Beware of floors that sparkle

A few months ago when Sus and I went to a midday movie and the trailer for 'Confessions of a Shopaholic' came up she almost immediately quipped 'that's you Sarah'. I acted all faux-offended and rolled with the punches at this rather hilarious joke as it was a pretty apt fictional exaggeration of me. That was then, and now, well truth be told...it IS totally me!

Today Bif and I put on our mall-rat hats and got all tuckered out at god-awful Westfield of all places! But as much as I mock the mall, I really enjoyed myself, and dare I say it, am thirsty for more (and more, and more)! We started off slow in the low-budget accessory emporiums Diva and Equip, buying unnecessarily large bows, a bad excuse of a faux-turquoise ring and a plucked pheasant headpiece. Should we have stopped there? Yes. Did we stop there? No. The shiny floors drew us deeper and deeper into the claws of mass consumption. Shiny floors are TOTALLY a marketing trap in malls b.t.w; they make you freaking giddy and drunk with unnecessary lust over bad YSL knock off heels. So what do I do about all of this? Buy two pairs of shoes from Wild Pair (i know) of course. I blame it on the epileptic fit my ears were having in there and Bif's stupid 'pick a hand' process of elimination while trying to make a rational decision - neither are conducive to a rational decision, no matter how you look at my two pairs of new shoes. As soon as I got home I frantically disposed of the boxes to make it seem like it all didn't happen and now I sit here, bowing my head in shame (with a grin of shallow and superficial gratification, of course).


That's me in a few years time - right before I begin to eat my clothes because I have no money left, and even then I don't think I could do it. My buckling closet (no shit, the bar is bending in a very uneasy way and creaks when a speck of dust falls on it) is my freaking security blanket. It's my almost like my oxygen. On the drive home Bif suggested me going through my wardrobe on a TradeMe pillage (again!) and I'm pretty sure I yelled 'NO!' at her. When did this happen to me? I'm trying to think really hard to the point in my life when I just snapped. And it was a snap...or was it a progressive evil that slowly seeped its way into my bloodstream over time?

One last thing.

Lady Gag- Gag.

What in living Jesus' name is up with Lady Gaga??
seriously.. A teacup with her everywhere she goes?
The lipstick?
There is a limit to how much the mainstream can handle.

Continue Met Ball Rant.

I too researched into this usual outfit drool worth event.. Agree with the other blog on the most part. I did see this dress on Liv Tyler which I thought suited her very well.. maybs not my style but I like the 1940's style.



Was very surprised that the other blog, written by such a huge gossip girl fan,failed to mention one small fashion disaster by one Queen Bee in question. Its just all so upsetting and wrong... Too much leg, sparkly bits ,one sleeve... I just (sigh) I feel so disappointed. Blake would have looked lovely in yellow , or lilac or even frucking tie dyed with stripes and sequins. Anything but this!
Maybe the pose doesnt help but.. I just can't continue because it just really is too hard to keep my emotions in check.



Now everybody knows I'm an Olsen fan, of both M.K and Ashley. I know she has been made fun of so many times but I actually like M.K in this dress. And smiling! Its something only MK could pull off.. maybe a few other people but not many.



And Ashley.. well... It was ok. No complaints,but no raving love and passion for this particular dress. Its rather architectural. I do like her hair though, a nice change from the messy thing the twinsies tend to do. Sophisticated... but MK is more couture and edgy.

After further investigation

Okay you know what, I was so dissatisfied with my initial MET ball 2009 encounter I went digging for more. And oh boy did I find more...

Firstly here are two dresses I quite enjoy.


Diane Kruger in Chanel. As irritating as I have found Diane in every film I've seen her in, this is one cute dress. Even just for grocery shopping, this gets my vote.


Kate Bosworth in Stella McCartney. Again, yet another irritating actress in a rather nice dress. The length is a bit too Morticia Adams. Give me this dress, rip off all the material below the knee and you'd have one very happy camper over here.


