The Consequences Of Socks

A little pose I like to call, "The Flamingo"

Okay okay, I know. Socks, Selise? In summer? 

But guys it was cold out! Well, I mean...not legitimately cold. But it was rainy and less than 30 degrees.

And I love these socks! I bought them just before we took off overseas last year. And golly I'm glad I did. Because it was legitimately cold in Seattle. Really, really, legitimately cold. And one day, soon, it will be legitimately cold here too. And I will wear these socks with reckless abandon! 

I wonder what that actually entails...wearing socks recklessly. The dictionary says reckless is: without thinking or caring about the consequences of an action. But what are the consequences of socks? Warmth? So I will wear them without caring about warmth? That's kind of what I did here, right? I mean, if socks in summer aren't reckless, I don't know what is.

P.S I would like to take this opportunity to shout "Yippee!" with regard to the following 3 things:

One: 

The last day of summer. Hell yeah, autumn! Bring it baby!

Two: 

Bonus day. What's up, February 29? Where you been? (Ooh, sub-yippee for the Dinosaur Jr album of that name)

Three: 

Reaching 99 followers! You guys, this is exciting! And I (obviously) couldn't have done it without you. So thanks!!!

Hair clip: ModCloth
Dress: Modcloth
Slip: Target I think, a million years ago
Socks, glorious socks!: Sportsgirl
Shoes: Children Of The Revolution
Oh wait, there was a belt too, that was: Myer

Give It To Me Straight

Friday. What a great day it was. 

I got to spend the day being all crafty (shh, don't tell Smorgan) and then in the evening I got to glam up and hit...the kitchen as it would appear in these photos.

Cuz you see, we were supposed to go out for a birthday dinner (hi Smorgan!!). And so I took the opportunity to dress up, bust out my mad make up skills (which  you totally can't see in these pictures but trust me, mad), straighten the ol' hairoo and pump up some victory rolls.

Only then... The Man came home from a dentist appointment with 2 new fillings and a numb mouth. Which would have made dinner pretty difficult. So we had to skip it.

But I was all dressed up! And make up! And hair!  It's OK, don't worry, we wound up going out for a late, fancy dinner once he was able to do more than drink beer through a straw (classy is a word often bandied about in our household).


Dress: ASOS
Tights: Myer
Boots: Thrifted
Beer: Archive

Flowers & Fists

You can't tell in these pictures, but I'm not wearing any shoes. Shocking, I know. I mean, being I'm in my own back yard and all...

But don't you wanna know why I'm not wearing any shoes? (Humour me, OK? I know you've got much better things to wonder about than why some girl on the other side of the world isn't wearing shoes in her back yard.)

It's because the cute little innocent looking Mary Janes I wore the day before gave me no less than SIX blisters. Okay, it was exactly six. But still...jerks!

Anyway. These pictures are from Saturday. It was a pretty great day. Started with picking flowers.

And ended with throwing punches.


Hair clips: Woolworths, I think
Sunglasses: Dangerfield
Shirt: Kmart
Skirt: Zara
Boxing Gloves: Struddys

Black Out

Oh, ASOS. First the bag and now this dress. Be still my beating eyeballs! (Wow, that sort of sounds gross. I just meant cuz the stuff looks good. Ew, sorry.)

But seriously guys, am I right? This dress is adorable! And comfortable and light and sorta sexy in an unexpected way.

I wore it on Friday to traipse around the City (it's a good traipsing dress). Oh, apparently traipse means to move reluctantly. I was going for something with a little more "spring" in it. How about frolic? I wore it on Friday to frolic around the City (it's a good frolicking dress). Yeah, that's better.


Scarf: Rubi
Earring: Lovisa
Dress: ASOS
Badge: Lovisa
Bracelets: Macy*s
Rings: Lovisa
Shoes: Children Of The Revolution
Bag: Strandbags

LoveLoveLove

So. This new bag. I love it. Lovelovelovelovelove it.

I'm aware it's an inanimate object, but I feel like it really gets me. You know? Or, looks good, whatever.

DON'T QUESTION MATTERS OF THE HEART!

Bag: Heaven. Nah, just kidding. ASOS.

Have Another Drink

I'd like to think I'm getting better at taking pictures at the bar. Or rather, having my picture taken at the bar.

See, if I were sensible? I wouldn't take pictures there at all. Because no matter what, it just ends... um, uh... unflatteringly.

Oh sure, these are fine. And you'll never see the 17 outtakes in my trash can. I mean, I could've just posted these with no explanation and you'd be thinking, "My, what  composed young lady". But I can't lie to you guys. 

This particular night? Ended with me singing at the top of my lungs. With nary a karaoke machine to be seen. But I wasn't alone (that makes it better, right?). What's a quartet called when it's only 3 people? Oh yeah, a trio. Yeah. We were that.


Shirt: Jay Jays
Badges: Lovisa and gifts
Singlet: Woolworths
Necklace: Was Mum's
Bracelet: Gift
Bangle: Lovisa
Jeans: Macy*s
Shoes: Wittner

Place Your Bets

Heads Up: Apparently I was pretty fond of the "Wonder Woman" pose during these shots.

There's nothing quite like hanging out at the dog track. 

I feel as though every time I write about it, I write about the same things...

Note: This is not the dog track. This is a cool old fire truck we passed on the way.

Beer, lamingtons, $2 bets, good friends, wide open night skies... but really, why mess with perfection, you know?

We hit the track just before Christmas. Sophie was over and wanted to go. And who am I to deny Sophie? Besides - dog track. Right? You gotta go.

