Hello fellow blog lovers!
I came home from work today (hooray) to find not one but two packages obediently waiting my arrival.
The first was my impulse vintage red dress purchase and not only does she fit like a dream, I'm calling her Madeleine, for no real reason other than she seems like a Madeleine but I instantly knew what to pair her with ... When I find someone to take pictures they'll be getting posted. Currently my little sister is vacationing in Bali (lucky thing) so until she gets back you'll have to wait.
And the second my Balenciaga's arrived. I haven't been lucky enough to be acquainted with Balenciaga footwear until now so I ordered a 35.5. I'm usually a 5 occasionally a 6 so it seemed like a safe bet and they too fit perfectly. After lovingly caressing them for several minutes I then proceeded to dance around the house and in front of my full length mirror. In my gorgeous new shoes... and my light blue flannelette pj's with clouds printed on them. Admittedly not the outfit I envisioned, having said that I had just flown home coming straight off of night shift so comfort out did style on the priority listing particularly as I was home alone.
I'm currently still in said pj's and watching The Wedding Planner on DVD. I love the red dress Jennifer Lopez wears in the scene where she goes to dancing lessons with Steve (Eddie) and Fran. It's funny I'll notice at least one piece of clothing in every movie (usually far more) that I love. I think about clothes in my sleep, I literally dream about fashion. The other day I had the most realistic dream about this amazing jewellery so now I'm currently scouring mags, the net, eBay and etsy for something similar to the sum of my sub conscious. I'll find them, I know I will. I seem to wish my wardrobe desires into being. But that's another story for another blog entry.
I'm currently waiting on a phone call from one of my house mates... And contemplating dinner. It's nearly half past nine, I should probably get on to that. One slight problem, there is no fresh produce, bread (yes I eat carbs I am a normal human being) or milk in the refrigerator. So it'll probably be a fast food job. And my belly is grumbling. I just can't be bothered moving, I haven't stopped for the past two weeks. It's going to sound terrible but I just want someone to look after me for a while. I'm sick of being little miss independent, miss reliable... I guess I made my own bed and I should sleep in it. So I think I'm going to eat chips, read the latest editions of Lula and Peppermint magazine and watch girly movies, because I truly can not be bothered to even think. I might even cancel on catching up with my friends, I just want to be...
Does anyone else ever have these days? I feel like I should be doing something productive and amazing with every spare second of my day, but who has the energy.
Have a good night/day every one,
Love Little Miss C
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Sunday, July 11, 2010
The joy of flat mates
For anyone who knows me I recently split up with the love of my life and went through the equivalent of a divorce, dividing assets, splitting up a family unit (thankfully no children were involved), have lost the majority of my hair due to stress... which is making me freak out even more, and trying to start over again. So a large part of my time lately has been involved in sourcing all the things he took when he left (pretty much everything... c'est la vie), not important things in the grand scheme of things but the empty house echoed the empty hole in my heart and made me want to crawl into a corner curl up and cry myself to sleep hopefully for eternity.
It just seems easier not to have to face it all, doesn't it? Why face the pain everyday if you can hide from it? But you can't hide from it, not for ever. The little things creep up on you, when you roll over in the morning and he's not there. When some one else hugs you and it just doesn't quite feel the way it should. When you see a couple kiss and you just ache, knowing that there is no one waiting for you at home, no one to hold you when you're sad and what makes it worse is your sad all the time...
Any way that's enough woe is me. I'm throwing myself into reading and writing. Films, music, art, my pets. Anything that makes me smile. I'm thankful for the gloomy weather outside, which may sound surprising but it means I don't have to make excuses for wanting to remain rugged up on the couch, or curled up in bed, reading mags, books and blogs and watching girly films all day and sleeping in. Thank god for sleep ins. Who ever wakes up early on a day off, I take my hat off to you, but I doubt I'll ever see that day, a long relaxing lie in, stretching out in bed like a cat... Is sheer heaven.
Speaking of which brings me to a new joy flat mates, or rather I should say house mates seeing as we live in a 4 bedroom 2 bathroom home rather than a flat. Two of my house mates have been with me for a little over a year now. Both girls from New Zealand. Since the ex has moved out a new man from work has moved in. A fellow Aussie. So I now have three people living in the house with me, plus my dog and my crazy nut job of a bird. The joy of house mates is they fill the space and I don't just mean literally with their bodies and the stuff they inevitably bring with them but the house just feels less empty knowing that others call it home, even if we are all periodically in and out, this house feels like a revolving door lately, but it's good, it keeps me on my toes.
The new roomie made me clear out the spare room, the junk room and guess what it was AMAZING. It felt like such a good thing to do. Decluttering, throwing out all the stuff I'd held onto for what ever reason. Yes I was ruthless, not needed out it went. I wish I'd taken before and after pictures. Because it truly is incredible. I think my mother will have a fit when she see's how good it looks.
There isn't much left to do that really needs doing. But typically I'm throwing myself into it, painting walls, scrubbing floors, doing the odd jobs that have been on a long to do list since we first moved in 1 year and 3 months ago. I even alphabetized the remaining dvds. (So maybe it's a good thing there are endless blogs on the net to occupy my time!).
Well I'm off to go scour for inspiration and my next purchases... Did I mention the endless window shopping, on line and from the pages of the magazines I love oh so much.
