LMFF Street Style Shoe Edit

 

 

 

 

 

 Fancy feet at L'Oreal Melbourne Fashion Festival

Frill Me

I have been tired of late, tired of the count down to the day my beau & I leave for our travels. No spending, all saving. Instead of current trends, im thinking of how much I can fit in my rucksack and how the hell I'm going to squeeze 3 months of outfits into that tiny little space. Never mind Christmas and New year.

I can't help but buy myself a little treat when payday shows its lovely face...so socks it was. Topshop 3 for $17 beautiful little frilly numbers....because it's a basic rule that all travelleres need socks...right?

Now its 'mission find a travel wardrobe', of beautiful things that will most likely end up ruined by the time I touch down on the home turf. I am now on the hunt for cheap chic shorts, t-shirts and dresses that will work both in the beautful Asian/Indian sun and also sheild me from the harsh, bitter cold of Moscow and Scotland....

Wishful thinking?

Giveranchy

My workies and I when out in support of our company Godwin Charli at the Fashion Aid 5 Media Launch at Mon Bijou. Free champagne and a Givenchy clutch later this is what happens. When the boss is away his minions with play!

Hat That

Hat, Sportsgirl (surprise) Sale $9.95

Meet my new hat, ain't he just handsome? I've been looking for 'that' hat for quite some time as I have a rather large head you see so most of them are quite uncomfortable after me squeezing them on. This one...fits like a head glove. Even better when I got to the till point it was reduced to $9.95. Is that even possible? 

Crown Frown

Excuse the orange face...new foundation went wrong.

Last week sure was eventful, in both good ways and bad. I was super excited about getting my bushy, over grown mane scultped and dyed into a new crop. I've had my fair share of hair disasters in the past (basically every time I have ever visited the salon) so I opted for the renowned Joey Scandizzo Salon on Toorak Road, South Yarra (which was conveniently a 5 minute walk from my new little appartment). I went in with a  head full of hairspirational dreams and blurted out 'lighter'...'praline brown' to the poor colourist who was finding it hard enough to understand my Scottish accent. Clearly our communication was beyond poor and I came out a lion cub blonde. I am raven, a brunette through and through. I had already defied my dark haired sisters by opting for a 'few shades' lighter...I was thinking more along the lines of a nice warm shade de Cherly Cole...now I was Simba son of the Lion King. I was so confused by my light barnet I spent my whole blow dry (which takes quite some time as I have rediculously thick and curly hair) avoiding my own eye contact in the mirror. No amount of their special complimentary dark chocolate, melt in the middle cookies could turn my quivering lips up at the corners. I done what I do best. Pretended I liked it and left, ran round the corner to work and got my lovely ballsy boss to call them for me.

Wollah...at 9 am the next morning I was toned back to a brunette...a light one at that. I must be the single most annoying customer of all time. Walking in there with my tail between my legs asking for a re-do. I was meet with not one bit of hostility and treated again like a queen and walked out with a new do and a complimentary blow wave and a biscuit. I am offically swayed. I think I like going to the hair dressers after all.

Last week, if not a wee bit sick, I celebrated my beautiful friend Yvonnes birthday by making her a crown. Ok, I might have the creative skills to rival a 5 year old but I got a new stamp set (and Yvonnes 'real' present) from Kikki K and I could wait to try it out. Who am I kidding...I made a crown and I'm god damn proud of it.

Sunday Best

Nails & Print

Post.ed...best free magazine in the Melbourne World

Day Dreaming about the sun

Ashley's TOPSHOP Printed Jeans...are HAWT

It's a serious business catching the tram!

What happens when someone else uses my Nik(on)...it's blurry

My beauty Ashley and her almighty fur on Brunswick Street, Melbourne

I now love Mondays as much as Sunday’s….well almost. It’s my new added day of freedom!, where me & my camera boy can explore and wander around the city, reading magazines and indulging in a big bit of window shopping!

This Monday me and my baby nikon had a lunch buddy…my beauty Ashley. She drank coffee, I drank tea and we munched on some yummy, yummy Pizza down Brunswick Street.

Happy Monday’s.

Snack and Bide

So I didn't just buy the  LAST Leader of the Pack Sass and Bide Jumper...

I lied.

I did, I totally fucken did. So I've become a bit obsessed with the fact that with the power of Layby (which we DO NOT have in Scotland, crime) I can own this mighty label. So I've become inclined to declining lunch and instead, if be it a bit light heading and hungry, opting to feeding my wardrobe instead of my face. But really how amazing is this beast...its hand beaded AND it was the last one!!! I don't even know what it's made of, could be polyesta could be gold. I don't care. All I know is that in 4 weeks it will be hugging my happy, hungry body!

Next on my hit list...Alexandre Wang Diego Bag!

Dear Santa..........

Sunday Funday

I love Sundays....Like big styles love Sunday. Not only is it my ONLY day off but its the day me and Clarky boy go lazy exploring the old Melba city (Thats Melbourne to you norms).
We went to the beautiful Thousand Pund Bend for lunch and a big pot of tea. Its a beautiful bustling little cafe tucked away in the heart of the city with a large naturally lit gallery and events space homed to a lovely little craft fair on this particular day of rest. After we went a wander through the city on to Federation Square where we found a beautiful little outdoor exhibition. 


Bon, Bon Jour. 

Instagram

i love my beanie <3

Rabbit Print silk shirt, ZARA. Oh god i need this so bad, the beau says no, suppose we are saving...next week!

Life with Bird tan leather bag, lush

Queen's Birthday Wonder

Skull Cropped Tee, TOPSHOP

John Lennon's, TOPSHOP

Monday felt like Sunday...and Sunday's are my favourite. It's me beau & I's explore Melbourne day. But since Monday was in fact...Monday my beau was away being a busy boy and I was left to my own devices. There's only one thing for it! A day wandering the city, hiding in a cosy corner in Mag Nation hidden by a mountain of magazines, sipping hot chocolates and taking pictures of general handsome crap. So here's my crap. Me, myself and my John Lennon Specs. 

Love

MY Dip is Dead

John Lennon Sunnies, TOPSHOP

Striped top, Country Road outlet 19.95 Bargin

Some pink obsessed form of satin took over my body and decided to have a pink explosion on my fingers....

Favourite Blog List Part 2

The Man Repeller

By no means does this Reller need any introduction to say Im TOTALLY beyond, to the moon and back gay for this girl would be an understatement. To come across a lady person with such a hilarious sense of humor and fashion is...well alien in this world. If you got the body, the face and the wardrobe ain't it certain you ain't got no brains? Well I got dem brains but my face is lacking see?

The Man Repeller's recent post about her beauty regime is beyond hilarity, in fact I almost wet my bonds (yes bonds, piss off their comfy and I have to wear a suit all day, shut up). I love a girl who can rip the piss out themselves and this girl can.

"This site is often flooded by images of myself and so it should make sense that a load of you would e-mail in to ask about my make-up routine or lack thereof and while remarks like “Man Repeller has got great style but she looks like a puggle with down syndrome” are often thrown at me, I figured the select rest of you that don’t equate my face with a bag of dying babies–Lena Dunham, if you’re reading, I think we should have brunch, please bring Hannah–might actually want to know what I do to my face"


TBH I don't know how she's getting these 'dying babies' comments in the first place, if I was a boy...I would. The Man Repeller ain't quite so one feels, she's a fucken catch.