Hi again.
Today, I'm going to talk about goal-setting and ways to make them stick. Anyone who knew me in highschool will know that, in the world of sticking to goals, I'd be known as a criminal. A repeat offender of making high and mighty plans.... and doing nothing with them.
My problem with deadlines (which, really, is the point of setting a goal... you wish to achieve ____ by _____ time) is that I always feel as though I am somehow missing out on something... or that I am only aiming to fulfill these goals for someone else's merit.
As I turn 21 this year, I have a list of things I want to do before I turn 21 because, personally, I believe that I should enter the world as a bona-fide adult (18 is like the training wheels for the big thing, really) who is able to take care of themselves and see reason in the world around them.So far, (about a month in), I've been able to live up to these expectations without any real hassle. Why? It's the way you set the goals and limits. If you truly wish to do the things that you set out to do, you find that you will put in the most effort to get them done.
Here are a few hints on how I've managed to stick to the things I am aiming to achieve.
Think about what it is you really want to do.
A lot of people set themselves (I am no different) a list of aspirations that, honestly, they're only really going to achieve for someone else's sake. This is usually most prevalent with things they're trying to stop doing, whether it's chewing with your mouth open or shooting up heroin. I use these as examples because I know people who have tried to do both. If you don't want to do it (or stop doing it) then don't do it. You are in control of your own destiny and your own body, therefore you make the decisions what you do to it. Even if you know it's bad for you, it has to be your own idea.
Don't try to 'quit' or 'give up' something.
Let's use something pretty tame as an example here. Say you have decided that you eat too many lollies. If you try to 'quit' eating them or 'give up' sugar, you will feel ultimately like you're missing out. You may remember overzealous soccer parents telling their kids "quitters aren't winners".... actually, they're right. Quitting something means it is a great loss to you, that you don't believe you can achieve it. Address what the problem is, then find a feasible solution. Don't deny yourself anything in the process.
Back to our example. Let's say you think you eat too many lollies but you have a balanced diet the rest of the time, it would be more realistic to set your goal as "eat healthy snacks" and then list examples, "(like almonds, sultanas, etc...)" Now you have a positive goal to work towards, but you have not actually listed anywhere that you are having one over the other, thus you are not denying yourself something.
Do not set a reward system.
This may sound contradictory to what other people tell you about setting goals, but I will give you one good reason why you do not need to reward yourself: you will punish yourself for any "bad" behaviour if you reward the "good". In my system of goal-making, there IS no good or bad behaviour. No "good" foods or "bad" foods, if we go to my earlier example. Rewarding yourself for the "good" means you will feel guilty for the "bad", which often causes a breakout of lying, binging and then swinging to the other side of the scale and martyring yourself just so you can have your 'reward'.
Again, using sugar as an example. If you set a goal to "eat healthy snacks" instead of "quit eating lollies", then you can still eat lollies... but you probably won't want to if you're eating healthier snacks. It makes sense, right? I use this as an example because this is one of my goals. I eat a balanced diet 99% of the time... but I am partial to snacking on absolute crap. My solution? I bought snack food that I like but won't make me cranky, tired and addicted to it... but I have still ingested sugary things in this period of time. I just don't feel compelled to eat it as much as I did because I'm enjoying my current choice more. My skin is glowing, my energy levels don't see-saw and when I do eat something sugary, it tastes kind of sickly. I don't want more. I don't run to the cupboard in secret to stuff my face, I know that I'm allowed to eat it if I want to. I know that it's right there and I can pick it up whenever I want to, regardless on whether I've been "good" or not. Because it's not forbidden or just for special occasions, I don't really want it.
Make your goals realistic.
Say, for example, you and your partner are fighting a lot. Setting "stop fighting with (so-and-so)" as a goal is unrealistic. Why? you can only determine your own behaviour. If you wish to stop fighting, take baby steps and instead list "don't start arguments with (so-and-so)" (not the same thing as not fighting, by the way) or "be more considerate of (so-and-so)". The rest is up to them, but you're still following your path if you stick to your own aspirations and let them worry about theirs.
Another thing people do a lot is setting such a grandiose mission for themselves that they will have no real way to achieve it in a short space of time. "Become famous" is unrealistic.... also because it involves other people as well as yourself. "Upload music demos and mail them to record labels" is more realistic. It means that you are taking that next step, but that you understand that you are only responsible for your own actions.
Write out a list
Find a piece of paper and your favourite pen. Write out your goals in your neatest handwriting. Set out a realistic deadline.You need a deadline, if you leave it for an indefinite amount of time, it becomes another "thing I'll do tomorrow" and will never get done. As I said, I have set the deadline for my birthday. That's a mere few days before christmas... so I set myself about 2 1/2 months. After that, hopefully the habits stick. If not, that's life. Write out your realistic goals and ways you are going to work toward them. Use positive, re-enforcing language rather than negatives or ambiguous language. Sign the bottom, so that you are making the promise to yourself. Show someone who will be supportive, someone who is not an enabler or will criticise the things you have listed out. They don't need to enforce anything, but it's good to have someone you trust know that you have set these goals for yourself because they are likely to encourage you if you're making a strong effort.
Don't martyr yourself.
You're a human being, not an archangel. It's ok to make mistakes. If you don't have too many rules or conditions, you shouldn't feel like you are doing this anyway because you are allowed to stray off course as there are no negative repercussions for it. This doesn't mean you don't aim to achieve them, it means that you're not under pressure. The only person who you need to worry about is yourself, so be your own best friend and treat yourself nicely when aiming for self-improvement or simply getting some work done.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
What's your favorite type of flower?
My favourite kind of flower is a Stargazer lily. Not only are they utterly beautiful, my boyfriend bought me a whopping big bunch when we started dating. We lived far away so he had them couriered over. When I answered the door (no-one else was home) I burst into tears.
What is the weather like where you are now?
It's warm, sunny and pollen is everywhere. My hayfever is driving me up the wall!! still, it's a nice change being able to walk outside without torrential downpour. :D
Thursday, October 28, 2010
My main problem with 'body image'
Hi there,
as usual, it's been a long while since I've last updated. Today, I'm discussing something that, honestly, just really irritates me.
I have friends who model, I have friends who don't. Both groups of (mainly female) friends have one thing in common... they're uncomfortable in their own skin. You'd think, surely, that someone whose job exists purely because they are beautiful would not have such a problem, but actually, it exacerbates the feeling of pressure to look good... why? it's their job to look good. Now, as you may know if you follow the news, fashion or read magazines, blogs, etc. there is a movement coming in, in which women with "real" bodies are modelling. Yet, oddly enough, they still refer to them as "plus size", despite the fact they constantly re-iterate that a "real" woman has "curves".
So why is the word curves in inverted commas? There is no real definition of what a curvy woman is. For example, we refer to a woman who we consider to be slightly overweight as 'curvy' and talk about how brave she is for 'embracing her womanly body' or something along those lines. We also call women with a large bust and wide hips but a small waist 'curvy'... a different thing altogether. This means you can be an (AU) size 8 (american size 4?) and still be 'curvy' but you could also be a size 20 and be 'curvy'. It's an ambiguous term used to make people feel good about themselves but, in actuality, makes people feel quite horrible about their appearance. For example, call someone who is a (again AU sizing) size 10 curvy and she may read this as 'fat'.
But back to the real point here, is a real woman really ONLY what would be considered a plus-size in modelling terms? The answer is a resounding NO. Last time I checked, the only definition of a "real" woman is someone who is or identifies as being a woman. If you're transgendered and identify as being female, you're a woman. If you were born a woman and intend to stay that way, you're a woman. If you've had plastic surgery, you're a woman. No 'if's, 'but's or 'maybe's... you're a real woman. I am a size 10 in conventional Australian sizing. I am slim, leggy and long-limbed... and I am still every bit as real as the girl next to me who is a size 16. We should not shame others into thinking they are too big, too small or too 'normal' to justify our own body shape.
