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YOU HAVE NOT BEEN FORGOTTEN

i haven't forgotten you unfashionable friends! i've just been busy kick starting my moonlighting gig. but if you still refuse to move here is a little tid bit to keep ya going...mainly about things i got on the weekend. yay!


oh cool, a globe. i can sit above it and pretend i'm a massive giant. well...it also kind of does this


yeah that's right. i got myself a globe lamp people! i have forever been looking for a good quality globe lamp that wasn't plastic but that also didn't cost $300 and up. i finally found that needle in the haystack last week on trademe. i couldn't believe it. start price $175?! i almost went into hysterics. i approached this very cautiously so not to set off a bidding war days before it closed. i stalked my prey and 5 minutes before it closed i pounced with the opening bid of $175. the frantic page refreshing followed. no new bids. ever. closing. closing. closed. mine. really? for $175!?!? holy crap! and this is a real baby too, metal frame and solid wood base, the real deal y'all. wes anderson movies would be so proud of me. the 8-year-old national geographic fan version of myself would be so proud of me. you should be proud of me too. or at least happy! happy camper.

i also did a bit of bargain hunting at the mall en route to my actual destination the supermarket - what's new here? glassons my darling friend managed to find me a good little real leather suede jacket for $200. that's pretty good if you're ask me. especially since i am still unsure if i can pull off the biker jacket thing. bif could do it. but i was always more of a denim jacket girl. but the price tag and this amazing teal/dark grey colour just grabbed a hold of me. what do we think people? the peace sign definitely toughens it up too, don't you think....?


and finally, in this self-indulgent post of mine, is the mention that i FINALLY got my lonely hearts dress. finally is in capitals because this particular exercise turned out to be a lot more arduous and such a huge pain in my ass that i won't even talk about it here there is too much complaining and wtf moments involved. i'm just going to move on from that and be happy with my dress. so happy with it i wore it straight away to justin townes earle last night; which was, by the way, amazing. however while older people at concerts are very cute and adorable, they become a lot less so when they turn around and hiss "shut up" at you every time you mutter a word. not an annoying yahoo (while there was some of that happening around, which is like, ok we're at a gig...) but just a simple, audible "i love this song" to your friend next to you - cue grumpy old person whipping around and hissing "shut up". what? really? go home lady.
x

It was bound to happen this way...

...and you've probably already read all about it. Dior is done with their main man John G. Hmmm...aside from the crippling substance abuse problems and anti-Semitic fiasco, I still can't really say I'm flabbergasted by this decision. Fall 2011 RTW was weird, mis-matchy and Eastern European to say the least. And while the Haute Couture has never failed to ooh and ahh...it got a bit samesy. Please don't think I'm saying that I'm better than John Galliano or that I think his designs are terrible...they are AMAZING! All I'm saying is that this was more of a 'Yeah, ok' moment than a 'OMFG REALLY?!' one...ya know? Makes you wonder also, as it's not really rocket science that Galliano needed to get some rehab for quite sometime before he apparently became a racist, how long has Dior been waiting for the perfect rip cord to come along? Anti-Semitic remarks in Europe ought to do it...

Christchurch

A bit of an understatement to say say that it's been a horrific week for Christchurch. Give what you can here

What should Sarah do solo?

So I have a job and all. It's got its good days and then it's got its bad ones. It's not what I 'imagined' myself doing, but it's still 'going something'...kind of, it's not a dead end. But all that said a big chunk of me is like 'what the fuck' everyday when I turn on my computer and open my inbox...
And it's not just work bullshit blues. I feel like I should be doing something else. But like I said my job is good, I'm not going to be stupid and quit for another one...unless it's for myself.
I've come to a conclusion (and those who know me well) I'm not totally chuffed with people. So self-employment is my dream job. But what can I do by myself? LOTS! I have so many wishy washy ideas but I'm way to chicken to go through with anything. Boo hoo. Anyway, so goes life eh? Almost twenty-four which is almost twenty-five which is almost thirty which is practically mid-life!!!

p.s. orthopedic/kindergarten issue Miu Miu sandals are awesome.

Here is a photo of me (sarah) eating an orange ice block...

So my summer of sloth is still going along quite nicely. Just thought I'd say hi and let y'all know that I'm still being lazy and all. Today I got my Forever 21 parcel and two pairs of new shoes...yes two...leave me alone! The most exciting part of my day...while I am really enjoying lying about doing nothing, floating in the pool when the sun is out, watching old MySky episodes of Keeping up with the Kardashians late into the night and getting quite stuck into Valley of the Dolls (do it if you love a trashy page-turner) I'm still not really satisfied. I wish I was more organised earlier in the year. Pretty much I wish I was here


First time in my life where I actually want a distnict 'holiday' or 'vacation' rather than just some lazy time off. Read: I AM NOT READY TO GO BACK TO WORK!

So here we are

I guess I should say HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! and all that. So yeah, great it's a new year. Mines not going swimmingly, but hey, it's only the first day - I'll give 2011 another chance.

