I Wasn't Born To Follow

R.I.P Dennis Hopper. If you haven't seen Easy Rider yet I have two things to say to you. 1) Why? 2) Do it now.

Stuffs I like

Normally this might not be something I'm into,but today its about right. Blokes name is Matthew Robert Hughes, check em out.

Sweet 16?

Or 17. Around about that age anyway is how old these girls are meant to be. One thing that really bugs me is kids dressing like 30-year-old power women (hello Sea of Shoes). The shoe just really doesn't fit! And also the shoe of Harem Pants NEVER EVER fits, on ANYONE but a skinny-malinny 6ft tall model who could use the extra material to create illusions of other things in the thigh area.

But back to my point. Seeing as 16-year-olds are dressing like this these days, and I'm 22 and still being mistaken for a 16-year-old dressing like a 22-year-old, I guess the solution to my age problem is to start dressing like a 40-year-old lady who lunches??? No. I don't think so.

Is this just an accelerated version of the old playing dress-up in your mums heels and wearing the pinkest pink lipstick to your friends sleepover when you were seven? Now I'm not one of those cotton-wool parents, firstly because I don't have a child, and mostly because they really bug me. The parents who don't let their kids go to discos, or wash their laundry in Dettol, or who are totally outraged by Suri Cruise's excellent taste in shoes, handbags and nail polish shades. But am I naive and this is actually going to be Suri in 4 years time?

Look, everyone wants to grow up fast. Hell I (still) know the feeling of wanting to be looked at like you are 3 or 4 years older than you really are (or in my case getting the age bang on the nail is fine thanks). But dressing like you have ALREADY married the investment banker of your dreams and have found the world's most perfect nanny to raise your wonderfully worldly and cultured kids just looks a bit off in the teens. Or twenties even.

That crisp look which comes with having bought everything from net-a-porter only suits people who ACTUALLY have the above scenario. Why dive in all of that so fast when you can get away with a run in your stockings as a carefree nod to your carefree YOUNG life?

And besides, even if they were 30, THIS would still look better. Sigh, kids these days eh?

Hey darls,
well guys , life is a-changing and I have to change on with it. I have made this plan to travel but things are all up in the air and shit and now I'm back to square one.
Sometimes shit just doesn't go quite as planned, huh. Execute (read: formulate ) plan B.

Picture in honour of the upcoming Wanda Jackson show, she was a real fox back in the day. Big hair, big brows - everything Sarah loves in a woman.

The End of an Era

Sometimes stuff just doesn't work out. And maybe its for the best.

EMERGENCY BLOG II (not all in capitals)

Erm, hi y'all. So, I WANT THIS BAG SO MUCH! But is it worth $440 (or $398 online? p.s. how do i bring that up when I negotiate my lay-by? I hate confrontation) bones? I THINK YES!!! But I also almost bought those Opening Ceremony shoes way back when. P.s. will you hate me for putting my belongings in a deer? I'm pretty ok about fur to be honest. But this is a deer, Bambi if you will...ok let's try not to think about that shall we. And it's not black! Which from the vain-tastic photo I guess you all can see I need less of (in case you didn't believe me before). Do I hear lay-by calling my name? It whispers 'Sarah's credit card' in the wind. Oh god, what a fucking predicament! Moral of this story - NEVER try ANYTHING on Sarah, just leave it on the mannequin. Sigh, sigh, sigh. Someone push me over the edge please.

Music makes me lose control

or at least recently I have lost control of my music. I NEED HELP. Calling all ye cool readers, help me find something new to listen to so I don't go insane. I am up for any suggestions. Here is a run down of the kind of music I like:

1) I like 'good' country music.


2) I like swoon worthy country music along the lines of Hank Williams by swoon worthy tall, tall, tall young lads.


3) but I also LOVE (yes, capitals) 'bad' country music.


4) Neil Young. Fullstop.


5) Beyonce. Fullstop.


6) A list of assorted 'need to know and love' cool dudes


7) I even listen to gospel music


8) 50s and 60s rock n roll. Defo.



9) Fleetwood Mac. Fullstop.


10) You know, all the other shit that's out there Animal Collective, Elvis, Lady Gaga, Bill Callahan, Smog, Soujla Boy Tell 'Em, Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds, Jenny Lewis, BRMC, The Kills, Taylor Swift, Leadbelly, Michael Jackson, Pulp, Primal Scream, The Black Keys, Keils, Pavement, The Cramps, Paul Simon, Justin Timberlake, The Smiths, 50 Cent, Cat Power, Sam Cooke, Merle Haggard, Tom Waits, blah, blah, blah, music wankery spew.



So roll, up roll up, suggest me something not on that list. I will give you a virtual hug if I like what I hear! As you can see I have crazy irrational taste that borderlines more on the side of 'bad' than 'good' so don't be afraid. The only thing that really makes my ears bleed is cutesy music. You know the kind that has too many xylophones and is always played in the golden light of sunset in a field of overgrown grass. GROSS. Oh and you know Pete Wentz's band and stuff like that (mamma didn't raise no fool). But yes, I just need help and assistance! My iPod is driving me bored.

p.s. re-posting this photo. God damn Elvis was a babe!


p.p.s. Jen Eatson I will NOT accept suggestions anywhere near you calling me an 'ultimate hipster' b.t.w. Get off that band wagon already. It's beginning to give me a rash.

Oh, cool!

Crystal knuckle duster. Hot damn! Hell yes! Oh my god yes!

Chanel Resort

So Chanel Resort 2011. Let's get the stuff I like out of the way first shall we? Yes, let's.

Pink, gingham, frilly (enough) bikini. I will begin my summer-bod regime now! Okay. Tomorrow. Okay, okay LATER! GIVE ME A BREAK!



Mono-chrome short. Cool.



Mono-chrome long. Cool. But not a 5ft 2" girl's best friend. Or any kind of friend for that matter, best, or normal.



The perfect white dress. Like a delicious wedding cake (only if you get the chocolate inside though, fruit cake is the pits). But if I got this (scoff) I think I would cut it short. Yes, that's right. I'd cut a Chanel gown all on my own using the kitchen scissors . I guess it's a good thing I gots no sugar daddy.



Sparkly disco pants. For all the sparkly discos I frequently attend.



Weird outfit. Awesome outfit. Crop top of my dreams.



Okay so weird stuff. To be honest, most of it was weird. Very weird. Very Eastern European on a cruise (which I guess is the target audience?) Weird patterns. Weird cuts. Weird styling. Like this chick. What is she up to? With the denim skirt? And the boots? THE BOOTS? AND THE SKIRT? WITH THE BOOTS? WHAT?



[enter witty yet predictable comment about the fabric and it's likeness to kitchen curtains, Pagani clothing and middle school fabric tech projects]



Been raiding the Little Miss section at Ralph Lauren have you Baptiste?



And let's finish off with a skinny-bitch. Ooh, child get yourself some chicken nuggets already!

Brigitte Bardot

OH. MY .GOD. Brigitte Bardot was a babe! Usually I think girls with darker hair are babes (yes, I discriminate. I like to think of it like 'supporting my own'...) And usually I'd lay around wishing I looked like Françoise Hardy. But today I'm gonna say it. I wish I looked like Brigitte Bardot. She just looks like candy, but then you know that if you messed with her she'd probably knife you when you'd least expect it, like in the line at the post office or something. Found the picture of her as a brunette.


Doesn't really work. Cute jump. Cute bathing suit. Not so cute hair. In this case, I'll make and exception and say, blonde is better.