More to the point, are we as a society so obsessed with our bodies that we should be able to judge? not really, no. The same people who call their body a temple and go through ample work-outs to maintain a 'sexy' physique also spend their weekends binge-drinking, having inadequate amounts of rest (due to the aforementioned nights out and their stressful lifestyles), smoke, take drugs... but that's ok, because they push their bodies to their limits on weekdays and eat 'healthy' diets that may or may not make them more and more stressed out. In fact, I would go as far as to say that being so overly concerned with their appearance would be the greatest cause of stress... something that is incredibly bad for your body. We're not obsessed with taking care of our bodies, merely sculpting them into shapes that may not be what they were naturally intended to be.
So, in short, body image can suck my proverbials. I know I'm as real as the hair I brush, the food I eat and the muscles in my body that aren't rippling like a body builder's, but do the job they were intended to do and make my body work. If you are reading this, you were born perfect because you were born alive. Your brain works, your muscles work and your ability to relate to humanity is intact. For that, you should be thankful. If you want to treat your body as your temple, treat it nicely in every possible aspect of your life. I'd rather be alive and not worrying about how I size up to the girl next to me than worrying about how I can please others by the way I look. Life's too short.
as usual, it's been a long while since I've last updated. Today, I'm discussing something that, honestly, just really irritates me.
I have friends who model, I have friends who don't. Both groups of (mainly female) friends have one thing in common... they're uncomfortable in their own skin. You'd think, surely, that someone whose job exists purely because they are beautiful would not have such a problem, but actually, it exacerbates the feeling of pressure to look good... why? it's their job to look good. Now, as you may know if you follow the news, fashion or read magazines, blogs, etc. there is a movement coming in, in which women with "real" bodies are modelling. Yet, oddly enough, they still refer to them as "plus size", despite the fact they constantly re-iterate that a "real" woman has "curves".
So why is the word curves in inverted commas? There is no real definition of what a curvy woman is. For example, we refer to a woman who we consider to be slightly overweight as 'curvy' and talk about how brave she is for 'embracing her womanly body' or something along those lines. We also call women with a large bust and wide hips but a small waist 'curvy'... a different thing altogether. This means you can be an (AU) size 8 (american size 4?) and still be 'curvy' but you could also be a size 20 and be 'curvy'. It's an ambiguous term used to make people feel good about themselves but, in actuality, makes people feel quite horrible about their appearance. For example, call someone who is a (again AU sizing) size 10 curvy and she may read this as 'fat'.
But back to the real point here, is a real woman really ONLY what would be considered a plus-size in modelling terms? The answer is a resounding NO. Last time I checked, the only definition of a "real" woman is someone who is or identifies as being a woman. If you're transgendered and identify as being female, you're a woman. If you were born a woman and intend to stay that way, you're a woman. If you've had plastic surgery, you're a woman. No 'if's, 'but's or 'maybe's... you're a real woman. I am a size 10 in conventional Australian sizing. I am slim, leggy and long-limbed... and I am still every bit as real as the girl next to me who is a size 16. We should not shame others into thinking they are too big, too small or too 'normal' to justify our own body shape.
More to the point, are we as a society so obsessed with our bodies that we should be able to judge? not really, no. The same people who call their body a temple and go through ample work-outs to maintain a 'sexy' physique also spend their weekends binge-drinking, having inadequate amounts of rest (due to the aforementioned nights out and their stressful lifestyles), smoke, take drugs... but that's ok, because they push their bodies to their limits on weekdays and eat 'healthy' diets that may or may not make them more and more stressed out. In fact, I would go as far as to say that being so overly concerned with their appearance would be the greatest cause of stress... something that is incredibly bad for your body. We're not obsessed with taking care of our bodies, merely sculpting them into shapes that may not be what they were naturally intended to be.
So, in short, body image can suck my proverbials. I know I'm as real as the hair I brush, the food I eat and the muscles in my body that aren't rippling like a body builder's, but do the job they were intended to do and make my body work. If you are reading this, you were born perfect because you were born alive. Your brain works, your muscles work and your ability to relate to humanity is intact. For that, you should be thankful. If you want to treat your body as your temple, treat it nicely in every possible aspect of your life. I'd rather be alive and not worrying about how I size up to the girl next to me than worrying about how I can please others by the way I look. Life's too short.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Do you prefer having short or long hair?
I love having both, but never medium length hair.... my problem is, I usually chop all my hair off (it's a quick fix when I'm bored with my appearance), spend months and months growing it and then when it gets to that awkward length I either get extensions so I don't cut it until it's grown out or just cut it again. Usually the latter. To answer your question, I prefer having long hair but I'm just too impatient to grow it.
Friday, September 17, 2010
The Feminist Choice?
(image from The Guardian)
So, recently we (the Australian public) had our Federal election. For the first time in Australian history, we now have a female Prime Minister. Of course, the story's a lot more complicated than just that, but the bottom line remains the same; we are now one of the most female-friendly countries in the world as far as gender equalty goes... right? Wrong! but not in the way you'd think.
As part of a generation in which feminism has never not existed and we have never had to fight for basic rights, it's easy to take a lot for granted when it comes to my way of living. To me, it seems ludicrous that women are sexually harassed in the workplace everyday and don't say anything, because as a generation, we are taught never to question if it is our fault... we know it is never the victim's fault if they are harassed, abused, raped or otherwise made uncomfortable. We can't comprehend the notion that a woman would not get paid the same as a man for the same job, or that a woman would not be allowed to get a PHD, fly a plane or fix cars for a living if she so chose to.... but we somehow still have that 'us vs. them' mentality that our previous generations have carried as a chip on their shoulder.
As I said, to me it is impossible to comprehend the idea that we (women) would be unable to have the same career path or lifestyle as a man, as with most other women of my generation... that being said, we're still being dragged back into the 1950s and choosing to side with a woman simply because she IS a woman. Worse still, if we are not siding with a female victim for some reason, it is usually because we feel threatened by her in some way... that she is more attractive, better off financially or somehow 'luckier' than we are. The combination of these two things explains a lot of why women haven't advanced to complete equality with their male counterparts in the workforce or many other aspects in life.
Every few months, one female acquaintence or other will have a gripe on some social networking media that "A male who sleeps around is a legend, a female who sleeps around is a slut". Says who? Probably their female peers who are worried that said female will 'steal' their boyfriend/husband/partner or are jealous of the good time they're having. A self respecting man will never dream of calling a girl a slut in public unless a) another female has called her that first, making it "ok" or b) he is willing to put up with the uproar it will cause by saying that. Women perpetuate their own stereotypes to stop other female rivals from getting ahead... men don't. Women are more likely to ensure another woman doesn't get the job, using the most underhanded methods possible. Men don't. Fairer sex? Really?
So back to my original topic, Julia Gillard. When the election was (finally) over, there was a flood of female friends on Facebook and other social media writing things such as "you go, girl"; "we have a female PM now! girls rule!" and other comments on how they were glad they voted for Julia Gillard and how glad they were that the women finally had a victory over the men. Firstly, you voted for the Labour Party, not Julia Gillard herself. You look like a fool stating otherwise. Secondly, if you only voted for Julia Gillard because she is female, there is a serious problem there. If the women of America voted that way, Sarah Palin would be in power... something that is actually a threat to women's rights. Being a feminist does not mean we gang up on the boys, it means we consider ourselves equal. Equal means equal. Equal means the person who is best for the job, regardless of age, gender, race, religion, etc. gets the job; not the female just because she is female or the male because he is male.
Equal means we don't complain about men because, after all, we're all people. That's the point. If you want to complain about the opposite sex, expect them to do the same... you're being sexist and you're cutting yourself short. Think about it. Equal means you don't need to dress a certain way to assert your feminity OR your lack thereof. There is no feminist uniform. I consider myself to be a gender equalist. I shave my legs, dye my hair and pluck my eyebrows. I am heterosexual. I wear a bra, high heels and short skirts. I have been a stay at home parent at some stage because I have young children and don't make as much as my male partner because I haven't settled into a career as such. I care about my appearance and fashion and makeup... but for my own enjoyment, not to please others of either gender. I have friends of both sexes, gay and straight. I am not what you would call a political radical, I don't sign petitions and I don't go to protests... my political views are relatively conservative. I'm not religious, but I don't enjoy seeing other religions being slandered simply because others believe in them. I consider myself equal to men and women, so I don't complain about men, I complain about assholes in general... some are male and some are female.