Basically to save you reading a very boring dear diary entry the last few days of 2010 were a bit personally challenging for myself. You know those times when you feel like 'oh god, I'm so weird, why can't I just be cool etc?'. And by cool I don't mean being the Queen Bee or having the latest furry stickers in my sticker collection - I mean being ok with who I am. Sigh, so cliche, yes, we've all had those, cry me a river Sarah. But then I realised that a) I'm not fifteen, get a fucking grip and b) I AM 'cool' and everyone else are the weirdos.

Basically, something that should have already sunk in by now. But sometimes it's hard when it's just you and you're standing there with your belifes and idiosyncrasies while someone (or everyone) tests them with their belifes and idiodyncrasies. No one is right. Everyone is cool, just be cliche and strong about it y'all. Peace out 2010, don't be a bitch 2011

Never enough aloe vera...

It was sunny today. Yay! Every year I forget the most fantastic place to cover with sunblock. Last year it was the back of my knees. I got those puppies covered up good today...but forgot the front of my armpits. Yeah, the front of your armpits, use your imagination - I didn't and now I have the weirdest and most uncomfortable sunburn. Great, very glamorous.

My sister is getting married alright, I'm too busy to blog

I have so much to blog about. I even wanted to semi-new-break with pre order Chloe Sev for Opening Ceremony but I didn't even have time to look! NO TIME TO ONLINE SHOP I TELL YOU! Woah that's busy! See ya all in a few dayz

Boo Boo

Sometimes it's awesome being an independent lady (throw your hands up at me!). But sometimes it's not all that glamorous and amazers as Beyonce makes it all out to be. So here is the story (if you hate self-pitying rants stop reading now): I bought these shelves last weekend because while I am short my eye-line is actually higher than 2 inches off the ground. Anyway in a spur of enthusiasm I bought two sets of shelves. One made it up to my apartment (the other is still resting snugly in my car...) and it's just been chilling out all week seemingly going unnoticed to this guy I know. But tonight I had enough, they had to go up! Surely I've encountered worse self-assembly furniture nightmares before (god knows there's been a fair share) and I built it!


Ok so not only did I cut myself, stain the carpet with blood and took a very inappropriate near up-skirt photo of myself - the shelf is also totally bullshit! I followed the instructions to a tee and yet it wobbles like there is a strong gust of wind whirling around my room. I now see the flaw in the instructions (not my assembly skills) and could potentially take it apart and make it so much better, but I just don't have the will left in me to do that. This little project totally broke me tonight. I mean who the hell marks their product 'easy assembly!' and give instructions totally void of logic and what seems to be a complete lack of shelf structural knowledge as well as impossibly slippery and greased up bolts?! WHO??? (mutter, mutter, mutter)

Things I want to wear to work that are slightly more than inapropriate

1) Shorts with tights
2) Shorts without tights
3) Underwear-y looking singlets
4) Near sheer shirts over a black bra
5) My Faux-pening Ceremony wedges
6) Leopard print wedges
7) Dotti imitation jacket of the actual jacket your jet-setting boss has...(been there, done that)
8) Slouchy jumpers that make you want to nap
9) Casual Fridays on Monday
10) A gold sequined skirt

But I'm going to do it all this week! I'm so sly and cunning, almost like a fox, so I reckon I can pull it off. One by one I'm going to chip away at the clothes I actually want to wear and slip them into my routine, almost soccer-mum/please-take-me-seriously-I'm-really-not-15 office attire. Ok maybe not the bra reveal...let's try and avoid that lunchroom conversation. I'm most apprehensive about the leopard wedges, I mean no one wants to be that girl - the girl clomping around the office like Bambi (or that girl in the above photo, cool outfit but...). Basically I just scored what I think is almost an ULTIMATE TradeMe score (the almost sheer shirt which is v.office appopriate - minus the sheerness and all - for $40) and it really lit a fire under my ass to figure out a way to wear it almost all day every day.

My dream come true?

I really want to go live in a foresty, mountainy town (Twin Peaks would be ideal, but I'm open to other locations). So how about this wall mural?! I think yes!



Couldn't find a mountain themed Townes song on YouTube I liked (what's with that Mr Tube?) so here is a song that would still fit in well in my mountain town/mountain-on-my-inner-city-apartment-wall life

I found you, Miss New Booty...

but does it really want to be found? Ok, so here's the thing. Summer obviously came along over the long weekend - duh! And with that comes a new wardrobe, or at least eliminating something from it. TIGHTS! Goodbye old faithful friends and hello instantly transformed and weather appropriate outfits! And hello something else...booty on show. I don't know about you, but all weekend while skipping around in the sun and in my newly transformed outfits I felt somewhat exposed. A gust of wind, a reach too high or even the 'is it really THAT short' realisation could have me looking like little Miss frilly knickers up there. I'm sure it's all nice and stuff to have your booty filed in the ass category of Titty City however I am going to let those girls bask in that glory without me if I can help it. Public near nakedness makes blush, call me crazy but I've never been a fan...I mean what if it's laundry day and I DON'T have my frilly knickers on? Then what? Shame and humiliation, that's what.
Tights are just so awesome because they a) make EVERYTHING instantly more dressed up, they also b) make EVERYTHING longer. I don't care if it's the same skirt and you haven't grown - take away the tights and it's about 10cm shorter (exaggerate? me? never...). So hooray for maxis? No. I like my new looong dress and all, but I will not hooray the word maxi. Well I guess then it's hello 'bending down like a lady at work' (bending the knees, not the torso) my new best friend for summer.