Now, let's take a look at what else I found...


Katy Perry is the definition of fugly. This is totally messed up. The hair, the dress, the pose, the way she spells Katie, should I go on? I can't even make my self hate on her anymore. That's how disgusted I am over this one.


Laura Hollins (a.k.a Agyness Deyn) grinds my gears. She has no taste and/or style, and I think this proves any doubters wrong.


And finally, a highly disturbing image to go to sleep to. Madonna. Fucking hell. Not only is this 'woman' some kind of unexplainable freaky excuse of a human (let's not begin to discuss how she haunts me) but this outfit is a total insult to this event, fashion and my eyes. Give up, you are no longer young!

Heart dog

Jen just brought this to my attention. I want one. That is all.

MET Costume Institute Gala 2009

I was really looking forward to this year's MET ball. You usually get some really great gems out of it, or at least some interesting choices to mull over. This year, however, I have been left feeling very much...ripped off.

There were no great WOW dresses. The Olsen's looked great (but I'll leave that for our in-house Olsen Twin expert Bif to b.l.o.g about later). Justin Timberlake wore some fabulously entertaining specs and in all honesty, my favorite outfit would have to go to Kirsten Dunst's borderline dowdy Chanel number - which in my opinion had slightly more 'pow' sashaying its way down the runway than on Hollywood's favorite snaggle tooth; maybe this is because I have yet to see an action shot of pretty little snaggle in this fantastic dress. Okay, I guess if I was stuck wearing Claire Danes' dress I wouldn't have a complete fit. Maybe just a very loud grumble.





As for the 'what were they thinking??!!' segment, well, that too was a complete let-down. I feel totally duped not really being able to go totally off on anyone's dress this year. The most disappointing thing about the bad outfits is that they seemed only worthy of a circa 2000 Academy Award attendance, not the freaking MET BALL you nincumpoops!I'm looking at you Renée Zellweger, Hilary Swank, Brooke Shields, Amber Rose(Kanye West's shorty)and Marisa Tomei.




Sigh, I shake my head in utter disappointment.

p.s. Helena's dress is a little weird. For some reason it reminds me something eye-patch Nadine would wear to this event. But still it's not TOTALLY mind-boggling strange, urgh! I just like how Zac Posen seems to be swaying from side to side in a semi-line-dance-move sort of way - wouldn't that be great if he really was! Someone get me a video of this and it will make this year's ball the best EVER! Regardless of what you may have just read.

Blog makeover

Despite both of us being totally brain-drained right now, we have managed to give our little blog a little makeover.

Also, here are three of my favorite William Eggleston photos.




I wish everyday of my life looked like these photos. This is all I can muster out of me right now.

Bloggin' after midnight

On a less nuts and stressed out note, will I ever get sick of these two women? I think not. Fab dress you have there Patsy! Please excuse the lame excuse of a title, btw. I'm tired alright, what are you gonna do about it??!!
p.s. Bif you can totally change the fonts on this blog! even the colours!

The bain of my existance

My phone is totally fucked. It has a mind of it's own. But not in a cool way (if that is even a possible outcome for wayward technology), but in a mind-blowing-god-awfully frustrating 'if you had a head, phone, i would rip it off' kind of way. Its two favorite activities, i have noticed are 1)turning itself off and on, and off again preferably when i am trying to send an important text message (yes they exist) in an already highly stressful situation i.e. discovering the roadworks/no right-hand-turn on Symonds St in rush hour traffic where the lights ARE NOT SYNCHRONISED TO SAVE THEIR OWN LIFE(but that's a whole other issue) and 2)it also likes to play this little game called 'inactive sim'. To which I usually participate yelling 'IT'S ACTIVE YOU IRRITATING LITTLE SHIT!' If someone could perhaps kindly kill the above phone (before the stress it causes me kills me first) and replace it with the below Zeus of a phone, I promise I will never yell at my cellphone in public (while alone) ever again. Promise!