Why am I telling you this? because I am sick of the stereotypical views of men and women. To the point in which I actually prefer a man's company most of the time, there is no pressure to be the 'perfect woman' or to start man-bashing... just to be a decent human being and have a good time. The only way to achieve equality is to treat yourselves and others as equals, so don't treat other people as inferior simply because they are male... no self respecting man would treat a woman that way in modern society, you're worse than your so-called "oppressors".
Think about it.
The End Of The Bunny Era
I've decided to take my blog in a different direction. Obviously, I'm not able to post the way I would have preferred and the circumstances in my personal life make it difficult to cover the subject matter I was initially intending. Thus, I say goodbye to the divine miss bunny and her cheerful ways. The old posts are still there, they won't be taken down, but I've decided to cover different topics and start over.
Welcome to the "Thank God It's Friday" blog.
I'll be writing content every few days, but it will be updated predominantly on Fridays. I'll still include things which are fun, cheerful and fashion-related, but I have a lot to say on different subjects and to me, it seems unnatural to ignore my inner dialogue and talk about things which are superficial when I can also include my true passions.
Please be good to this new blog.
xx Bunny
Welcome to the "Thank God It's Friday" blog.
I'll be writing content every few days, but it will be updated predominantly on Fridays. I'll still include things which are fun, cheerful and fashion-related, but I have a lot to say on different subjects and to me, it seems unnatural to ignore my inner dialogue and talk about things which are superficial when I can also include my true passions.
Please be good to this new blog.
xx Bunny
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Curious Tuesday
1. What is your style direction for the upcoming season?
lots of layering and floaty, girlie pieces.
2. What is your favourite song right now?
the song that's been stuck in my head most often (slightly different, I know) is Tiny Dancer by Elton John.
3. What’s your best love advice?
Don't try to tick all the boxes or fit all the stereotypes of what a relationship should be... if it works, it just works.
4. Who is the most exciting person you’ve met recently?
My friend Ash from Wollongong. She's incredible.
Life is too wonderful to pick just one thing.
Also, read this.
Long time no blog
So, after a long, LONG hiatus (again) I'm back for a little while. I'll probably end up blogging on Fridays by the look of things.
Right now, I'm coveting:
- Bowers and Wilkins p5 headphones
- this amazing jumper
- Shu Uemura vinyl unlimited lipgloss
- Melbourne breakfast tea, by T2
- 70% Cocoa Club dark chocolate. Yum.
I'm slowly but surely planning for my 21st (in December) as well as how to spend my savings, where I'll be moving to and what to play next on my lovely pink DS. I've got a lot of things to get out here into the blogosphere but just a lack of time to write them. Be patient, it will come.
Right now, I'm coveting:
- Bowers and Wilkins p5 headphones
- this amazing jumper
- Shu Uemura vinyl unlimited lipgloss
- Melbourne breakfast tea, by T2
- 70% Cocoa Club dark chocolate. Yum.
I'm slowly but surely planning for my 21st (in December) as well as how to spend my savings, where I'll be moving to and what to play next on my lovely pink DS. I've got a lot of things to get out here into the blogosphere but just a lack of time to write them. Be patient, it will come.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
The thing about happiness is...
... You can't be happy all the time.
Don't try so hard to be constantly UP and positive and optimistic when, really, you just want to have a cry and mope for a day. Some days, being unhappy (or being able to wallow in your own misery) is what makes you happy. Feeling pressured to show a sunny smile will only lead to your own misfortune.
As you can tell, I'm a bit of both.
Don't try so hard to be constantly UP and positive and optimistic when, really, you just want to have a cry and mope for a day. Some days, being unhappy (or being able to wallow in your own misery) is what makes you happy. Feeling pressured to show a sunny smile will only lead to your own misfortune.
As you can tell, I'm a bit of both.
Recent Polyvore set
...or should I say PolyBORE? I'm going through a complete creative block at the moment. Basically, I created an outfit (with mostly items I already own) to match the dismal state of my inner mind. Send some sugar and a lentil curry, stat!
So the outside matches the inside by kittencaboodle featuring Cheap Monday jeans
15 AUD - generalpants.com.au
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50 EUR - welikefashion.com
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$170 - heels.com
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$717 - dsquared2.com
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280 GBP - johnlewis.com
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70 EUR - 7trends.de
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199 DKK - shopfriiscompany.com
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30 GBP - harveynichols.com
visiondirect.com.au
My tax money wish list:
1) MAC liquid liner in Boot Black.
Because it had to be done. Best black eyeliner ever. Easiest to use applicator, blackest black and best durability and wearability.
2) Shu Uemura Vinyl Unlimited lipgloss.
Great colour, non sticky and makes your lips look divinely plump and soft.
3) OPI nail polish in "Honeymoon Sweet" (a gorgeous nude shade) and "Jade is the new black", an adorable turquoise shade.
4) LUSH Dream Cream.
It's amazing. Enough said.
5) Moroccan Oil.
A friend let me try some of hers one day and, my god, what a hair product. A staple for anyone with thick, unruly, over-dyed hair.
6) As many clothes as I can carry from Lion in Love. Self explanatory, really.
7) These Bvlgari sunglasses. They may not look amazing in the picture, but having tried them on (and needing prescription sunglasses, a great plus indeed!) I can assure you they are all sorts of divine! Not to mention they pretty much capture the essence of the 70s in all their glory. Totally made for me.
8) Alannah Hill stockings. Again, self explanatory.
9) A Macbook Pro.
10) The usual hair/mani combination that is now so long overdue.
How will you be spending your tax return money? let me know, kittens.
xxx Bunny.
Because it had to be done. Best black eyeliner ever. Easiest to use applicator, blackest black and best durability and wearability.
2) Shu Uemura Vinyl Unlimited lipgloss.Great colour, non sticky and makes your lips look divinely plump and soft.
3) OPI nail polish in "Honeymoon Sweet" (a gorgeous nude shade) and "Jade is the new black", an adorable turquoise shade.
4) LUSH Dream Cream.It's amazing. Enough said.
5) Moroccan Oil.A friend let me try some of hers one day and, my god, what a hair product. A staple for anyone with thick, unruly, over-dyed hair.
6) As many clothes as I can carry from Lion in Love. Self explanatory, really.
7) These Bvlgari sunglasses. They may not look amazing in the picture, but having tried them on (and needing prescription sunglasses, a great plus indeed!) I can assure you they are all sorts of divine! Not to mention they pretty much capture the essence of the 70s in all their glory. Totally made for me.8) Alannah Hill stockings. Again, self explanatory.
9) A Macbook Pro.
10) The usual hair/mani combination that is now so long overdue.
How will you be spending your tax return money? let me know, kittens.
xxx Bunny.
After a long hiatus...
... I'm back!
between limited internet access, the wrath of a scary 95 year old woman and the comings and goings of my life, I haven't had a moment to blog.
Today is a special day for this country because today we have our first ever female Prime Minister, a Ms Julia Gillard. However, the things running through my mind most often are: 1) how do I get the theme from Thunderball out of my head? 2) What kind of sicko would think up a film like 'The Human Centipede', 3) How to spend my tax money and, finally, 4) Where the hell is my Disgaea DS game????
As you can see, I'm politically minded as I ever was. It's sad because I actually used to care, but these days my own life is strange enough that I can't be bothered with the world outside my house. This kind of rut is unlike me and all sorts of unhealthy, but walking a mile in my shoes, I'm sure you'd cut me some slack.
Kynan's in a band again. He plays bass now, a Fender bass (trivia: Ren's bass from NANA!! how cool is THAT!) and he's pretty damn good, not to mention sexy as all hell when he's onstage. I highly recommend you watch this video of them (note: he's the sexy guy with the leather jacket).
Now, for something completely different, Curious Tuesday stuff from GalaDarling's blog:
1. If it was your birthday tomorrow, what would be on your wishlist?
I'd be wanting a Kobo e-reader (awesome!!) with Gossip Girl in its entirety as well as the Charlaine Harris books. Next on my list would be some new Allstars (a pink pair and a black pair) and a gift voucher for a good salon so I could get my hair coloured, etc.
2. Do you look after your nails? Do you paint them? If so, do you have a colour that you keep returning to again & again?
