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flower power August 21, 2010

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I don't know whats happening in the rest of the world, but there's a disturbing trend happening here in Australia.


And lots of it. If you want to buy clothes at the moment you will need to have a true love of all things floral. And a touch of nostalgia for the seventies.

Imagine this. A loose fitting, full body, black cotton catsuit type thing. Gathered at the ankles, sleeveless, with a drawstring waist. And covered in thousands of yellow and pink flowers. It could be yours.

I even saw some broderie anglaise. And dare I say……. cheesecloth dresses. And long dresses. Floor length. I guess they're ankle length but on me they would drag on the floor. I've only ever tried on two ankle length dresses and both times ended up laughing at the sight of myself in the mirror. I felt like I was playing dress up in my mothers wardrobe thirty years ago.

I did buy one floral shirt. Big floral, in blues. I said to the girl, do you have it in any other colours? and she said, yes, we have it in purple and orange. And I said, I think I already did that in the seventies thanks.

But I bought it because I need something to wear to a family function coming up. I said to Lizzie – and I can wear it with white shorts, or white pants or even blue jeans. None of which I actually own of course.

I think I'll be giving spring clothes shopping a miss thanks. I hope you lot that are a season ahead of us have something better planned for my summer wardrobe.

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the temperature is rising December 30, 2008

Filed under: Uncategorized — panthergirl @ 9:06 pm
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Its exhausting to look at the seven day weather forecast and see every day expected to be 37 degrees (which is about 98 degrees for you guys). Lloyd says I'm getting soft because I used to say how much I loved the hot weather. Getting old more like it I'd say.

And its new years eve. How did that happen. For some reason I thought it was on thursday. We have people coming tonight and I said – I don't care how hot it is, we're sitting outside. I'm not having a bunch of little kids running around inside the house. See when your own kids become teenagers you suddenly become very intolerant of little kids. Well thats how it happened for me. I hope I start liking them a bit more before my kids have children or I won't be a very pleasant Nanna.

Of course that means everyone will end up smelling like dog. Betty smell. She sits on all the outdoor chairs. She doesn't have a special one – shares herself amongst the lot. And she's one of those dogs that always smells. Even if she was washed that morning, she smells by the afternoon. I would wash the chairs if I could but I can't because of our water restrictions. No hoses allowed. And I'm not that keen that I'm hauling a bucket around. Anyway I have to spend my time finding a cocktail recipe I want.

Tip of the day. I'm wearing one of those dresses thats made of that synthetic slippery material. Like a nightie. ANd after you've been wearing it for a while it sticks to your legs and grips you in a nasty unflattering way. But someone told me that you get a fabric softener piece of paper. She tells me you put them in the dryer with your clothes to stop static. (I don't use a dryer myself because I feel too guilty about all the environmental damage I'm doing when I do use one). But get one of these little fabric softener squares and rub it on your dress – not sure if that would be inside or outside – and it will stop it clinging. I was going to try this and I did buy a box of them for a ridiculous amount of money, but when I opened it the smell was so sweet and sickly that I didn't think I could stand to smell like that all day.

So I'll stick to my method. Which is to lick my hands and run them over the dress every now and then.

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shit warmed up October 10, 2008

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You know how you tell someone that they look like shit warmed up? Well I look and feel like shit thats spent ten minutes in the microwave.

Or maybe thats just another one of those australian sayings. You know when someone looks tired or bad you say – geez mate, you look like shit warmed up.

So the formal dress has been bought.

I'm not sure how many miles we walked on Wednesday, but we walked non stop for four hours. And when Lizzie said she had a definite idea of how she wanted the dress to look, I wasn't sure if that was going to be a good or bad thing, but it turned out to be good because we didn't waste time trying on unnecessary things. No luck that day, so Thursday we went to Parramatta Westfield, and there it was. Simple, black, strapless, just above the knee. Fit perfectly and very flattering and totally age appropriate for a 16 year old girl. A lot of these girls turn up at their  formal looking like they got lost on the way to a bridesmaid convention. All wearing satin ,floor length eyesores in pink and lemon that really shouldn't be seen on anyone let alone a 16 year old.

And the sales lady actually put her hand on her heart (well two fingers, boy scout style), and said that she promised to god, no lie, that she didn't tell everyone this, that the dress looked better on Lizzie than anyone else who had ever tried it on. lol,  I could believe it though, it did look lovely - you'll have to wait until December to see it though.

So after walking from Bondi to Darling Harbour, a drive to Paramatta that felt like a nascar race, having the worst dining out experience of my life one night and being attacked by a seagull at dinner the next night, a confusing conversation with a homeless man, putting up with an annoying know it all woman on the monorail and watching a japanese man jumping and swinging from tree to tree at Darling Harbour like a monkey, I found myself with a migraine last night.

I sent Daz looking for the strongest drugs he could find and he came back with panadol rapid. And I can assure you, that rapid they are NOT. Please Daz, we're staying in Oxford Street and the best you can do is a panadol. Oh well, they took the edge off. But as I say, I look like shit warmed up and I'd go for a lie down and read but I have to go grocery shopping. The fun never ends.


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The Sculptor September 10, 2008

Filed under: Uncategorized — panthergirl @ 12:54 am
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I was just flipping through a brochure that came in the mail and I see the gladiator sandal is meant to be popular this summer. They're an ugly thing really. And making them gold doesn't really convince me that they are a classy option.

We had to wear sandals that looked like that when I went to school. We called them JC's. What did that mean anway? Was that supposed to be a reference to jesus christ, because I can imagine him wearing something like them.



And these sculpt and shape things annoy me. Who wants to wear one of them in summer. There'll be some nasty cases of thrush going around. And anyway why don't they ever show someone modelling them who might actually feel they need to wear them. Those chicks do not need to wear those things. What I want to see is a larger lady modelling them, because I've always wondered what happens to all that flesh you push down. I mean it has to escape somewhere. I imagine you end up with a roll at the top or at the bottom.

The one at the bottom for instance – by the time you put a bra on you'll have a big roll between it and the top of that thing. Although she doesn't appear to have breasts. Where the hell are they, how much longer can her body possibly be?

Lol at the top left one. How do you even walk in that? You'd have to take little geisha steps. And I bet, I bet as soon as you sit down it would roll up. Anyone who owns one of these things – please burn it.


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