oh Lindsay, your lifestyle seems to have gotten the best of you.



I know she is a bit rough around the edges as far as celebrities go, but I'm not going to lie... this makes me feel better. She still looks better than I do when I'm trying,but beggars can't be choosers.

Graceland, 1965

Elvis either had one keen eye for interior design or he hired someone who did.

Gosh darn, I can never make these bigger, but ok- look at what this is. Amazing! sexy cowgirl craft or something.

Thanks David Lynch

Big hair, check. Red lips and nails, check. Tight, trashy 90s clothes, check. Elvis Presley, check. All round David Lynch-tastic-ness, check. Hello new favorite film!

Lacey socks?

I've never really warmed to the lacey sock revival. Don't get me wrong, the look pretty sweet on most people and I think 'Hey lacey socks. That's cool.' But whenever I go to reach for a pair, memories from my childhood of surly little girls in poofy nylon dresses and shoes that squeak with their Filipino maid running after them just come flooding back, and I just can't quite do it. Or so I thought...Enter American Apparel - the saviour of all things basic/borderline slutty. NAVY BLUE lacey socks? Now these I think I can quite happily do.

You have to strike while the iron is hot

Sigh. SORRY, ITEM OUT OF STOCK, again.

Sad news

R.I.P. Aretha, we miss you already.


P.S. Be strong Dusty! We believe in you!

Here we go again

So a while back I mysteriously broke and lost my favorite amber ring. Then I came home from being overseas for two weeks, walk into my room and the missing piece of amber was sitting smack in the middle of my doorway. Creepy yes, did I question it? No. Enter super glue. All was well...until now (again). The whole ring has gone missing now!!! WHHHHHYYYYY? COME BACK! I CAN'T FIND ANOTHER RING AS PERFECT AS YOU! Whatever I did, I'm sorry!

Will you guys still be my friends if ...

I somehow found and bought and wore these?



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Please make it stop!

Please make the clogs stop multiplying. Not only are they coming out looking like a more polished version of the pair I had when I was seven (black with flowers along the rim), but they are now morphing into things like a clog-boot-thing. W.T.F? STOP! Just stop. These shoes are NOT flattering on seven-year-old girls, and they are also NOT flattering on grown women - model or normal human. Nasty, nasty, nasty. I shudder.

And P.S. is Lara Stone wearing peddle pushers? Or bike pants? Both things that happened to me in the 90s, but unlike dark purple lipstick and flannel - they are something, like clogs, that should stay in the past!

Crushed Velvet?

Alexander Wang's fall 2010 show happened in New York a few days ago. Yes I am aware I am sooo behind on this, but I have a life (and at times a very slow internet connection). But anyway, to get to the point - dare I say, I didn't really like it. The only things that I wasn't so confused about were a few dresses towards the end. What's going on here? Pinstripes and crushed velvet? Really? I like velvet, but not the crushed variety. And I never like pinstripes. N.E.V.E.R. Sigh Alexander, sigh. These dresses are wonderful. The non-so-wonderful pinstripe and crushed velvet can be researched on your own time. They don't belong here.

Something to Think About

I can't make this friggin picture bigger - but ok,ok , click on it, and look at it. Awesome.

Work Work Work

Lately, its been feeling like ALL I DO IS WORK. Work, work , work, work. Boo to Work. The thing is, my current place of employment has no air conditioning. Lots of work + no aircon does not make for a fun employment experience.

So, to mentally repair myself after long days of being friendly to people that aren't always friendly back, I watch dvds. Like "Twin Peaks - Fire Walk With Me." As much as I love love loved Twin Peaks series , the movie was full on hard core Laura Palmer was a slutty bitch. Sarah and I actually screamed, out loud, simultaneously, during the film. Long live Killer Bob and The One Armed Man!!

P.s I missed Audrey.

Who else forgot what Rihanna's face looked like?

Like when she had hair. I sure did. Lil Ri Ri harks back to ye ole days once in a while in her new video for Rude Boy. She also has most certainly grown all up...

Well, you learn something everyday, don't cha?

The girl who starts out on the right. Totes man in drag. Jonte. Remember Jonte?



Who would have known? Bif would have known. And now (after a night of gin, cran and tonic and couch dancing - that is dancing without standing up, my speciality) I know. And now you know too!

Alexander McQueen Gone.

R.I.P


Found dead in his London home this morning.

Studs

No not hunky guys, the shiny stuff that goes on clothes, bags, shoes etc etc etc. I was quite excited by the more readily accessible studded stuff that began to come about in the last six months or so. I like studs, and without having a studding machine (if I did I'd probably go khu-razy and stud my entire life) ready made studded stuff was fantastic. BUT. Now it has gotten a little overboard. Annoying 14-year-old girl overboard. It is becoming increasingly more difficult to dress in a way different from high schoolers (and when you put my height and 'sweet-face' into the equation, this is pretty much impossible). Now studs aside, can we sit and think about this situation happening about ten or so years ago, say when I was an annoying 14-year-old girl. Well, it didn't happen. We didn't have the wonders of Supre or an accelerated sense of fashion. Sigh. I should just give up now, start lying about my age and do over my teenage and university years. Is this the answer to my life crisis? I hope so!

My life...?

The life crisis continues...

I wish I was Taylor Swift

Two weeks ago, my boy friend bought his first Harley. One week ago, I had my first ride on a Harley. Now let me tell you, at first when motorbikes became something recurring in my life (thanks Ben) I was a little unsure about all this. You know, the bad ass reputation, the speed , the leather. But I quickly became a convert. So anyway, the Harley. THE BIGGEST,LOUDEST,HEAVIEST bike I have gone on. And my favourite one of my boyfriends bikes, fo sho. There is a photo of me on the bike , but I couldn't find the cord to upload my pictures. What a loser.

This is pretty much what we looked like.

Harper's does it better

Isabel Lucas looks waaaaaaay better in the Viktor & Rolf dress than Ri Ri did at le Grammys the other night. Sorry Ri Ri, as much as I like you, and as much as I non like Isabel...you just looked funny in the dress. Wasn't for you boo. I think what might have been missing from Rihanna's outfit was a personal wind fan to follow her around and give the dress the full effect. As well as some soft lighting to make the colours look nice as opposed to a kindergarten craft project.

Did I mention my sister is getting married?

I did. She is. Pretty soon too.

Um...

Another dazed and confused Sarah post-nap here. It's so hot. I think I just combusted in my nap just before. I feel all grizzly and funny (not haha). As amazers as our little palace is, it is also amazers hot. My room in particular. My fan is my new best friend. He goes everywhere with me. But sometimes, when you've just come home after a hard day of buying an external hardrive and just want to read the final book of a four book saga about an annoying girl, her irritating vampire boyfriend and a few warewolves, you just drift asleep without turning your amazing new friend on. Anyway...here are a few things. They have less meaning than most things on this blog usually have because of my current state. The Grand Canyon, where I seriously want to live (with my fan of course). And something I quite like from YSL, the dress, nothing else. The ghetto gold on the girl is a bit much...