I look after my nails pretty well and go through phases of meticulously painting and manicuring my nails and then phases of just leaving them to do their own thing. I usually end up with nude coloured nails or turquoise, a lucky colour for me.
3. What star sign are you, & do you think it is accurate?
I'm a Sagittarius on the cusp with Capricorn. I think of myself as a Sagittarius through and through as that pretty much sums up my personality, etc.
4. What is something you have recently learned to appreciate?
"Me" time. I used to hate being alone, but now I long for five minutes peace.
5. What is your favourite city in the world, & why?
Out of the places I've been/lived, I would say either Adelaide (gasp!) because my friends are there or here in Melbourne because it's a beautiful city, it's livable and I've created my life here where I can be independent from my own family and the stifling bubble that is Adelaide. Even though I obviously love Adelaide.
between limited internet access, the wrath of a scary 95 year old woman and the comings and goings of my life, I haven't had a moment to blog.
Today is a special day for this country because today we have our first ever female Prime Minister, a Ms Julia Gillard. However, the things running through my mind most often are: 1) how do I get the theme from Thunderball out of my head? 2) What kind of sicko would think up a film like 'The Human Centipede', 3) How to spend my tax money and, finally, 4) Where the hell is my Disgaea DS game????
As you can see, I'm politically minded as I ever was. It's sad because I actually used to care, but these days my own life is strange enough that I can't be bothered with the world outside my house. This kind of rut is unlike me and all sorts of unhealthy, but walking a mile in my shoes, I'm sure you'd cut me some slack.
Kynan's in a band again. He plays bass now, a Fender bass (trivia: Ren's bass from NANA!! how cool is THAT!) and he's pretty damn good, not to mention sexy as all hell when he's onstage. I highly recommend you watch this video of them (note: he's the sexy guy with the leather jacket).
Now, for something completely different, Curious Tuesday stuff from GalaDarling's blog:
1. If it was your birthday tomorrow, what would be on your wishlist?
I'd be wanting a Kobo e-reader (awesome!!) with Gossip Girl in its entirety as well as the Charlaine Harris books. Next on my list would be some new Allstars (a pink pair and a black pair) and a gift voucher for a good salon so I could get my hair coloured, etc.
2. Do you look after your nails? Do you paint them? If so, do you have a colour that you keep returning to again & again?
I look after my nails pretty well and go through phases of meticulously painting and manicuring my nails and then phases of just leaving them to do their own thing. I usually end up with nude coloured nails or turquoise, a lucky colour for me.
3. What star sign are you, & do you think it is accurate?
I'm a Sagittarius on the cusp with Capricorn. I think of myself as a Sagittarius through and through as that pretty much sums up my personality, etc.
4. What is something you have recently learned to appreciate?
"Me" time. I used to hate being alone, but now I long for five minutes peace.
5. What is your favourite city in the world, & why?
Out of the places I've been/lived, I would say either Adelaide (gasp!) because my friends are there or here in Melbourne because it's a beautiful city, it's livable and I've created my life here where I can be independent from my own family and the stifling bubble that is Adelaide. Even though I obviously love Adelaide.
Friday, June 4, 2010
Save Our Soles (aka another reason to buy those designer heels)
So, as I've mentioned many a time, I'm living with a 95 year old woman. Sometimes, she's cranky, repetitive or so out of touch with the modern day that her advice simply cannot and does not apply to whatever she is talking about any longer as things have changed so drastically since she was young. Sometimes, she comes out with a pearl drop of wisdom. Sometimes, she does both.
Being the age she is, she suffers from so many aches and pains from her arthritis and osteoporosis that it would scare any young woman into eating her dairy and taking care of herself. She also has very, very sore feet most of the time.
She has explained to me how little her generation cared about their feet, could they afford to. During the depression, they could not afford new shoes, she tells me. She and her siblings, parents and friends would put bits of cardboard in the soles of their shoes to keep the rain out. Too bad if they didn't fit. As she grew older and went to dances with her girlfriends, they would buy whatever pair they fancied (and could afford), again ignoring whether or not they fit or would hurt their backs, legs, etc later in life. Her list goes on and on in the instances that she and her friends and family tortured their feet, mostly in the name of fashion rather than because they couldn't afford a pair that fit.
At first I was horrified.... then I recalled those times when I wore horrendously uncomfortable cheap heels and ended up with blisters for weeks. The times I wore my favourite pair that were half a size too small, insisting that they still fit me. The many times a friend would buy a poorly made pair from a discount shop and hobble through the city in a broken pair of shoes that had done all sorts of damage or the times we raided vintage shops, etc. We don't often think how bad this is for our feet. Clearly, the aforementioned 95 year old didn't have much of a choice sometimes. What happened to her feet? They're covered in corns, ulcerated skin between her toes and she limps around in agony until she next goes to the podiatrist, who performs the painful but necessary task of extracting the corns from her feet and giving her little splints for her toes to keep them apart... otherwise, she'll have to have some of them amputated.
We're told of the dangers of smoking and how it can cause gangrene (which also leads to amputation of toes, limbs, etc) but never something as simple as the dangers of wearing ill-fitting, poorly made shoes. Here's a short guide I've compiled to buy beautiful shoes that won't result in you limping for the second half of your life.
1) Cheap shoes may cost you more in the long run.
Ok, so I'm not suggesting that simply because your cute kitten heels cost less than a pair of Manolos that you should burn them in a pile in front of your house. I'm talking about cheaply made shoes. The kind that never quite feel right when you walk around in them, slip and slide like an ice-skating rink and don't soften up when you wear them. This also applies to the $10 ballet flats you can get nearly everywhere if you're someone who walks a lot. The reason these shoes aren't the best, even if you're just wearing them once or twice, is because they are not designed to support your back and they are not designed to last. What does that mean? it means that they're uncomfortable AND you have the added joy of replacing them 10 times as often as you would a better made pair because the heels snap off, the soles wear out or the straps break. Not so cheap when you add up the cost of buying replacement pairs every few months.
2) If they don't fit, don't buy them.
Ok, so this should be a common sense one, but we've all tried to wheedle our way into buying a pair that doesn't quite fit right somewhere on our foot. If it rubs the back of your heel when you walk, it's too big or the heel is just too wide for your feet. If you feel your toes being pinched, it's too small or they're too narrow for your foot. If the straps don't fit your ankle snugly, they won't support your back properly and you will end up trotting like a pony as you struggle to keep your shoes on- if it has straps, it means the rest of the shoe will not support the arch of your foot enough by itself. Some styles will not work with your feet, that's the luck of the draw. Try a few similar looking pairs and if you're still not having any luck getting them to fit in one of these ways, try a different shop (or brand) or a different style of shoe.
3) Invest in a good backup plan.
When you're wearing heels, the best thing you can do is carry a pair of flats with you... but I also understand that not everyone lugs around a huge Mary Poppins-worthy handbag on a night out and therefore, will not have the space for something more comfortable after waiting in the cold for a taxi for 2 hours. My alternative? Buy those blister blocking bandaids from a chemist. They cost more than regular bandaids but your feet will thank you. Also, they're harder for the average onlooker to notice. Buy some "party feet" gel soles, especially if your shoes have thin soles. This will stop the balls of your feet from getting bruised and sore. If possible, get some hollywood tape or some other kind of repair paraphernalia on the offchance that a strap breaks, again so that you're not limping the whole way home. Also, the best thing you can do is find a decent shoe repairer. They can increase the lifespan of a pair 10 fold, make them more comfortable or help them fit better.
4) Invest in a few good pairs, rather than buying "just in case".
Rather than trying to have a closet of shoes that beats Imelda Marcos (or Carrie Bradshaw), think about how many pairs you will wear on a regular basis. Do you -need- that ultra cute, sparkly pair just because it's on sale? No? Put them down and look at something else. Try to find shoes that are classics or that will go with many different combinations of outfits, not just the one. Obviously, for occasions like weddings, this rule doesn't quite apply, but unless you're in some kind of rom-com, you won't be buying them every week anyway. While the downside is occasionally needing to borrow a pair from a friend when something unexpected comes up, the upside is that you can afford to spend more (ooh! luxury brands!) on the pairs you do buy as it's a good investment... though you may need to explain that to your parents/boyfriend/husband/girlfriend/etc again and again.