Being Christmas it was super busy but also being Christmas, they had Santa. And when he did his rounds I scored a Red Skin!

Which was just as well because I sure didn't win anywhere else. Oh wait, I won one race. Well, I didn't, the dog did.

Good doggie.


Earrings: Hmmm, Mervyn's maybe?
Dress worn as a top: Gift
Skirt: Myer
Belt: Myer
Shoes: City Beach

Fight!

Now would you look at that? Just as I shout from the rooftops (or write on here, whatever) that I've got a good schedule of posting every Monday and Wednesday... I go and switch it up to Tuesday and Thursday! Bless. I'm nothing if not contrary.

So, these pictures? Are from New Years Eve. That's right. It's taken me exactly a month to post them. What of it? Wanna fight about it?

You're looking at what's called a "Guillotine Choke" here

Nah, I'm just kidding dudes. But seriously, that's what was going on here. We'd watched UFC that morning and my dear friend Shnookie and I decided to do a little re-enacting in the back yard.

It sure was quite the feat given I was rocking an electric watermelon architectural pleat skirt... But I think we all know who the winner was. Yup. Sartorialness. Oh, that's not a real word? Then me. I was the winner.


Sunglasses: Dangerfield
Shirt: Was The Man's
Ring & bangle: Lovisa
Skirt: Myer
Boots: Journey's

Survey Says...

Because nothing says "New Year's" like sparklers! (Even though this was taken Christmas Night...)

Man, what was that TV game show? "Survey says..." Ah, Family Feud. Thanks Google.


So anyway, the pretty dang fantastic Flow Disruption tagged me in her New Year's Survey post the other day. If you're not familiar with Brittney, get yourself on over to her blog and prepare for some seriously killer print mixing of the super exotic kind.


 And now back to me and the stuff I have to say. Yay!


OK:

3 New Year's Resolutions

See the thing is, I didn't make any. Because to be honest, I'd rather change things and learn things and see things and do things (and apparently talk a little like Dr Seuss) throughout the year - rather than pin all my ambitions together at the start of the year.

But fear not! Here are 3 things I'm keen to do in the next 365 (or so) days:

ONE: Burrow myself deep into the blogging community 

Ew, now I sound like a tick. Nah, it's nowhere near as freaky as that. Just get stuck back into blogging and all it's glory. I never stopped posting but now I've got a good schedule of Monday and Wednesday posts and commenting on and exploring new blogs every day.

TWO: Write more about the stuff I love 

Writing is my job and I'm grateful of that every single day. When I get to write about personal style and beer and cooking and other things I love? I'm one happy chappy!

THREE: Treat myself. A lot! 

I like this one. I like all of them. But this one means I get to do things like treat myself to a manicure or buy those cute pyjama shorts I like but always walk past. When you've got the means...why deprive yourself?

3 Random Facts About Yourself

Let's see here...OK:

First: I was trampled by 3 camels when I was 9

I broke my humerus bone and tore all the ligaments and tendons off my neck and shoulders. Yeah, not fun. I'm still wary of those guys.

Second: I have a mole in my right eye 

It looks like a third pupil. When I was in 5th grade I used to tell the boys it gave me x-ray vision.

Third: I've lived in over a hundred houses

It was up over 90 by the time I was 17. It's slowed down now. I went to 13 schools and have lived in 3 countries: Australia, New Zealand, and America.

   

3 Style Obsessions

1: I'm a grunge baby. So you give me a pair of torn jeans, a flannelette shirt, a floral dress, and a pair of docs...and I'll wear them until they fall apart.


2: I really should have spaced them out to be one obsession each. OK, number 2, number 2... this is hard! What do you guys think my style obsessions are? Alright Selise, pull it together. I've got one! Plaid! And checkers and gingham and anything else that print can be called. Love it.


3: We're on the home stretch. You know what? Undergarments. I'm a huge fan of slips. I wear them a whole lot. Beautiful camisoles and slips always make me feel a bit special. I browse the racks of expensive silk, rubbing it between my fingers in awe. Maybe I should combine New Year's Resolution #3 with Style Obsession #3 and finally splurge on some! 

TAG! The Next 3...

Alrighty I'm gonna go ahead and tag:

Adventures of Ebony

S in Fashion Avenue

Elle Sees

Can't wait to see what you write, ladies!

Glory Days

First up, gang, thank you so much for all your swell comments on my last post! 21! I think that's some kind of record for Lovers, Saints & Sailors. So thanks. A lot. It's fantastic to know it resonated with so many people. And it's particularly awesome to know we all dress for ourselves and no one else. Though, I had my suspicions all along ;)


So after that last number, I got to thinking about the outfit I described from the night I met The Man. I had a little search through some pictures and while I didn't find that exact ensemble. I did, however, find this one (from a few weeks before we met):

Note the overflowing accessories bag on the counter

What can I say? I've always been a charmer...


Now, let me break this bad boy on down for you:


OK, I made that singlet - customised, really it says "Glory"
That's a tube top worn as a miniskirt
2 Belts - one studded, one with chains
Fishnets. I think they were my army green ones
And my beloved Cowboy boots
Let's see...a bunch of necklaces, rosary beads, saints, a necklace I made out of safety pins and crosses
A tie worn around my wrist and I think that's about it


And just so you know...this wasn't for a costume party. This was my every day attire. We're looking at 2005 here.


Apart from all the baseball and Ford assembly line stuff, pretty sure Bruce Springsteen was talking about me when he sang Glory Days.

I guess it's hard not to note the CDs and messy bed