Inside out Chanel

New vest. Well actually, it's a jacket I cut the arms off. It really didn't feel right till now, but I loved the fabric. Sort of a inside out Chanel. You know, the collection with the Americana striped and stars. I can imagine wearing this with red and white striped for a similar feel.

I have been wearing a lot of vests lately. Well another vest, I guess. My furry one. Embarrassing story, I left it in my lecture, the soul guy in the course (it's heroins in History) found it and asked the whole class whose it was. So basically, I had to claim this furry gorilla vest in front of my whole class. I wear it though, so I don't know why that's embarrassing. I guess not worn, out of context, a hairy vest is a pretty strange thing to own.

42

Ok call me a magpie. I am a little gold obsessed. And perhaps a little Doc Marten obsessed too.
I'll go to therapy soon after, I promise. But I must have these shoes!!!
As I said to my friend Kelly (hello Kelly!), I believe I was born for a purpose, and that purpose was to own these shoes. Once I do, my life will be complete. The answer to the universe is not 42, it's Gold Korum Flash.

Gold Korum Flash Doc Martens.

18.07.09

Making use of the slightly warmer weather to wear something more stylish. Usually I'm just a big ball of wool, and since I am so colour mad, all my coats, scarves, hats and gloves are colourful. In winter I am a packet of skittles.Bought this clever zip necklace for $14 at Dotti the other day. What a great idea! It's just a zip, with the fabric cut away and the ends clamped together. I usually make a resolution never to buy anything I could easily make myself, but I figured that a zip would probably only cost a little less anyway. My mum disagrees, however, and is going to attempt her own DIY if anyone's interested.

Wearing: Black Leggings, Second hand boots, Second Hand Beanie, Self altered second hand dress, Supre tshirt, Dotti Necklace.

Progress

I've been doing some painting lately. I'm not a huge painter, but I loved it when I was a child. In fact, according to an old scrapbook I used to fill when I was younger, I dreamed of being an artist, a writer or a doctor. I guess the writing held it's ground. But I think I was disheartened by year 11 art, where we were forced to conform to a style of painting. Mine is usually very thick, very bright, and very imaginative. So much more fun that way.