5) Apply common sense to your purchases.
A designer brand does not guarantee a better time for your feet and back just because they're more expensive any more than an adorable pair on sale for a steal guarantees that they'll give you a hellish time. ALWAYS try on a pair of shoes before you buy them. If you're not 100% sure, ask the staff if they can hold the pair for 24 hours, go for a walk, have a coffee, look at a few more pairs elsewhere and if you still want them, go back and get them. If you don't like a pair but they're comfy, you probably won't wear them... don't buy them. That being said, if you absolutely adore a pair but they're a little flimsy, there's nothing saying you shouldn't buy them. At the end of the day, go to a decent shoe repairer and you will be amazed what they can do to make your life easier and extend the wear of your shoes.
Being the age she is, she suffers from so many aches and pains from her arthritis and osteoporosis that it would scare any young woman into eating her dairy and taking care of herself. She also has very, very sore feet most of the time.
She has explained to me how little her generation cared about their feet, could they afford to. During the depression, they could not afford new shoes, she tells me. She and her siblings, parents and friends would put bits of cardboard in the soles of their shoes to keep the rain out. Too bad if they didn't fit. As she grew older and went to dances with her girlfriends, they would buy whatever pair they fancied (and could afford), again ignoring whether or not they fit or would hurt their backs, legs, etc later in life. Her list goes on and on in the instances that she and her friends and family tortured their feet, mostly in the name of fashion rather than because they couldn't afford a pair that fit.
At first I was horrified.... then I recalled those times when I wore horrendously uncomfortable cheap heels and ended up with blisters for weeks. The times I wore my favourite pair that were half a size too small, insisting that they still fit me. The many times a friend would buy a poorly made pair from a discount shop and hobble through the city in a broken pair of shoes that had done all sorts of damage or the times we raided vintage shops, etc. We don't often think how bad this is for our feet. Clearly, the aforementioned 95 year old didn't have much of a choice sometimes. What happened to her feet? They're covered in corns, ulcerated skin between her toes and she limps around in agony until she next goes to the podiatrist, who performs the painful but necessary task of extracting the corns from her feet and giving her little splints for her toes to keep them apart... otherwise, she'll have to have some of them amputated.
We're told of the dangers of smoking and how it can cause gangrene (which also leads to amputation of toes, limbs, etc) but never something as simple as the dangers of wearing ill-fitting, poorly made shoes. Here's a short guide I've compiled to buy beautiful shoes that won't result in you limping for the second half of your life.
1) Cheap shoes may cost you more in the long run.
Ok, so I'm not suggesting that simply because your cute kitten heels cost less than a pair of Manolos that you should burn them in a pile in front of your house. I'm talking about cheaply made shoes. The kind that never quite feel right when you walk around in them, slip and slide like an ice-skating rink and don't soften up when you wear them. This also applies to the $10 ballet flats you can get nearly everywhere if you're someone who walks a lot. The reason these shoes aren't the best, even if you're just wearing them once or twice, is because they are not designed to support your back and they are not designed to last. What does that mean? it means that they're uncomfortable AND you have the added joy of replacing them 10 times as often as you would a better made pair because the heels snap off, the soles wear out or the straps break. Not so cheap when you add up the cost of buying replacement pairs every few months.
2) If they don't fit, don't buy them.
Ok, so this should be a common sense one, but we've all tried to wheedle our way into buying a pair that doesn't quite fit right somewhere on our foot. If it rubs the back of your heel when you walk, it's too big or the heel is just too wide for your feet. If you feel your toes being pinched, it's too small or they're too narrow for your foot. If the straps don't fit your ankle snugly, they won't support your back properly and you will end up trotting like a pony as you struggle to keep your shoes on- if it has straps, it means the rest of the shoe will not support the arch of your foot enough by itself. Some styles will not work with your feet, that's the luck of the draw. Try a few similar looking pairs and if you're still not having any luck getting them to fit in one of these ways, try a different shop (or brand) or a different style of shoe.
3) Invest in a good backup plan.
When you're wearing heels, the best thing you can do is carry a pair of flats with you... but I also understand that not everyone lugs around a huge Mary Poppins-worthy handbag on a night out and therefore, will not have the space for something more comfortable after waiting in the cold for a taxi for 2 hours. My alternative? Buy those blister blocking bandaids from a chemist. They cost more than regular bandaids but your feet will thank you. Also, they're harder for the average onlooker to notice. Buy some "party feet" gel soles, especially if your shoes have thin soles. This will stop the balls of your feet from getting bruised and sore. If possible, get some hollywood tape or some other kind of repair paraphernalia on the offchance that a strap breaks, again so that you're not limping the whole way home. Also, the best thing you can do is find a decent shoe repairer. They can increase the lifespan of a pair 10 fold, make them more comfortable or help them fit better.
4) Invest in a few good pairs, rather than buying "just in case".
Rather than trying to have a closet of shoes that beats Imelda Marcos (or Carrie Bradshaw), think about how many pairs you will wear on a regular basis. Do you -need- that ultra cute, sparkly pair just because it's on sale? No? Put them down and look at something else. Try to find shoes that are classics or that will go with many different combinations of outfits, not just the one. Obviously, for occasions like weddings, this rule doesn't quite apply, but unless you're in some kind of rom-com, you won't be buying them every week anyway. While the downside is occasionally needing to borrow a pair from a friend when something unexpected comes up, the upside is that you can afford to spend more (ooh! luxury brands!) on the pairs you do buy as it's a good investment... though you may need to explain that to your parents/boyfriend/husband/girlfriend/etc again and again.
5) Apply common sense to your purchases.
A designer brand does not guarantee a better time for your feet and back just because they're more expensive any more than an adorable pair on sale for a steal guarantees that they'll give you a hellish time. ALWAYS try on a pair of shoes before you buy them. If you're not 100% sure, ask the staff if they can hold the pair for 24 hours, go for a walk, have a coffee, look at a few more pairs elsewhere and if you still want them, go back and get them. If you don't like a pair but they're comfy, you probably won't wear them... don't buy them. That being said, if you absolutely adore a pair but they're a little flimsy, there's nothing saying you shouldn't buy them. At the end of the day, go to a decent shoe repairer and you will be amazed what they can do to make your life easier and extend the wear of your shoes.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Curious Tuesday
1. Who is your favourite musician, NOT in terms of talent or aptitude, but based on pure sex appeal?
DAVID BOWIE ALL THE WAY!!
Although, that being said, he's also a favourite because he is talented. Best all rounder, really.
2. What were some quirks of your past lovers that drove you crazy?
Giving me crap for being vegetarian, lying about already being in (long term!) relationships, losing all personality traits that I found endearing/attractive before we started dating from the moment we were officially 'together'
3. If there was a movie made about your life, what song would you absolutely INSIST be on the soundtrack?
Friday On My Mind- The Easybeats OR Suffragette City- David Bowie
4. What is your favourite quote right now?
Look up Oscar Wilde's last words.
DAVID BOWIE ALL THE WAY!!
Although, that being said, he's also a favourite because he is talented. Best all rounder, really.
2. What were some quirks of your past lovers that drove you crazy?
Giving me crap for being vegetarian, lying about already being in (long term!) relationships, losing all personality traits that I found endearing/attractive before we started dating from the moment we were officially 'together'
3. If there was a movie made about your life, what song would you absolutely INSIST be on the soundtrack?
Friday On My Mind- The Easybeats OR Suffragette City- David Bowie
4. What is your favourite quote right now?
Look up Oscar Wilde's last words.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
The Divine List, May 25 2010
The new Hole album, mohair, snuggling into my quilt, finding money in old handbags, last minute morning cuddles, watching rabbits in the pet shop, unexpected bargains, no-reason gifts, midnight chocolate cake, reading Mr Men books and fairytales in Borders, UK Glamor magazine, prescription eyewear, perfumes that smell like romance, sharing jeans with my boyfriend, cashmere stockings, hotel beds, fresh bedlinen, bed hair, smelling your shampoo on your clothing, These two websites (here and here)
Ode to Melbourne
degraves st chic by kittencaboodle featuring Converse shoes
So, basically this environment at the moment has left me less than inspired to write something meaningful or worthwhile at the moment... perhaps mostly because I fear that "uh-oh" moment in which I have someone walk in on me typing furiously and that they read over my shoulder and critique my opinion (a personal hate of mine) or just generally disturb the creative process before I've clicked that little "publish now" button at the bottom of my screen.
