Thursday, September 16, 2010

Grown up jewellery


I'm not gonna lie dolls, when it comes to jewellery I am pretty much a tacky bitch. No, let me redress that statement: I think I effectively mix cheap tacky shit with slightly expensive pieces from Mimco to make everything else look a bit better. I do statement pieces, I do costume jewellery, I do moderately priced.

My jewellery box, mostly Glebe Markets' finest.

I just really like this picture

One of my TOTAL FAVES not shown above

I like my hair here (ps that necklace is a 'belt')

So that gives you an idea of the kind of stuff I wear. Weird, sometimes brilliant, mostly costumey shit. But lately all I've wanted to wear is pretty gold jewellery, like grown ups wear (I think I'm becoming a lady). You know how some people just have their signature pieces and you always always see them wear it and it's just a signifying part of them? It's usually a really plain pretty gold necklace, or a simple gold band they always wear? I love that stuff! I don't have that. I wear faux 3-D cube necklaces that cost $6.

Blair Waldorf has her piece:
Surely you've seen her wearing it...

That bloody ruby ring is in every scene.

And I want my equivalent! I want to be like Blair!

I am growing up! I want to wear REAL gold, not the stuff that rubs off after two weeks. I unearthed a sweet lil heart charm and a gold chain I got given at my christening which I am currently rocking, but I don't know if a heart really captures my essence (not that I'm evil, I just generally hate heart-shaped jewellery and I make fun of my mum's all the time so it's slightly hypocritical). And then WITH my everyday gold charm necklace I want an everyday signature gold ring to go with it. And then that will be my everyday look. No umming and aahing about whether to wear layers of cheap silver chain necklaces with the silver panther ring OR the gold and leather belt/necklace with a gigantor fake gold knuckleduster/ring (this has actually been my favourite combo for a very long time - this is a big deal).

Don't be mistaken, I still love my costume jewellery, I'm just ready for a change. A sophisticated change. Do not scoff at me! I will still wear my other pieces of stuff of course but they're just not fitting in with my current everyday 'look' that I'm going for. Below are some examples/vague ideas of the kind of stuff I am looking for. Gimme a heads up if you see anything when you're out and about.

Rings
In the past, I would never have given any of these a second look. But recently I have come to see the appeal of dainty, pretty jewellery. I think I can werq it.
NOT as a wedding band, just an everyday one on my right hand

Only top Middle, bottom Middle and bottom Right

My version of Blair's ring. Am not a huge fan of rubies.
Vintage Tiffany


If this is rose gold I LIKE IT.


















However if I spose if I can't find a pretty dainty ring, I could take the Kate Moss route with a fuck-off amazing piece of bling - but one that is really 'me', you know?





















Some of my own options...





















Necklaces
As I mentioned, I have already started rockin' this look. It doesn't feel quite right though. I'm still on the hunt for the perfect gold charm. I mean, I like a lot of things but I'm holding out for The One (only in jewellery and fashion though - otherwise I am totally easy please do not be detracted). Anyway, some celeb examples to demonstrate the 'look' I am going for, the "what? I'm not really wearing jewellery this is just an extension of me" look:




























And now, some pretty options I found online:
These are like the ones Taylor is wearing above. SO pretty.

Karen Walker's 'Runaway Girl'

Alex Monroe feather necklace. Awe.

Vintage Chanel ooh la la

Giles and Brother wishbone (but would prefer gold)

Random pretties

More vintage Chanel. But a bit too bulky for what I want.

Ditto this Marc Jacobs one. Still, very cute.

I don't mind this kinda thing, but am not a fan of the chain...

So there, you see what I mean? It's adult jewellery, non? I mean, I AM turning 22 soon, I should eventually grow up. In my style at least, if nothing else.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

JULIA GILLARD. Oh wait, got it!!!!!!!!!

Yes, I, like many other Australians rejoice today because we got what we wanted (but possibly not the majority of the population though...ah well, suck it). We gots ourselves a Labor government! It looked a bit uneasy there for a while and I lost hope a couple of times, what with that ridiculously close election, but we got there in the end and Julia Gillard prevailed.


















Behold, our first female Prime Minister. Sure, I have issues with J-Gill, I have issues with all politicians. But I HATE Tony Abbott. I threatened to jump ship if TA became PM and I'm gosh darn glad that didn't have to happen because I can't even afford to live alone in Sydney, let alone move overseas. So yes, while she may be inching ever-closer to the rightest right, Gillard is an atheist, unmarried, ex-lefty. I must have hope that somewhere inside her that lady still resides. Maybe it's enough knowing that she ever existed. 

Also can the superficial side of me (ok, the main side) point out how fantastic her skin is looking lately? Holy shitballs, Julia was positively glowing during her press conference and not just from happiness. Her complexion is in tip-top shape. Good for her, she must be using Nutrimetics Apricot Oil. And her hair is the raddest shade of red ever.

Oh and let's not forget the two that made it all happen, who we owe this fantabulous result to:
Rob Oakeshott

Tony Windsor




























L-O-V-E these two independents right now. While Oakies speech was mind-numbingly, stupidly shit-long, I forgave him as soon as he confirmed that he would be backing Julia Gillard's government. Well done gents, I owe you one. A big one.

Finally, a moment for the glorious Annabel Crabb.












Annabel is a brilliant Australian political journalist who first entered my radar during her guest spots on ABC's 'The Glasshouse' which I used to tape every week due to Wil Anderson. She is hilarious, she is a genius, and I have been following her on twitter for ages. Basically, she is my main source of any and all political info and she has not disappointed during this shit-fest of an election. So today I tweeted a public thank you message to her AND SHE REPLIED. On such a momentous and already-happy day, this was truly the icing on the cake.

Yay Annabel! Yay Julia! Yay Labor!

Rejoice and be happy with me or stfu and don't ruin my buzz today.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Holidaze

First draft of thesis: pretty much complete. Word count: approx 16,880. Only thoughts in my head: Going away and relaxing on an amazing holiday and finally remembering what it is like to not be stressed. That would be great.

Somewhere local would do...
The Amarna Resort in Nelson Bay looks pretty nice.








I can actually almost physically imagine myself being here.

This place is very 'me', don't you think?

It's obviously roomy enough.

Yep, it'll do.

Quite frankly, I'd even consider the NSW central coast.

Who knew such a place existed at the Entrance?

Such a place DOES exist and 5 suites even have private pools

Hmm I can't remember where this one is but I like the privacy

The rest are random nice hotel rooms I quite like the look of













Yeah so anyway France is also pretty nice.

I like villas!



I would hire this out for myself how rad would that be?






















I guess I could also cope with an Italian villa


















Yo George Clooney feel free to invite me over anytime

Ditto for whoever owns this place

I spose I could also consider Greece...

I guess it's passable...

What with it's private pools...

Amazing views...

Vineyards...

And tranquil charm...it would do me just fine.
But no matter what, most important is a good hotel room







































































































 









And daily massage.














Sigh. This is what I spend most of my days dreaming about, in between agonising over the perfect sentence structure, checking the word count after every three words, re-checking references, worrying that I have nothing to add to already existing academic literature and that this year has been an entire waste of time and that I am a total failure.

Bring on the sun.