found this vintage chair a while back at the op shop for only $15!
i also bough this wonderful necklace at the markets from a lovely lady. her jewelry was cheap and beautiful, this one was only $8.
10.16.2011
great finds
with the lack of outfit post i thought i should share something else i have bought.
found this vintage chair a while back at the op shop for only $15!
i also bough this wonderful necklace at the markets from a lovely lady. her jewelry was cheap and beautiful, this one was only $8.
xoxox
found this vintage chair a while back at the op shop for only $15!
i also bough this wonderful necklace at the markets from a lovely lady. her jewelry was cheap and beautiful, this one was only $8.
9.25.2011
9.17.2011
to make it work, cut it short
found this 70s dress at the op shop. the asking price was $20 but i haggled it down to $15, love a bargain even more if i can manage to make it cheaper.;)
it did need some work done to it though... it came all the way down to my toes and it had a couple of stains around the bottom, so i needed to cut a lot of it off, and because of the type of material its made out of it also had to be hand stitched.
the shoes made in brazil; again vintage from the op shop and it was only $8.
i am really starting to love my vintage outfits and i find myself avoiding most chain stores so that i have more to spend on op shop finds.
i cant wait to find the next item to add to my collection!!!
ps... dont know why my images keep coming up with lines all through them... might need to re-size them i think... oh well next time. :)
xoxox
9.10.2011
8.08.2011
the sun was out today
and it was a great excuse to finally wear my felt grey hat i bought last winter.
7.29.2011
australia zoo
went to australia zoo a couple of weeks back with a friend and her two kids... he kids had fun, and me... not so much because i had seen it all before on my 24th birthday. but hey, i still enjoyed the elephants and the tigers but most of all terri erwins line of clothing, check out the name!
6.25.2011
new job new me?
so as mentioned before i have a new job... where? at a motel in their conferences and events department. i work amongst a lot of paper pushing, corporate zombie types in 2x2 cubicles.
the 'coporates' as they call them, although hard working seem to be just all work and no play. most of the laughter and smiles come from the cleaners of the motel, who to me seem more welcoming and pleasant to be around with.
anyway...
the day before i went out of my way to go shopping for a new outfit for a friends going away. the reason is not so much that i needed an outfit for the party, but because i knew i was to change at work and i felt that i needed to appear a certain way for them not to judge me. in the end i dint find anything that i was happy with, and came home and spent over an hour rummaging through my closet trying to find something appropriate. the problem was my clothes were either too.... well... too sexy, too alternate, too old and no where near as sophisticated enough as the other corporate girls i have seen drinking at the bar after a long days work.... well in short my clothes were a little too... me...
which got me thinking... for the past four weeks i have never truly been myself. like the motel i have taken this corporate and extensive facade, all polite and ever so pleasant.... but deep down; at the back of house; you will find the dirty sheets, the mouldy walls and the dusty floors.
what upsets me most about this industry is that there is nothing romantic about it. all it really is, is about making money. my boss summed it up for me yesterday as we drank our mulled wine.... "this industry is based on politics, pleasing people you dont have respect for, and making the sales. that is why i wanted something more simple when i first came to australia. but then they gave me this... responsibility"
this shook me, is this what i have to look forward to?
further more i stopped and thought, is this why i have found it so hard to be the real me? more so than i have in the past?... am i starting to pretend to be someone i am not just so i can fit in?... i mean; there i was with my hair in a french twist in my suit jacket and heels, discussing work over mulled wine.
i cant be ungrateful, especially not at this point. but there is this nagging force inside of me that just wants to be at the studio again, dealing with clients, going through photos, creating ads and albums and making beautiful memories. i remember, wearing all black with my hair in a mess, my feet crossed at a computer desk wearing dark eyeshadow to hide the bags under my eyes.
so i wonder... will this job change me?
the 'coporates' as they call them, although hard working seem to be just all work and no play. most of the laughter and smiles come from the cleaners of the motel, who to me seem more welcoming and pleasant to be around with.
anyway...
the day before i went out of my way to go shopping for a new outfit for a friends going away. the reason is not so much that i needed an outfit for the party, but because i knew i was to change at work and i felt that i needed to appear a certain way for them not to judge me. in the end i dint find anything that i was happy with, and came home and spent over an hour rummaging through my closet trying to find something appropriate. the problem was my clothes were either too.... well... too sexy, too alternate, too old and no where near as sophisticated enough as the other corporate girls i have seen drinking at the bar after a long days work.... well in short my clothes were a little too... me...
which got me thinking... for the past four weeks i have never truly been myself. like the motel i have taken this corporate and extensive facade, all polite and ever so pleasant.... but deep down; at the back of house; you will find the dirty sheets, the mouldy walls and the dusty floors.
what upsets me most about this industry is that there is nothing romantic about it. all it really is, is about making money. my boss summed it up for me yesterday as we drank our mulled wine.... "this industry is based on politics, pleasing people you dont have respect for, and making the sales. that is why i wanted something more simple when i first came to australia. but then they gave me this... responsibility"
this shook me, is this what i have to look forward to?
further more i stopped and thought, is this why i have found it so hard to be the real me? more so than i have in the past?... am i starting to pretend to be someone i am not just so i can fit in?... i mean; there i was with my hair in a french twist in my suit jacket and heels, discussing work over mulled wine.
i cant be ungrateful, especially not at this point. but there is this nagging force inside of me that just wants to be at the studio again, dealing with clients, going through photos, creating ads and albums and making beautiful memories. i remember, wearing all black with my hair in a mess, my feet crossed at a computer desk wearing dark eyeshadow to hide the bags under my eyes.
so i wonder... will this job change me?
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