So what's new? as it turns out, I need glasses. Most people would be pretty annoyed to discover that they have a problem with their vision, but I have wanted a real pair of prescription glasses since I was about 6 years old. I was a weird child, ok? but it seriously raises the point that glasses are extremely fashionable and they can change the mood of your outfit instantaneously. They can make the serious look quirky, they can make any old casual outfit look edgy and artistic and they still add that tiny touch of mystery to your face. I'm a fan.
I'm picking up my brand new Ralph Lauren 6002s on Friday, I absolutely cannot wait. In fact, here's a picture:
Cool, aren't they?!?
I'll also invest in a stylish back-up pair and perhaps some prescription sunnies... I was thinking a pair of D&Gs and some raybans. Cliche? maybe a little, but why not?
So as you can see from my Polyvore post at the top, I'm getting ideas into my head on what kind of outfits I'll plan around my new eye goodies. Funnily enough, that was also an excuse for me to use some of the items I own in real life on a Polyvore set so I didn't feel bad for posting so many designer finds I can in no way afford. I'm not a designer snob, just very ambitious (and very poor). This post is also a sort of love letter to Melbourne, a city I both admire and loathe simultaneously, often for the same reasons. I love the food here. I love the culture and the fashion and the way things work.... but I also hate the culture and the fashion and the way things work around here a lot of the time. I don't know whether it boils down to homesickness (which I do feel pangs of from time to time) or just a need for something different yet again. Kynan seems to have the same love/hate relationship with this city and he grew up here, so maybe I'm just becoming more Melbourne-ized?
I'm hoping this week I'll finally be able to take my beloved GHDs and other cosmetics out of storage. Pray for me.
In any case, I send warm hugs and mohair kisses if you are sitting through this post right now. Have a strange and extraordinary night.
xx Bunny
Saturday, May 22, 2010
curious tuesday/life update
Ok, so while it is no longer tuesday (it is, in fact, sunday) I have limited access to the internet... so I'll be answering this now:
1. Who is your #1 crush?
my number 1 crush would have to be my partner/boyfriend Kynan. 3 years on and I still find him ridiculously sexy and still get more excited than a toddler on christmas morning when he comes home.
2. Have you ever tried online dating? How did it go? Any tips?
Though I've never tried online dating per se, when I met my partner/boyfriend (I hate the word partner!) we lived a distance away from eachother for the first six months or so of our relationship. We communicated mainly over the internet and over the phone... god, were those bills expensive. So though we weren't an 'internet' couple, we did correspond that way for a while. I'd still recommend knowing eachother face to face before you attempt a relationship, though.
3. Are you sentimental? Do you keep the things other people give you?
I'm a real hoarder, if someone gave it to me, it stays in my house... no matter how small or useless said item is. This only becomes problematic when I have to move house and there's too many things to take with me.
4. As a child, what were your primary interests?
I was big on drawing, painting, singing, playing outside in the garden (thinking I was some kind of magical creature or a time traveller)... but I was also a big fan of barbie.
5. What are your top 3 guilty pleasures?
- Sleeping in. Ok, so it's only til 9am, but that's a lot when you follow my schedule.
- Consuming as much cake as my budget/appetite allows.
- Charlaine Harris novels. I'm totally addicted to the Sookie Stackhouse novels and I'm hanging until a soft cover version of the latest book hits our shelves in Australia.
So what's happening in my life these days? I'm having trouble living with the world's biggest carnivore (no kidding, a meal for this lady is a huge hunk of steak... not even a side of potatoes or carrots or anything!) and there is literally NOTHING vegetarian in the house most days unless I want bread and butter. I'm very hungry half the time and very poor the rest of the time from having to buy so much freaking takeaway. The days that I cook, she wolfs down the food in about ten seconds, but she herself refuses to cook because she can't be bothered doing the dishes. I won't clean a pan that's had meat in it (and why should I??) so it's lucky that's the only thing she will clean, but she insists we eat off paper plates and when we do buy fresh food for me to eat, she eats it first and I still go hungry just as fast. ARGH.
I've been looking up good recipes that are vegetarian but also old-fashioned (so it caters to a certain person's demands), cheap and don't immediately seem like "vegetarian" food. So that means no chickpeas, tofu or tempeh obviously. In fact, nothing from Japan, China, India, Morocco or anything else that tastes 'exotic' to someone used to meat and three veg. So far, the only things I can get away with are pasta (with a basic Napoli sauce, that is) and vegetable soup.
But it's not all bad news. I've been exploring around this area and around Fitzroy again for the first time in quite a while. When Kynan and I started dating, Brunswick St (and Smith St, to a lesser extent) was the first place he bothered to show me. We went on a little excursion to Brunswick St yesterday, had some lunch and went for a bit of a shop. I saw the leather jacket of my dreams in a vintage shop, but it was overpriced to the hilt!! I'll have to go back to Newtown (Sydney) if I want another one, at this rate. Had lunch at a cafe called Juanita's (Spudbar was closed), looked at guitars, sampled at T2 and just relaxed. Awesome. Then down to Lygon Street, through the city and eventually back to Northcote for food at what is quite possibly the best fish and chip shop in Melbourne before heading home.
The thing about this side of Melbourne is that there are just so many awesome places to eat and shop... unfortunately, many scenesters and hipsters agree and it all becomes very exclusive when all you want is a decent cup of coffee, some lunch and maybe a pair of jeans that fit. I'd love to move down this way for at least a while (though not quite as far away from civilization as we are in this [nameless] suburb).
Let's just hope I manage to consume some actual food this week.
Those damned hippy vegetarians are at it again
So the main problem that most people apparently have with vegetarians is their preachings about how meat eaters are all murderers who are going to go to hell. I can totally relate to that. After all, who wants their dietary choices criticized by someone who does things differently?
As someone who refuses to eat something I couldn't bring myself to kill (for more reasons than one), I still find these people just as annoying, you're not alone if you want to slam this person's face repeatedly into a wall in an attempt to shut them up or if you secretly wish they would be eaten alive by some form of carnivorous animal in a glorious moment of irony.
That being said, most vegetarians I know (the sane ones) don't bother to tell off people who eat the less animal friendly options at dinnertime... why? it's a life choice. Just like it is my life choice to avoid eating something that was once alive, it is essentially your choice whether or not you choose to... and I still find certain amounts of validity and respect in others beliefs that "if no-one eats this steak/chicken/etc, it would have died for nothing." Like I said, your choice. So why am I bringing up the flaws of other vegetarians? because I pride myself on being an open minded person when it comes to most things. I'm also big on food and I appreciate the time, cost and effort put into a well-cooked meal, even if I'm not the one eating it. I'm also sick and tired of well-wishers informing me that I'm "going to get sick" or other such nonsense.
While eating a plate absolutely full of fresh vegetables which had been lovingly steamed and then sauteed in herbs and lemon, I was told that what I was eating "wasn't healthy" because it didn't have a piece of meat on it. I glanced over at their plate... there was nothing on it but a steak big enough to choke a lion, not even chips (that counts as a serve of veggies for most suburbanites, so who am I to judge?). I've been told while eating massive amounts of spinach, nuts and even eggs that I'm not getting any iron or folic acid and will become anemic. I dare that person to google what kinds of nutrients you get from spinach and other green vegetables (besides the aforementioned iron and folic acid, obviously). Or the time someone smugly told me that they've found a link between tofu and other soy products and cancer.... when I was eating a peanut butter sandwich! (For the record, I rarely eat tofu as it's expensive). Yet if I were to loudly ask someone while they were eating their meal "how's that filthy rotten corpse taste? God, I wouldn't touch that with a 10-foot pole! you know it's been dead for months, right?" I'm pretty sure I'd be kicked out of any restaurant. In fact, I'm pretty sure most people would have something to say about that. How about if I pointed out the links between stomach and bowel cancer and ANY kind of meat product? Or the fact that the amount of grain eaten by your mass bred cows for meat production consume enough grain to feed more than two thirds of the world's population... and therefore (if I use the same skewed logic others throw my way about how I will "die", etc.) you are perpetuating world hunger and responsible for those poor kids in africa dying or starvation. You'd want to punch me. In fact, I'd want to punch me.
