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Sunday, July 25, 2010

Brilliant Bettina

Ok quick post to tell you about the brilliant Curvy Bettina Liano jeans I got yesterday (maybe because I needed jeans and maybe to wear for coffee with certain person of whom I will be seeing again shortly).

Anyway these jeans are magic. They fit so well (although this is not the most flattering photo -  I badly tucked my shirt into my jeans this evening after remembering I wanted to take pictures while getting half undressed so I think that explains the bumps). I have never felt so good (or just say it Fi, "sexy") in a pair of jeans in my life. I have a small bum (thanks dad) and always have major sag factor in pants. These even make mine look good. The photo of my bum is only to demonstrate the brilliance of these jeans. I would not normally post pictures of my posterior. Oh and they don't fall down. Bend and they stay where they are supposed too. No "belt looping" required.

It is just so good to finally start to feel great in clothes. The shirt tucked into jeans look is something I have been wanting to try for ages. I am so sold. And the shirt was basically free (another new purchase) as I purchased it with vouchers (that I got for using my credit card - is that still free??). 

Also the service at the Bettina Liano store was exceptional. I was served by Sally at the Claremont store and she was so friendly and helpful. She took one look at me and was able to give me the right size and know that the skinny leg would look the best (apparently too much fabric around the knee and shin is not so flattering on us shorties). Sally knew so much about the product and really seemed like she loved it. I will definitely be going back and get the black on the future (after I have saved up a bit - they are a bit pricey). Oh and I totally stole the "belt looping" thing from her.

There should be a law that every girl should own a pair of these jeans. Word on the street (or from the BT sales assistant) is that they flatter any body shape and even the thin girls are after them.

So basically a HUGE recommendation from me.

Perhaps I need to cuff them if I wear kitten heels or flats in future.


Shiny Bum!! We had lighting/flash problems.


I love the detail of this top. Floral that anyone could pull off. I find it hard to do sometimes, despite my fervent admiration all these floral.

Jeans - Bettina Liano
Shirt - Country Road
Shoes - Mileno 

Friday, July 23, 2010

Outfit Omissions

Wow, I am not so good with the outfit posts of late.

Pretty uninspired and basically just a mix of my last two outfit posts but this is what I wore on Thursday to work. This and the biggest "woe is me" expression you have ever seen. Flu hit home that day. Not that you can tell by the smile. Why I smile for pics when I am going to cut my head off is beyond me. It is just habit.


Most of the crap I have on - You know the drill
Singlet - Country Road

Not the best pic sorry, I lost the light. I fancied myself very House of Eliott 1920's loose layered couture in this outfit.


Now I see I must have been deluded by the flu drugs. I am reading the HOE book by Jean Marsh at present. First the good bits with Jack and Bea and then the whole thing through again. I must have forgotten I stopped reading and had out it down and was living my own life again.


Love, love, love my custom made Jet & Ruby necklace made by my friend Heidi.

And while we are talking fashion, I have had a sudden infusion of green into my wardrobe. Two spur of the moment eBay purchases on the weekend to cement the end of my short lived spending ban.


Yet another silk dress for work. By Karen Walker. Which I just realised will make me look like a tree.


Suit. Vintage Mel Clifford. Cate G's post convinced me I needed more cute suits. How I concluded  this bright green suit was anywhere neat par with Cate's glamorous Chanel-like number is beyond me but it is very flattering and better than my green/yellow/pink one so I will take it. Oh and it cost like thirty bucks so really a win all around.

Man, I really need to go to bed. I am getting dizzy. Nun night,


Thursday, July 22, 2010

Aftermath Analysis

So rioters bloc has requested a run down on Speed Dating. Check out her blog, I enjoy it muchly.

Maybe this run down will cause me to expose my blog to people in my life as it will save me from having to tell the same story over and over again. I am sick of telling it already. Mainly because I am shy and get embarrassed. Writing it down while sitting in my room my self is much easier.

