslot. And un-geek).

Anywho, the point is, that I went shopping ... at the shops... last weekend. I was very uninspired and I have discovered I am going through a style revolution. I is confused. I don't know what I like anymore. The above outfit it a perfect example off this. A Target thermal? To a fancy bar? And pants? When I did start loving pants? Why do a have a sudden urge to buy every pair of pants I see now? I even bought myself some baggy black cargo pants and I have been living in them since...... ????? 

But you know feels amazing though. Being able to walk into any store and know that I can pick something up and it will fit. Hell-low. I need to get back on track WW though before I blow out to balloon size again and this elation is lost. Another story for another time though.

So after reading all the above crap, here is what you really care about (I'm tlaking to you RiotersBloc - sorry to take so long). On the date front, all is going well. We are continuing to see each other. As a result of D’s superior Googling skills, he has discovered this blog (cue akward conversation), so I will keep it short and sweet and say things are good. Have you ever tried googling your email address? That is how I can be found. Luckily, non of the people who I would not want to read this blog have any internet skills at all so I am safe (ie. One asked “What is this paypal thing?, to which I almost chocked on my Indian).

That is all....For now.

I promise to return.

Mamma Mia Monotony

So maybe I went to see Mamma Mia again. And Maybe I wore the same thing I did the last time I went. Went with my mamma and had a blast. It was just as fun the second time around.

Maybe I had too much to drink and too little to eat and am a little tipsy right now. Water and plain rice crackers are on the menu. TGIF tomorrow!!

At least I took pics of my outfit this time. Ta da...

I was losing the light rapidly.

Not sure what inspired a back shot. Shows off my lovely swimmers tan. Ok so this is about a million times better than it was in summer. Even strangers on the street comment on my tan in the summer.

And yes it was cold so I wore a covering and even attempted accessorising. The necklace lasted about two minutes into Honey Honey.

Not sure what this pose it. I also apologise for the state of my room!! Ok so maybe I don't, but if you came over I would at least shut the door. There is actually a very complicated system going on here or there was until Dad called and insisted I return his white laundry basket. The contents are now in bed with me.

Dress - Rodarte for Target

Necklace - Diva

7 Way Cardigan (or 8 way as of about 4pm this afternoon when I totally lost the plot and was walking around the office with my purple one tied around my neck and head) - Supre

Tights - the abyss of underwears crap seen on the shelf under my Geek sign

Shoes - Tony Bianco

Ridiculous Pose - Fi trying to pretend she is a tall thin glamorous blogger as opposed to her gawky "moderately" overweight five foot tall self

Buona Notte :-)

Beautiful Barkin Bargains

While house sitting what three weeks ago now, I very diligently took photos of my outfits. Large house, good lighting, lots of places to rest my camera, a full length mirror (for when I finally figured out how to turn my flash off) and a pretty garden were all very inducing factors to take pics.

At present, freezing weather, an entire work wardrobe in dire need of either a clean or an iron, absence of stylish young whippersnapper  (to borrow the term from the honorable FF) to "impress" and lack of care factor means work outfits are not worth a mention. For reference, today I am wearing an ill fitting Cue suit handed down from big sister circa 2003, a tatty see-through blouse with no undershirt (as I decided to forgo the ten minute search to find one in favour of getting back into bed and playing with my iPhone for a while) and a cardigan that clashes with my blouse. Sometimes it is just too hard.

Anyway, at the bottom of my laundry pile are these two dresses that I liked to show you. Both are from Barkins, I shop I have advocated in the past. Combined they cost $85. I think they are very fine and dandy. Click here if interested in purr-chasing.

WARNING: Do not be deceived by the cute little face of the doggie who joins me in these pics. This dog and her big brother "play fight" hard. All over the house and all over the person sitting on the couch. I still have the bruises to prove it!!

Dress Number One. Flintstone print dress. $49.95

Puppy 2 appears to have her game face on. I bet Puppy 1 is growling at her over to the right. I don't remember as this photo was taken before coffee and my brain would have been rendered useless.

Puppy 2, now distracted from play fighting, has decided to check out the crazy shenanigans "stranger who feeds us" is up too. Puppy 2 is confused.

Puppy 1 and 2 are now sitting quietly in the corner mocking my narcissism. They are very intellectually advanced for their ages.

Dress - Barkins


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Tights - crappy $5 ones Coles that laddered the second puppy licked my toe
Shoes - Nude Footwear, accidentally won on eBay but were a pleasant surprise

Dress Number Two. Shadow Print Dress. SALE $34.95

Puppies were used to photo taking by this time. This photo proves the ill effect running around on bitumen after litte Fi-clone cousin has on new shoes. They look positively squashed and this was the third time I ever wore them.

I love the pattern. Maybe a little tight at the bust just now. Look how shiny my face is and scraggly my hair is.