So why is it ok to comment on my life choices but not for me to do the same? More to the point, why am I not compelled to comment on yours on a daily basis? Could it be because I don't care what you eat? That, unless your name is Kayleigh, it's none of my business? Or that it's just plain rude and inappropriate to tell someone that they're living their life wrong. Especially when every doctor, nutritionist and other trusted medical professional I've seen thus so far has said that I have a healthier diet than a thirty year old who follows a meal plan. So if you're that concerned about me to ask, rest assured that I'll probably outlive you as I'm rarely ill, my cholesterol levels and blood pressure are perfect and I'm getting a huge variety of nutrients with every bite of my home-cooked meals. I'm also an incredibly good cook, so don't think I'm missing out on something.
Please, just worry about yourself and leave me alone to eat my lentils. I enjoy them as much as you do your chicken parma on a friday night. I don't think I'm better than you for leading a different lifestyle, I don't judge you and I expect the same respect from each and every person who I share a meal with. Otherwise, you risk me asking you equally uncomfortable questions such as "how's your colon? still able to empty your bowels after eating all those cute baby cows?" nobody wants to talk about that over dinner.
As someone who refuses to eat something I couldn't bring myself to kill (for more reasons than one), I still find these people just as annoying, you're not alone if you want to slam this person's face repeatedly into a wall in an attempt to shut them up or if you secretly wish they would be eaten alive by some form of carnivorous animal in a glorious moment of irony.
That being said, most vegetarians I know (the sane ones) don't bother to tell off people who eat the less animal friendly options at dinnertime... why? it's a life choice. Just like it is my life choice to avoid eating something that was once alive, it is essentially your choice whether or not you choose to... and I still find certain amounts of validity and respect in others beliefs that "if no-one eats this steak/chicken/etc, it would have died for nothing." Like I said, your choice. So why am I bringing up the flaws of other vegetarians? because I pride myself on being an open minded person when it comes to most things. I'm also big on food and I appreciate the time, cost and effort put into a well-cooked meal, even if I'm not the one eating it. I'm also sick and tired of well-wishers informing me that I'm "going to get sick" or other such nonsense.
While eating a plate absolutely full of fresh vegetables which had been lovingly steamed and then sauteed in herbs and lemon, I was told that what I was eating "wasn't healthy" because it didn't have a piece of meat on it. I glanced over at their plate... there was nothing on it but a steak big enough to choke a lion, not even chips (that counts as a serve of veggies for most suburbanites, so who am I to judge?). I've been told while eating massive amounts of spinach, nuts and even eggs that I'm not getting any iron or folic acid and will become anemic. I dare that person to google what kinds of nutrients you get from spinach and other green vegetables (besides the aforementioned iron and folic acid, obviously). Or the time someone smugly told me that they've found a link between tofu and other soy products and cancer.... when I was eating a peanut butter sandwich! (For the record, I rarely eat tofu as it's expensive). Yet if I were to loudly ask someone while they were eating their meal "how's that filthy rotten corpse taste? God, I wouldn't touch that with a 10-foot pole! you know it's been dead for months, right?" I'm pretty sure I'd be kicked out of any restaurant. In fact, I'm pretty sure most people would have something to say about that. How about if I pointed out the links between stomach and bowel cancer and ANY kind of meat product? Or the fact that the amount of grain eaten by your mass bred cows for meat production consume enough grain to feed more than two thirds of the world's population... and therefore (if I use the same skewed logic others throw my way about how I will "die", etc.) you are perpetuating world hunger and responsible for those poor kids in africa dying or starvation. You'd want to punch me. In fact, I'd want to punch me.
So why is it ok to comment on my life choices but not for me to do the same? More to the point, why am I not compelled to comment on yours on a daily basis? Could it be because I don't care what you eat? That, unless your name is Kayleigh, it's none of my business? Or that it's just plain rude and inappropriate to tell someone that they're living their life wrong. Especially when every doctor, nutritionist and other trusted medical professional I've seen thus so far has said that I have a healthier diet than a thirty year old who follows a meal plan. So if you're that concerned about me to ask, rest assured that I'll probably outlive you as I'm rarely ill, my cholesterol levels and blood pressure are perfect and I'm getting a huge variety of nutrients with every bite of my home-cooked meals. I'm also an incredibly good cook, so don't think I'm missing out on something.
Please, just worry about yourself and leave me alone to eat my lentils. I enjoy them as much as you do your chicken parma on a friday night. I don't think I'm better than you for leading a different lifestyle, I don't judge you and I expect the same respect from each and every person who I share a meal with. Otherwise, you risk me asking you equally uncomfortable questions such as "how's your colon? still able to empty your bowels after eating all those cute baby cows?" nobody wants to talk about that over dinner.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Sugarpill cosmetics competition
Ok, so one of my (and many others) favourite bloggers, Gala Darling, has announced a competition with sugarpill cosmetics!
As you can imagine, I'm first in line to enter this... I -love- sugarpill and pretty much any other kind of makeup that has a selection of such amazing colours. You have to enter the competition via polyvore, another plus for me, so here are my entries. Wish me luck.
As you can imagine, I'm first in line to enter this... I -love- sugarpill and pretty much any other kind of makeup that has a selection of such amazing colours. You have to enter the competition via polyvore, another plus for me, so here are my entries. Wish me luck.
taste the rainbow by kittencaboodle featuring Marc by Marc Jacobs
sugarpill2 by kittencaboodle featuring Marc Jacobs bags
strawberry explosion by kittencaboodle featuring Charlotte Olympia shoes
which one is your favourite? let me know!!
xxx bunny.
More on 'body image'
Ok, so as an avid magazine reader, I obviously buy Cosmopolitan. It makes sense, really, as I get my monthly dose of trash while I wait for Marie Claire to come out (and UK Glamour magazine) to repent.
In one section of Cosmopolitan, they have a little survey filled in by the celebrity they interview each month. It's just a basic one: tick the boxes, elaborate when necessary, what a no-brainer, huh? They alternate the questions each month but the one that seems to linger is the little tick a box option to describe how they feel about their body. The options are usually something like "I love it", "I hate it", "It's ok, but I'd rather change... (elaborate)" and "It's not perfect, but it's real". That seems to be the war cry of enraged women everywhere. The thing they angrily protest when they see itty-bitty models in clothing they covet or when they talk about how people like Beth Ditto are apparently bad influences because they encourage obesity. They finish their impassioned speeches with "I'm a size (whatever). My body isn't perfect, but it's real."
Now if this is you, I hate to break it to you, but you just lost your own argument. Everyone's body is perfect. If it functions and you're free from terminal illness, etc. then you have a perfect body. The human body's function is not to look pretty as far as mainstream fashion goes, it's to keep you alive, relatively free from illness and hopefully allow you to reproduce. We're all perfect, but we're not all going to look the way that we want 100% of the time.
Here's some tough love for those people out there: if you're unhappy with the way you look, you're probably really unhappy with something else... like your love life ("if I was skinnier/taller/generally prettier, maybe he might like me"), your levels of self confidence or feeling left out by your loved ones. If you magically lost the weight or grew an inch or a cup size, your problem won't magically go away. You won't be a better person and, sadly, most people won't even notice the difference.... and you'll find another 'flaw' that you think needs fixing. Not that I'm exempt from wishing I had clearer skin or longer hair or a million other tiny complaints now and then, but I channel them into something useful. I don't let it take over my life and my priorities. I understand that there are many paths to happiness, but not one of them comes from being the slimmest or the most attractive according to this season's catwalk trends.