And I broke my shopping fast... On shoes. On a pair of Balenciaga sandals from a few seasons ago that I've loved since the first moment I saw them.
So now I patiently await their arrival in the post. Oh and I was naughty last night, I totally impulse bought an amazing red dress from the seventies from one of my favourite online vintage stores in Oz.
I'll make sure I post pics when they arrive! I'm celebrating and they haven't even got here yet .. Oh well.
Love
Little Miss CZ
It just seems easier not to have to face it all, doesn't it? Why face the pain everyday if you can hide from it? But you can't hide from it, not for ever. The little things creep up on you, when you roll over in the morning and he's not there. When some one else hugs you and it just doesn't quite feel the way it should. When you see a couple kiss and you just ache, knowing that there is no one waiting for you at home, no one to hold you when you're sad and what makes it worse is your sad all the time...
Any way that's enough woe is me. I'm throwing myself into reading and writing. Films, music, art, my pets. Anything that makes me smile. I'm thankful for the gloomy weather outside, which may sound surprising but it means I don't have to make excuses for wanting to remain rugged up on the couch, or curled up in bed, reading mags, books and blogs and watching girly films all day and sleeping in. Thank god for sleep ins. Who ever wakes up early on a day off, I take my hat off to you, but I doubt I'll ever see that day, a long relaxing lie in, stretching out in bed like a cat... Is sheer heaven.
Speaking of which brings me to a new joy flat mates, or rather I should say house mates seeing as we live in a 4 bedroom 2 bathroom home rather than a flat. Two of my house mates have been with me for a little over a year now. Both girls from New Zealand. Since the ex has moved out a new man from work has moved in. A fellow Aussie. So I now have three people living in the house with me, plus my dog and my crazy nut job of a bird. The joy of house mates is they fill the space and I don't just mean literally with their bodies and the stuff they inevitably bring with them but the house just feels less empty knowing that others call it home, even if we are all periodically in and out, this house feels like a revolving door lately, but it's good, it keeps me on my toes.
The new roomie made me clear out the spare room, the junk room and guess what it was AMAZING. It felt like such a good thing to do. Decluttering, throwing out all the stuff I'd held onto for what ever reason. Yes I was ruthless, not needed out it went. I wish I'd taken before and after pictures. Because it truly is incredible. I think my mother will have a fit when she see's how good it looks.
There isn't much left to do that really needs doing. But typically I'm throwing myself into it, painting walls, scrubbing floors, doing the odd jobs that have been on a long to do list since we first moved in 1 year and 3 months ago. I even alphabetized the remaining dvds. (So maybe it's a good thing there are endless blogs on the net to occupy my time!).
Well I'm off to go scour for inspiration and my next purchases... Did I mention the endless window shopping, on line and from the pages of the magazines I love oh so much.
And I broke my shopping fast... On shoes. On a pair of Balenciaga sandals from a few seasons ago that I've loved since the first moment I saw them.
So now I patiently await their arrival in the post. Oh and I was naughty last night, I totally impulse bought an amazing red dress from the seventies from one of my favourite online vintage stores in Oz.
I'll make sure I post pics when they arrive! I'm celebrating and they haven't even got here yet .. Oh well.
Love
Little Miss CZ
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
I'm in love with the female nude
I'm in love with the female nude.
I don't think that there is anything as beautiful as the diversity that nature blesses us with. I was recently rereading and old issue of Australian Madison Magazine, (The January 2010 issue to be precise) and they had an article reflecting on how women view their own bodies and the bodies of others.
I found the following quote from editor Paula Joye particularly memorable;
So I just thought I'd share a little bit of love for all of my fellow ladies out there and remind you, that each and every one of you is beautiful no matter what your demons maybe. Share the love and send a girlfriend, your sister, your mother who ever a message reminding her that she is beautiful.
I don't think that there is anything as beautiful as the diversity that nature blesses us with. I was recently rereading and old issue of Australian Madison Magazine, (The January 2010 issue to be precise) and they had an article reflecting on how women view their own bodies and the bodies of others.
I found the following quote from editor Paula Joye particularly memorable;
It's a real gift to be able to look at women's bodies as they truly are, and refreshing to see an accurate depiction of what we see each day in the locker room at the gym. Or at home in the mirror. How we all look before the smoke and mirrors start. Before the tummy flattening control undies, the lift and separate bra and the butt firming jeans. It's vital for us to see such representations of the everyday in the same places we visit for inspiration, yes, fashion magazines. Because beauty doesn't only lie in a photo of a gorgeous model wearing an amazing dress. You can find it in the unlikeliest of places- another woman's freckles, her thighs, a caesarean scar. Vulnerability is every girl's secret beauty weapon.
So I just thought I'd share a little bit of love for all of my fellow ladies out there and remind you, that each and every one of you is beautiful no matter what your demons maybe. Share the love and send a girlfriend, your sister, your mother who ever a message reminding her that she is beautiful.
I absolutely adore this image, I'm not sure where it originates from, I discovered it browsing the net a few months ago when I was looking for inspiration for my own nude shoot. And fell head over heels in love, if it's yours please let me know and I'll label it as yours or remove it if required. It is truly gorgeous.
Love Little Miss CZ
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