Dress – Barkins

Cardigan – Rodarte for Target

Shoes – RMK

Tights – Target, 2 for $7

Hooroo. Off to do the work dishes as secretary feels she is too good to do them. Not that I am bitter or nothing.

As much as a Twilight New Moon Puzzleboard

Yes ladies and gentlemen, that is how much weight I lost this week. As much as as this:

This apparently weighs 500g. If it does not, lets just say it does.

In other news, this girl really rubs me up the wrong way, but that's another story for another day. For now I would just like to point out that her people need to teach her some manners and perhaps some coping mechanisms. I hope this is not another incident which gives Australia a bad rep in the US.

I am two minds tonight. I am wondering where the day went but also lamenting how it is only Monday. In my life Mondays are renowned for being bad. Today was probably about a 7/10 on the Monday scale so I guess not too bad.

This is what I wore this Monday. Excuse the crappy quality photos again. I may be a little too into my new phone.

Portmans Dress

Target Top - 100% wool and only $23. I love Target for cheap basics.

Mystery Tights from by tight box

Sojo Shoes - love these. I had them in red first but I wore the sole down until I could see and feel the ground through it. I found them in the bottom of my wardrobe the other day. I sat cradling them for a long while. It was a beautiful moment. I had to put them back though so I wouldn't get too sad. These replacements are almost as good.

And some other random photos from today.

Hehe

View from my desk. Nice huh

PS. This little cutie also weighs 500 grams. All together now, awww.

Pics courtesy of Fifi, babylonpuzzles.com, Daily Mail UK and ninemsn

Irrationality is Irritating

I am a stresspot. Always have been, always will be. I usually stress for a reason though. Work, my weight, my relationships, my lack of relationships, always running late, not having nice hair/make-up on each day. If there is a deadline coming up, I will get very anxious. When it is passed (and I have met it), I will feel better.

However, occasionally I get anxious for no apparent reason at all. And this in turn stresses me out. I know it is completely irrational but I can’t help it. This is how I have been feeling this weekend.

In this mood, I do not think clearly. This morning I woke from a dream that two horrid people had made nasty comments on my blog about my waist size and my dinner from Friday night. My resolution in this mindset was to give it all in, delete my blog and hide from the world. Now, I know I will get nasty comments eventually. Thankfully all my comments so far have been lovely and I thank you all for spending the time to read my little blog and getting to know me a litte. When this god forbid happens, it will hurt, but ultimately I really won't care too much in the scheme of things. People can be arse faces and although it is taking me some time to deal with this, it is reality and I must try and get on with my life regardless.

Another example is that yesterday when I uploaded my outfit posts, I thought I looked like a giant ugly heffalump and was refusing to post them (even though sans having seen photos, I like this outfit and feel good in it). I thought.. “ You can't let the world see you like this Fi. You look fat, and frumpy and not blog-fashion-post-ready at all”.

But then I gave myself a stern talking too about how I didn't want my blog to be anything but me having a bit of fun and for it to be a hobby (I believe having hobbies are VERY important). And (I know you shouldn't start sentences with "and" but I thought those reading aloud might want a breather) if I feel like cataloguing my wardrobe and the different outfits I style and letting others know about great brands and bargains I found, then I will.

So irrational anxiety caused blog deleting and post hiding averted.

And anyway, heffalumps are cute. See.

Although, as they don't really exist, I am not sure how I managed to find a photo of one. Yes I am talking to you, Estate of A.A Milne (coz I know you are reading).

Anyway, if you care, this is what I wore. If you don't, go away or close your eyes while you scroll down the page. What ver.

I was trying to capsule the ruffle. Instead I captured my absurdity 

Here is the ruffle

Deats:

Country Road Ruffle Dress. Ebay. Bargain.

Target leggings. $20. Decent enough. Soft, wash well but a little thin (ie. can see my thigh if I were to wear them as pants)

Dotti Bodysuit. Don't really see the point of bodysuits. They are not that comfortable and make going to the toilet difficult. Alas I persevered as all my other tops were dirty.

Belt. No bloody idea.

RMK shoes. Ebay. Bargain. Ebay readers Ebay. If you don't know how, stayed tuned over the next few days as I will be giving a tutorial - including a section on "getting over those virgin fears and trepidations" - on how to successfully buy shit on the bay that is E. I may be preaching to to choir, but believe me, most everyday none internet forum/blog frequenters, just don't get ebay. So I don't know why I am going to post a blog entry on it (as they won't read it) but anywho, I will. In case you are interested.

What, do I have to do today? Tackle this....

Why-o-why Fi?

Also have to go to work, feed Nixon (the feline ruler of my parents life), clean the flat and go for a swim. And it's nearly 12pm. Argh. Will need to have a serious talking to myself ... Maybe my anxiety is not irrational after all.

"Fi, get out of this funk and get moving woman!!" Feeling better already.

Pictures courtesy of me and Disney