So to set the scene, I went with my friends from school C and J. J god bless her drove. Luckily for me as I was adamant that liquid courage was required.



Don't ask what I was drinking. I was all they had and pretty rancid.

Oh and why I was there, I randomly decided to do a what is in my bag photo. Probably because for once there was no rubbish in my bag. I will show you what I mean one day. I don't really care about what people have in their bags but if you do this is for you. Enjoy.


Anyway, we drove around the city looking for a park for ages. We finally found one that would accommodate our after 10pm requirements and rushed to the venue, arriving five minutes after the 7.30pm start time. We were unsure whether 7.30pm meant, sit down and date at 7.30pm or stand around awkwardly for awhile then date. Turns out it was the latter. 

So after standing around for a while just talking to my friends, another champers down the trap (seriously I rarely drink), we finally found the hosts, got our name badges and our score sheets. Not so surprisingly for Perth, there were two other girls there who we knew. N and H went to high school with us. Apart from stalking them on facebook, I don't think I have seen either of them since 2002. We sat down at a table for a while and had a rather awkward chat with a couple of guys and then we were split into boys and girls for our host speeches.

The way it worked was that the girls sat a table and the boys rotated to us. We all had numbers and our names on our badges. We had five minutes with each of the 18 guys. There was a warning bell at four minutes and then a final bell when it was time for the next date. The scorecard could be ripped in half. On one side we wrote our own notes (for the next day to jog our memories when we got out "matches") and on the other side we wrote next to the guy's name and number "date", "friend" or "no".

You need a bloody degree to figure this out, especially after a few drinks, but this is what it means. If either girl or guy picked "no", there was no match. If both picked "date", you get matched as a 'date" and if one picks "friend", or you both do, it's a "friend" match. So if if I wrote "date' and he wrote "friend", then it would only be a "friend" match. We got emailed our results and the contact details of our "friend" or "date" matches the next day. Sorry I am mixing my tenses here. I am even confusing myself.

Oddly enough, N and I shared a tiny little table for our dates. I would date the guys first and then they would shuffle the 20cms to the next seat and date her. It was a little unnerving for me having them stay so close. J and C decided it was hilarious and that N was getting my sloppy seconds. By the end of it I was introducing my dates to N.

So, eighteen dates is a lot. By the end, C gave up and told one of her dates she just wanted to go home. It was also very cramped and loud and there were only two breaks for toilet, food and drink refills. We did get a complimentary drink though. Five minutes goes very quickly. Especially if you are me and spend one of those five minute dates having a coughing fit and another laughing hyserically for no apparent reason. It would have been better if there were nine dates lasting ten minutes. It is also very tiring talking to strangers for nearly four hours. Yes, we finished at eleven fifteen. On a school night!!

The guys were all really nice and decent looking. I was also surprised at how attractive and nice most of the girls were too. Hmm, did I just diss myself? Back to the important stuff. There was a few standouts looks wise. My first date was gorgeous. Pity I stood him up for three of the five minutes while I waited for the very slow bartender (who was the best looking of the night). I only had one awkward conversation (which also involved the coughing fit) but that was one of last and I was so very tired. I think I just lost concentration for a while. Me being me even said at the end "So, nice to meet you. Sorry for the awkward conversation". That was actually the hardest part. The saying goodbye. It was like:

"Ok, nice to meet. Have a nice life".
"Oh and meet N, she is your next date".

And then my next date would come in and it would start all over again. Not before we frantically picked our preferences for the last date and scribbled down some note about them. Ie. J - painter, hot, inventions. M - loves to sweat. B - bunge knee, bogan. And back to the next date.

"Hi I am Fi".
"Yes, my name tag has been ripped in half to remove the "ona". That was a former date".
"So, how are you".
"Good. Have you done this before".
"Are you having fun?"
"So, what do you do".