I need to learn how to booty shake like that. Maybe getting an actualy booty first would help...

The woman who lived in a shoe...

So I have a wee bit of a problem. I'm a shopaholic. I'm not joking. At all. See below photo as proof (p.s. those little new buddies of mine will make it five, yes FIVE, pairs of shoes from the same place in 1 MONTH!) Ok even THAT was a bit extreme for me. Also not a good thing that I have a staff account at work too...
But here's the thing, while my shopping can get slightly out of control at times, my wardrobe is totally going bonkers - and I only wear about two thirds of it. I KEEP EVERYTHING! I can't let that pretty top I loved when I was 17 go (x10 or so). THAT is my problem. Hoarder at 23, awesome. Do I smell a long weekend project? Trash bags and TradeMe watch out.

I GOT MY SOCKS! I GOT MY SOCKS!

That's right! I finally got my socks and why yes, this is the most exciting thing to happen to me all week. Actually I didn't so much go get my socks as did some young fella I know because he works sweet hours. Thanks! HI SOCKS!


p.s. will blog about something worth reading soon. I promise, even if I have to force myself to be interesting.

I HATE YOU NEW ZEALAND POST

I WANT YOU SOCKS! Where ever you guys may be

Why so moody? Well, why not?

So NZ Fashion Week is pretty much over and I haven't blogged about it at all. I will leave that up to those who can be bothered and who actually care (which seems to be pretty much everyone except Bif&Sarah). Maybe I'm too lazy to get caught up in the frenzy. Or maybe I'm too snooty for my own good. Or maybe it's this weather, who knows why I'm so apathetic about this 3 ring circus.

Anyway, I caught up on my reading and looking. I'm not even going to pretend to know what I'm talking about so won't even attempt to talk about Zambesi yada-yada-yada. But I will talk about one collection I really liked, Twentyseven Names 'Fearsome Five'. To state the obvious, of course I'd like it because it reminds me of Wednesday Addams - who seems to fast becoming a style icon and influence of mine once again.


I also really like this final shot from their runway.


Not only does Ella Verberne completely sell that dress (and Wednesday Addams way of life) to me but the whole image and attitude kind of looks like a more polished, less tacky version of this.


Black, grumpy and the 90s is what I took away from this (with a bit of varsity for good on-trend measure) - no wonder I like it. It got me thinking too, about this little colour identity crisis meltdown I had last week - and this is what I have to say on that note:

I like black. I like darker colours. I have dark colouring naturally and a naturally grumpier disposition. I'm 23 now and while I may still seem like a spring chicken in many people's eyes, in my mind I am not only old(ish) but I also know myself. I'm done with being a teenager and being unsure of myself, let alone my 'look'. I'm pretty certain I've sussed that one out. I know myself (most of the time) and know that I like my clothes darker. I will never really get an item of clothing because it's 'fun' - I have fun, but not at the expense of my comfort. My fun comes in knowing that from now on I know myself enough to drop some serious cash money one an item and NOT regret it 6 months later...In saying this, with my new found self confidence I should probably stay away from net-a-porter from now on as I can see this confidence turn into delusion very quickly...

Pink. Can Sarah Do It? (The Conclusion)

I did something today, I think you can figure it out.


Sorry, I really am. I just couldn't bring myself to do it. Too much pink, far too much too soon.

Pink. Can Sarah Do It? VOTE!

Today I bought a pink skirt and it's the most pink I've ever owned. EVER! There is a lot of it...But now I'm having doubts. I think I want to go back and exchange it for the black version! I AM SO ANNOYING! I ummed and ahhed for a very long time. Putting things on hold and going away to umm and ahh even more was involved. THREE friends weighed in their opinions (including a very trustworthy black advocate) and pink won with no contest! They did have their points; EVERYTHING I own is black - so there is plenty to un-pink the end result, I'm getting lazy when it comes to buying things and buy everything in black, brown and navy and finally, I always complain that EVERYTHING I OWN IS BLACK. I guess this is a good step forward and away from being boring, it's just very drastic and painful (for all those involved - sorry friends and shop assistant). But is it me? Am I pink (with black everything else)? I like my pink, but am I destined to only own pink Hello Kitty things and enjoy them in my black clothes. So vote everyone, vote! Do I exchange for the black and run the risk of looking like a moody teenager forever? Or do I keep the pink and run the risk of looking like Hello Kitty? HELP ME!

It's Thursday

But it feels like Friday. O.M.GEEEE END! JUST END! NOW! END! FINISH! PUHLESE!

p.s. big fat SUV sitting in MY ALLOCATED carpark, please move your big fat bum. Don't be so rude. Don't be so annoying. Don't be so big and fat. If you are going to be a dickhead and take someone else's ALLOCATED carpark, at least be a small cute car with untinted windows. Come on!