Sewing

I finally got around to doing some of the DIY projects I have been putting off for god knows how long. It is insane how much fabric I have piled up into my wardrobe, and every two months or so I decide on something different I want to do with it I swear, this velvet fabric I have has gone through at least 20 transformations.
On top of that I often buy things at op shops that are too big or not quite right, and they sit in my closet waiting to be revamped.

So this dress was lucky, it was only in there a week. I wasn't sure what I had in mind for it, but all of a sudden, it turned into this:
Before this it was two sizes too big and down to my ankles. Now I'm not one to raise my nose at long skirts but it made me look like a bean pole.

Ever since i watched the BBC version of Ballet Shoes, I have been a little obsessed with the idea of the 1920s. Pretty fabrics like this have caught my eye. And I am in love with how this turned out, though I think I might undo the last pleat in the middle because it looks a little like I have it stuck in my underwear haha. But otherwise, I couldn't have imagined a better end result. I want to wear it everyday this week.

Second up, I made a cute shift dress out of some beautiful gold fabric I've been saving up for a while.
I didn't want to put this dress up, as it totally trumps mine, but I thought I shouldn't pretend I wasn't inspired by it.

Rumi from fasiontoast

I'll put a better picture up when I work out how to wear it. Unfortunately it's not that possible to go bra less, because one gets the Balmian effect:

From NYmagazine onine

....if you get what I'm saying.

Anyway, that's what I accomplished today. Hopefully there will be a few more thing popping up. I have at least two dresses on the go at the moment and I still need to buy some ribbon to lace one of my Doc Martens (turns out 3 metres was only enough for one...holy cow).
Hope you all had good weekend.

Hobo Sapian

In my earlier days I'd been to sea with a tall rawboned fellow from Louisiana called Big Slim Hazard, who was a hobo by choice. As a little boy he'd seen a hobo come up to ask his mother for a piece of pie, and she had given it to him and when the hobo went off down the road the little boy had said, "Ma, what is that fellow?" "Why, that's a ho-bo." "Ma, I want to be a ho-bo someday." "Shet your mouth, that's not for the like of the Hazards." But he never forgot that day, and when he grew up, after a short spell playing football at LSU, he did become a hobo."
Jack Kerouac, On the Road.

I keep meaning to do a shoot like this. Searching homeless on google is really sad, but sometimes you come across pictures like this. Is it not a way of life? She has all her bags of things which she carries a round, it looks like she has been collecting things for years. Would she even feel herself indoors?
I feel a bit intrusive looking into this life with intrigue. It is cold, sad and harsh, not something to be admired. And yet there is some kind of beauty in it. I think Kerouac agrees. Supposing somebody did choose this life, would it not have its own fulfillment?

Your gaping wordless proof of luna distances traveled beyond love.

Took this a couple of nights ago when I was playing around with lights with my camera. Does it not look like a little man singing into the sky? It was almost a little shocking when i realised.

5.04.09

I bought this Poncho yesterday. I can explicitly remember a time when I said the exact words "I will never wear a Poncho" but this one sparked my interest while op-shopping with a friend. I think it has a lot to do with reading Gala's blog, and getting a feel for that Spanish vibe.
I mean, really, it's like wearing a big blanket. Who would say no to that?I also realised that buckling belts around your shoes is a instant way to make them cooler. I am also thinking that really really long ribbons all wrapped around my Doc Martens, may be a good look for Winter.

Where the Wild Things Are

This brings out really overpowering childhood longings in me. I hope it's good.

Liquid Gold

The coolest thing about getting something new is deciding how to wear it. Playing with costumes is no secret in the blogging society. We are all sneaky suspects of it. And who could rob me the chance to do so with a LIQUID GOLD brand new jacket.
So this is me just playing around at home. I haven't worn any of these looks outside, but I certainly would in future. Introducing, my new gold jacket (and gold really is an understatement).

Oodles of grey, a hint of gold, some beige. I never can refrain from wearing blends of colour from head to toe. Elegant outfit.
Blue jeans, soft docs, a touch of leopard and a hood. Rainstorm? Palease...nothing could phase me. Casual outfit. Acid wash, fishnet tights, a grey loose t, and those 14 hole Doc Martens. Cross me and I'll kick your arse. The hard edge look.

And just to show you just how gold it really is....
I think I am in love.