And then I would put off telling them what I do for as long as possible. Oddly most of them were tradies. Three were in IT and three were photographers. I am always awkward telling guys  I am lawyer because they tend to get intimidated or put off.  "Oh... A lawyer" they say. And because I work in "divorce law", it is not really the best conversation piece for a date, especially when you only have five minutes. I think I said my job was " yes very interesting and eye opening", "no it's not as hard as you think" and "just a job" about a million times. Not that I fancy dating only "professionals" but I probably should have gone to the "professionals" event next week as at least I would not of have  such awkward conversations about my work.

Geez sorry I sound like a pompous snob. I am not like that at all. I promise. Ok, maybe a little bit.

My whole life I had encountered problems because I am too nice. This was no exception. Apart from one guy, I either listed "date" or "friend" for everyone. I ticked "friend" in a "you were nice to talk too but I would not want to date you kinda way". How we were going to be "friends", I did not even think about. I even ticked "friend" for Frenchy, the guy we swear was only there to find a wife so he could stay in the country and who was also a little creepy.

So after checking my email a million times yesterday, we finally got our matches. I must be a pretty friendly kind of girl because I got twelve matches. Eleven "friends' and one "date". J got one date and some friends and C got six friends. So I like totally won. J's date was T - hot, painter, inventions, so maybe she won in some people's eyes. Not that it is a competition.

And you know what? Miracle upon miracle, my "date" guy, D, was the guy I liked the most. The first thing I said to him was "Lucky Last" and the conversation just flowed so easily from there.  N did point out though that D was her sloppy seconds as he was her first. We probably talked for about twenty minutes too as when the final bell rang we all sat around talking. This then had to be explained to N's date Frenchy, so our date sort of turned into a double. Then we compared notes and my friends started making fun of this one guy. I laughed and stated he was the guy with the weird hobby. D leaned across the table and whispered that we were talking about his friend. Oops. It obviously was not too bad though as he picked me.

So we got our matches with their emails and mobile numbers. Within three hours I had an email from one guy (which turned out to be generic as J got the same one) asking me if I would like to go dancing, to an art gallery or for coffee with him, as friends... Then I got a text

"Bonsoir "Fi", lookin forward 2 see if ur as geeky as u claim to be ;-)".

No name. You have probably already guessed who it was but I was little slow on the uptake. If it was D, I didn't want to dismiss him or be rude. I had also completely forgotten what I said to each guy and who I must of told I was a geek. So I replied.

""And how am I supposed to prove that to a mystery man?"

And then I realised if I clicked 'Show All" on my email, I could see the guys phone numbers and confirmed that it was my future foreign husband to be. Why oh why did I tick friend??? Too nice for my own good. I can't just flat out say "Not interested" and I have decided to fob him off until his visa expires next month. Nice ha. Such terrible terrible timing that I have come down with a deathly disease.

Anyway, I decided I would email D if he didn't email me by today. But he did. And he was very sweet and said he would call me tonight. Which he did. We are meeting for coffee (be still my beating heart, anyone can win me over with caffeine) and cake.

Problem being is that I have the bloody flu. And I sound like a frog. It is very attractive. He even accused me (I think jokingly but flu brain does not take stirring very well and took it literally) of putting it on to avoid him. So I told him, that no I was only doing that to Frenchy. Go figure? Fi flu brain is mental!! Anyway, I left it that I would let him know when I was feeling better and we would go out.

So that is that.

It really was a fun night and a great thing to do. So many laughs all around. I am glad I sucked it up and had the guts to go. I would totally recommend it to anyone who has the slightest inkling to try it out. We only live once right.

Oh and this is what I wore:



Now I need to figure out what appropriate coffee and cake attire is. I really need jeans. I want some Curvy Bettina Liano ones but don't want to spend $250 if they are going to be too big in a few weeks. Woe is me. Luckily big sis is in town so will get her to assist me. She does casual well. My casual repotoire comprises of frump and sloppy. 

And time to pass out.


Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Dash Dating - What Will We Wear??

Speed dating is tonight and I don't know what to wear. I have an endless wardrobe and nothing....

Arggh...

I think my problem is I have too many looks. Corporate, pretty, preppy, grunge, hippy, sloppy, funky on and on.

