Thursday, March 29

Oh, So That's What Happens When You...

OK, so, last Saturday we had a "ladies night" for the outrageously fantastic Emma, who's getting married this weekend! YAY!

And these socks? The socks of my dreams? I found them the day before and decided to bust them out for the special occasion. I was going for a 1940s wartime, underwear, make do and mend vibeDo you see it?

Who am I, Mr Burns? What's going on with my hands here?
Anyway, the night was awesome. I totally loved my outfit and a great time was had by all.

Then Sunday morning rocks around (I'm not even going to touch on how my head was feeling) and as I pour myself out of bed I catch sight of my legs and think, "Hello, what's this?"

This? Was a rash. ALL OVER MY LEGS. Why, socks? WHY????

After much wailing to my friends and gnashing my teeth, I've come to the conclusion that it's because I didn't wash them before I wore them. At least, dear god, I hope that's all it is. Because I cannot accept the idea of being allergic to socks. Sorry. Not gonna happen.

Nice little effect making me look like I've got a massive bruise there. I swear I don't. Mine all congregate around my knees.
So now, with this mega sexy rash and the litany of bruises on my knees from the 35,000 (give or take) push ups we did at training last night - I'm a regular Betty Grable up in here. And with a wedding this weekend... "Oh, hi tights I haven't worn since last year...looking good. Say, wanna go out for a spin on Saturday?"

Necklace: Etsy
Skirt: Zara
Ring: Urban Outfitters
Socks (cry): Sportsgirl
Boots: Gift

Tuesday, March 27

Check Out My Guest Post!

Hey gang. Check out my guest post over at Shy Scout! Here's a sneak peek at what I put together...

The Wardrobe You've Always Wanted!
5 Super Simple Tips

Oh and be sure to have a good look around Allison's blog too. Guys...she has a pet hedgehog!!

What are you waiting for? Check it out!

Saturday, March 24


Yup. As you can see by the title of this post, I couldn't pick just one winner. I couldn't! Y'all were too awesome with your comments. So I decided on a grand prize winner and a runner up. Here's how it played out:

Grand Prize:

Runner Up:

Ladies, shoot me an email with your addresses and I'll package up your goodies and ship them off! And boy, did I have fun shopping for this stuff...

My email address is loverssaintsandsailors (at) gmail (dot) com.

Thanks so much to everyone who entered. You guys sure know how to make a gal feel appreciated!

And stay tuned for Monday's post. Got some news!

Monday, March 19

Give Away!

Well would you look at that! 105 followers! Woohoo!

Alright, so... I've been wanting to do a give away for a while now. And what better occasion than reaching 105 followers?

OK here's how it's going to work:

You tell me in around 25 words or so what you like best about my blog and why. 
(It could be my writing style, print mixing, logo, whatever.)

The answer I like best, wins!

And what do you win? A special package! 

I'm gonna hit the City this Friday with the specific view of putting together a "you're a winner!" package... chocked full of goodies, just for you (valued at about fifty smackers). Who knows exactly what the contents will be... I'm thinking you'll find some jewellery in there, stationery, maybe a head scarf too. Whatever it is. It's gonna be awesome. That's guaranteed.

So how do you enter? Alright, I'm keeping it simple:

1) You must be a follower of Lovers, Saints & Sailors

2) Post a comment below with your answer and a way for me to contact you

That's it! 

And yep, totally open to international readers. Jump on board my foreign friends! 

The competition will close Friday 23 March 2012 and I'll announce the winner on Saturday 24 March. 

Note: By entering you consent to your comment being used to promote Lovers, Saints & Sailors in future marketing material and websites. 

Good luck! I can hardly wait to hear what you guys have to say!

Thursday, March 8

What Up, Size?

I had planned on taking pictures of the size tags in my clothes. Turns out I've cut most of them out. So I took a picture of a tape measure against a rad skull scarf instead. It's practically the same thing, right? (I know, it's totally not. Unless I wanted to get crazy deep and talk about our skeletons and maybe how the media is making us waste away and stuff. But I'm not going to.)

OK, here's how this whole thing came about. The other day I bought a size XS dress. 

Actually, wait, that's not entirely how the idea for this post came about. I'm gonna be honest with you guys. And it might be a little embarassing. For me, not you, don't worry.

So...a couple of weeks back I bought some underwear on sale. Same as I always get. (When you find some you like, STOCK UP! Seriously I've got, like, 14 pairs. At least.) Anyway, I always get these in a large, right? (More on that in a minute). So I buy 2 pairs in large. A few days later I go to put a pair of them on and think, "Hmmm, they seem a little smaller than usual". And sure enough, they're a size small. 

The swing tag said large but the inside tag said small. Note to self: check both next time!

But what do I do? I've already cut the tags off and washed them. Besides they were down to, like, $1.45 or something ridiculous. So I put them on (I tried writing "popped" and "whacked" but turns out you only ever "put" underwear on). And you know what? They fit.

Now, this is probably not revolutionary to you. In fact, you're probably wondering why I felt the need to broadcast my underwear habits to the world. And believe me! I'd rather not! I'm a private person (aside from posting outfits for the entire world to see, obviously) and generally do not go about dishing on my smalls. But it was one of those "Whoa" moments for me. And I'll tell you why.

Like I said before, I always buy my underwear in large. And same goes for my clothing, I always err on the side of bigger. Mostly this is because I prefer things that "don't touch me" (which is probably partially because I live in Queensland - "Hi, heat and humidity. Why you guys gotta be around all the time?") but if we're being honest, it's also because I think I'm bigger than I am. And it took a pair of size small undies to show me that.

Now back to that size XS dress I bought recently. XS? Yup. I don't know why I even took it into the change room (Actually I do - it was on sale (of course) and the only size there). But it fit. And it looked good. And I bought it.

The thing is, that same month I also bought a pair of jean shorts. Size 16 (also on crazy sale, of course). Which also fit (albeit a touch big but not falling off or anything).

How is it I can fit both an XS and a size 16? 

You know how I said I always err on the side of bigger? Well, you know what happens as a result? You wind up believing you're bigger than you actually are. 

A drawer full of size 16 shorts makes me think I'm a size 16. 

Which I'm not. I know I'm not. But I don't really know, I'm not (you know?)

So I've started doing a little experiment lately. I bring a smaller size into the fitting room. Where I would usually grab a size 12 T-shirt, I grab a size 10. And you know what? Yup, they fit. It's a revelation. It's like all along I had this body and I didn't know.

And what I've taken from this whole thing, and I'd love you guys to as well, is this:

Those tags? Don't matter. Seriously. The only thing they do is assign you a number that you think defines you. 

That number? Doesn't mean shit. 

If I can be anything from an XS to a 16, then what number am I? 

Scarf: Dotti
Tape measure: Lincraft

Tuesday, March 6

The Housewife

I don't know why, but a shirtdress and a headscarf say housewife to me. 

I guess it's not too hard to figure it out. The 50's anyone?

This dress is brilliant but I just haven't managed to get a good photo of it yet. I fell in love when I spotted it across the store (it was totally one of those - "I am buying this whether it fits or not" kinda things. And hallelujah it fits!) and have worn it a few times but nothing quite captures the utter radness.

It's sort of a Mexican/Aztec/70's/80s kinda deal. Intriguing, right? I know. Hold tight, one of these days it'll have it's moment in the sun.

Scarf: Thrifted
Dress: Paper, Scissors
Belt: Myer
Shoes: Toms