All I have decided on is my shoes. The shoes are easy.




Shoes - Nude Footwear

 That reminds me of “In Her Shoes” by Jennifer Weiner. The bit where Rose says something along the line of “The shoes are always right”. I wish I had it on me so I could tell you the real quote. She is basically getting ready for a date and doesn’t know what to wear and is having a bitch of a time but at least she knows that her shoes will work. I like Rose’s idea that shoes always look good regardless of what size you are. And you can always (although I would probably say usually) get shoes that fit. Even if your annoying little sister steals them and spills chocolate ice-cream on them. Good book. Read it.

I just finished reading this book for the millionth time. It is a good easy read. I do forget how depressing the beginning can be though. This is one of those books that I love so much that I don’t want to finish. When I read a book for the first time, I want to get to the end as quick as possible so I can find out what happens. When I re-read a book, it is all about spending time with the characters. And when I am at the end, I feel like I have lost them. All I want to do is go back to the beginning again and meet them all over again. Or, watch the movie.

I have in the past, read Pride and Prejudice, watched the BB version, watched the Keira version and then re-read the book, all in a row. Now P&P is my favourite but this is the only thing I do this with. I once watched all 88 episodes of Farscape and the mini-series in about a week and then went straight away and watched the whole thing from the beginning again…. Yes, I am a GEEK. And proud of it.

Now, back to thinking about what to wear.

Monday, July 19, 2010

Betty Behaving Badly

Sorry I haven't posted in a while. I have just been a right Betty* for the last couple of days and all I want to do is crawl into bed and sleep forever. I feel like screaming and crying and laughing and collapsing on the floor all at once.

*For those of you who not privy to bizarre workings of my brain that is, Bad Mood Betty. Friends with Nasty Nancy, Patronising Patrice or Constantly Complaining Connie. The correct usage in a sentence would be, “Don’t be such a Betty” or just call the person whose name is not Betty, Betty. Would probably not work if the person was actually called Betty though.

In truth I know that I am really just tired and recovering from one of my rarely occurring migraines and very busy at work while having to deal with excruciatingly irritating staff members.

Just wanted to let you know transmission will resume per usual shortly. I just have to sort myself out.

So in the meantime, for your viewing pleasure, here are some Bettys whom I hope do not conjure up images of the ridiculously, repulsively tempered blogger who is writing these words at the minute. Hmm, I don't think I like the term "blogger". Lets just pretend I said "Fi" instead.





Yes, I know I am a drama queen.


Thursday, July 15, 2010

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 :-)

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Stunning Seymours

This what I sported at work yesterday. Why I decided to put together the two pieces from my wardrobe where wrinkles decide to go to die on is beyond me. At least I added a little colour to the dreary day.


Haha, Hi L.


Note the "I am so over today" smile.


Note the mug in the sink. Someone may have left it in their room so long, it grew mould. It was not me. Promise.

Top - Country Road
Skirt - Sussan
Tights - Target
Shoes - Nude Footwear
Belt - Sportscraft
Wrinkles - nature

Oh and some pretties arrived in the mail today. I am on a spending ban so this elation must last me a while. They are so precious, I have not decided whether I will wear them or not yet. Certainly not in this current weather. Original Mr Seymour (Stew's dad - here for further reading). Circa -  god knows when. Anyone have an idea? I will have to pull out my fashion books to see if I can decipher the era from the toe shape.


Oh My ...


... Gad

And look at the box they came in. Not the original I am sure but so quaint.




PS. I am so sorry to anyone who read my paragraphs before I justified them. Bad Fi. I can not stand paragraphs that are not justified. I think this may be a law school thing though. We got marks off if we did not justify. It gives me great pleasure to whisper "Justi-fie" when I click that neat little box.... I never said I wasn't a nerd.

As little as a RDS 002 TOUR Yonex Tennis Racquet


Yes, as you may note from the title change, I put on. 300 grams. And I must say, thank god. I know that sounds strange but I needed a gain to give me a kick in the butt. I have been losing without all that much effort of late. I have been exercising, although not as much as I would like. I tried Zumba on Saturday which I loved. I sweated like a pig but it didn't even really feel like exercise. Tell that to my aching calves today though (aches may be due to skipping). I have however been lapse with my tracking. Tracking is the key. Track. Track. Track. For the last five days of last week, my tracker reads "25 points - Write Off". This has appeared on my weekly food chart for a month or so. I don't even know if I ate 25 points. I didn't make bad choices with my food, I just didn't keep track of what I ate. So I have no idea. Anyway, the kick in my butt worked and I am going to track everyday. Promise.

MY GOAL - I have always said I want to be at goal by the end of the year. On my calculations, there are 24 weeks until the end of the year. I have 12.3 kilos to lose. So a little over 0.5 a week. I can do it. I have nothing to lose.... or a lot :-)

PS. The racquet is another sign I should start up tennis again. Everywhere I go, I am getting signs. At Harbour Town I kept seeing all these adorable and cheap tennis outfits. Then there was a sale on Buy Invite for a gorgeous skirt/top/jacket set for under $100. Then on Saturday, I heard the undeniable sounds of someone hitting up against a wall and sure enough I looked out the window and within spitting distance there is a hit up wall. How did I never see this before? The universe is speaking to me. I am going to fish my racquet out on the weekend and have a hit. Hopefully it does not need restringing. I think I even have a tin of balls left from when I played pennants. When I was 12. Haha. Wish me luck.

              
                                               

Monday, July 12, 2010

Preposterous Poem of the Week - Licorice Allsorts


Oh Licorice Allsorts
Pink, Black, Yellow, Black, Orange
How much I love you
I never feel bad eating you, you natural laxative you
And how much better you taste when purchased in a black and gold bag
Four pieces equal only one point
If I have five, no-one will know the difference
Why must the other office staff like you so much
I don't like to share you
Orange, Black, White, Black, Yellow
You taste the same but you are never favoured as much as the pink
Licorice, I am sorry some people do not like you
 But I will never leave you uneaten
Oh and Green you have not been forgotten
You are not fussed to stick to Orange or Pink
That is very commendable in today's society
Wait
I am sorry Licorice Allsorts
I think ten pieces in a row is enough even for me
Back to your hiding spot
I will see you tomorrow around half past three
And then you will be gone
Look at the pretty colours


Lotsa Lemmings

As my last post made me feel a tad depressed, I have just been off distracting myself with pretty things.

Prior to September 2004, this is where my mind went to when I thought of lemmings:

Memories of primary school computer class and grandad’s study come floading back just looking at this. LETS GO!

Now as a Voguette, a lemming is something that I want. Something on my to-buy list. Though usually it is something on my will-never-buy-as-I-can-no-longer-fathom-spending-that-much-on-shoes-clothes-accessories list. 

I enjoy drooling over expensive clothes. At university, I used to spend hundreds of dollars on single pieces from Lover, Zimmerman, Karen Walker, Alice McCall, Kate Hurst, Ruby Smallbone and other reasonably branded pieces. I had Chanel sunnies and MJ perfume. I am not sure how I afforded these things but I did only have law student uni hours (ie. 11 hours a week) and I always worked at least two jobs. Oh and I laybyed everything. This was pre layby fees of course. And there were a few times my mum or sister had to bail me out when I couldn't pay my laybys off. Unfortunately they were not that generous so my lovelies (yes you KW blouse, I still remember you) went back onto the shelves.

Anyway, if you care and even if you don't, here is what I am lemming at the moment. I apologise to your bandwidth for my endless clothing posts of late, I am in that sort of mood.


 









SIGH.

                                      


Pics courtesy of Maximillia, Karla Spetic, Tavi, Topshop, Google Images, Freez, Lori's Shoes

PS. Quick Question. If I was going to bite the bullet and get some JC Charlis. Should I get.

A.

or

B.