I hate the fact that talking about body image means that people deem their physical appearance as more important than anything else. There are people dying in the street (in developed countries, not just the ones you hear about through world vision!!), there are people being murdered, raped and being denied basic human rights. People starve everyday and our finances are a mess. Our planet is going to be die because we're destroyed the environment, but all that ever makes any bloody opinion page is how it's a "negative message" to show skinny models, and a "negative message" to show fast food ads during children's television programming... TAKE A LOOK AT YOURSELVES! What happened to aspiring for actual talents, skills and intelligence? What happened to caring about the community, politics or the environment or a million and one other more important things? So the next time you reach for a slice of cake and think "should I?", just eat the goddamn cake and worry about more productive things.
xxx a very aggravated bunny
In one section of Cosmopolitan, they have a little survey filled in by the celebrity they interview each month. It's just a basic one: tick the boxes, elaborate when necessary, what a no-brainer, huh? They alternate the questions each month but the one that seems to linger is the little tick a box option to describe how they feel about their body. The options are usually something like "I love it", "I hate it", "It's ok, but I'd rather change... (elaborate)" and "It's not perfect, but it's real". That seems to be the war cry of enraged women everywhere. The thing they angrily protest when they see itty-bitty models in clothing they covet or when they talk about how people like Beth Ditto are apparently bad influences because they encourage obesity. They finish their impassioned speeches with "I'm a size (whatever). My body isn't perfect, but it's real."
Now if this is you, I hate to break it to you, but you just lost your own argument. Everyone's body is perfect. If it functions and you're free from terminal illness, etc. then you have a perfect body. The human body's function is not to look pretty as far as mainstream fashion goes, it's to keep you alive, relatively free from illness and hopefully allow you to reproduce. We're all perfect, but we're not all going to look the way that we want 100% of the time.
Here's some tough love for those people out there: if you're unhappy with the way you look, you're probably really unhappy with something else... like your love life ("if I was skinnier/taller/generally prettier, maybe he might like me"), your levels of self confidence or feeling left out by your loved ones. If you magically lost the weight or grew an inch or a cup size, your problem won't magically go away. You won't be a better person and, sadly, most people won't even notice the difference.... and you'll find another 'flaw' that you think needs fixing. Not that I'm exempt from wishing I had clearer skin or longer hair or a million other tiny complaints now and then, but I channel them into something useful. I don't let it take over my life and my priorities. I understand that there are many paths to happiness, but not one of them comes from being the slimmest or the most attractive according to this season's catwalk trends.
I hate the fact that talking about body image means that people deem their physical appearance as more important than anything else. There are people dying in the street (in developed countries, not just the ones you hear about through world vision!!), there are people being murdered, raped and being denied basic human rights. People starve everyday and our finances are a mess. Our planet is going to be die because we're destroyed the environment, but all that ever makes any bloody opinion page is how it's a "negative message" to show skinny models, and a "negative message" to show fast food ads during children's television programming... TAKE A LOOK AT YOURSELVES! What happened to aspiring for actual talents, skills and intelligence? What happened to caring about the community, politics or the environment or a million and one other more important things? So the next time you reach for a slice of cake and think "should I?", just eat the goddamn cake and worry about more productive things.
xxx a very aggravated bunny
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
In between
So today I started making a mohair scarf for myself... not in the luxurious dark grey I had envisioned, but instead in TURQUOISE!! I'm incredibly excited about how it will look when it is finished.
In fact, today was one of those great in between days when nothing that significant happens, you probably won't remember it in a year, but you have a bit of fun doing nothing all that much.
I had hot chocolate in the park with my friend, I tried on every pair of Chanel sunglasses in an OPSM without buying any (though she put a pair on layby) and just generally frolicked in the (freezing!!) sunny weather.
I'm so excited about my turquoise scarf that is in the works that I made a polyvore set of things that would look amazing with it. Hope you're all having a fantastic time, wherever you are.
xxxx bunny.
In fact, today was one of those great in between days when nothing that significant happens, you probably won't remember it in a year, but you have a bit of fun doing nothing all that much.
I had hot chocolate in the park with my friend, I tried on every pair of Chanel sunglasses in an OPSM without buying any (though she put a pair on layby) and just generally frolicked in the (freezing!!) sunny weather.
I'm so excited about my turquoise scarf that is in the works that I made a polyvore set of things that would look amazing with it. Hope you're all having a fantastic time, wherever you are.
xxxx bunny.
Friday, May 7, 2010
The Divine list, 8 May 2010
Prepaid VISA cards | This makeup tutorial by Mishka | Trying on gloves, scarves and hats (then putting them back on the shelf and walking out) | Autumn weather. I love that it can be simultaneously cool and sunny. | Eating off paper plates when no-one can be bothered with the dishes. | Cornflakes. Especially with sugar on top. Yum. | Soft wool that feels like kitten fur. | Tea and biscuits at any time of day... the whole old lady thing is rubbing off on me a little bit | ElectricRainbow's deviant art page! | Banana bread | Finding clothes I haven't seen in years and planning where and when I'll wear them! | Aesop rose geranium body cleanser. I was given a bottle for Christmas and have been trying to ration it out... without much success. | MAC eyeshadow in carbon. best classic black. | Singing showtunes loudly in an empty room (though I think the neighbours probably hear me) | Reading through Moonage Daydream (a book about David Bowie circa Ziggy Stardust that my partner bought me last year) and stealing fashion inspiration | Listening to 80s Madonna songs in elevators and dancing along. | Children's furniture from IKEA! they should make some of that stuff in adult sizes. | Having questions waiting for me on Formspring. | Finally, this video.
Have a lovely week my darlings,
xx bunny
Have a lovely week my darlings,
xx bunny
For those who were wondering...
So what’s new at the moment?
Well, as of last Friday, I’ve been living with my partner’s (almost) 95 year old nanna.
This is both a good and a bad experience. The bad part is that, obviously, we’re completely at the mercy of somebody else because it is, after all, her house and we’re just guests. The good part is that I get to relax a little more, I’ve learnt how to knit and I spend a lot of my day drinking little cups of tea and eating biscuits. I’ve become skilled in the way of the nanna… god help us.
I’ve decided that I’m going to make myself a divine grey scarf for winter (what else am I going to do when I’m cooped up until we move out??) and experiment some more with my bizarre cooking adventures.
Having never grown up with grandparents of my own, it’s strange spending so much time talking to an old lady now… especially someone who is nearing 100. She talks about her late husband a lot, and the war, the great depression and what this suburb was like 90 years ago… the doctors used to come around on horseback(!) and the areas now cluttered with houses, apartments and shops were almost entirely farmland and paddocks. Crazy stuff!
She’s very frank and has an opinion on most things. Being older, she’s not exactly going out into the world to experience everything anymore, but instead immerses herself into the world of current affairs shows, the news and the bold and the beautiful... but because people did such outlandish things even when she was young, she talks about some of the most sensitive subjects imaginable without blinking… just yesterday she was talking about women who were getting abortions when she was my age and how many people were getting them… it’s a little scary to think that it’s such a taboo subject now when it was commonplace 70 or 80 years ago.
Generally, I don’t like old people that much. I find myself being judged for being a woman, for doing things my own way and for the job I choose to do. I don’t like strangers telling me that I’m living my life wrong and therefore I am going to go to hell or am just a horrible person… especially when I find that I’m generally pretty upbeat and cheerful and not at all one of those ‘scary Satanist teenagers’ that they think I am. If I want to dye my hair, dress like a freak or have pre marital sex, I believe that it’s my business. I don’t drink or take drugs so, frankly, I’m not doing anything that bad, am I? Still, I love tough as nails old ladies who love a good laugh at the expense of their peers and aren’t afraid to do what they want… the thing I hear the most in this house is “I’m 95 years old soon, I think I’m old enough to do what I want.” Damn straight.
Anyway, this is probably my first personal post in a while but just in case there was anyone out there reading, that’s why I’ve been offline for the last 7 days… I’ve been busy moving stuff and learning the ways of the old people.
Much love,
Xx bunny.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
the thing about love is...
...No-one can do it for you. No-one can tell you how to do it, find it, keep it... it just happens. Sometimes it lasts, sometimes it doesn't.
I'm an avid magazine reader, as most people who know me would be able to tell you. Since the humble age of 9 or 10 when I was reading Dolly or Girlfriend or another such pre-teen magazine that a friend had snuck to school that day. I was transfixed on the pages that told me how love happens, how to find it, how to flirt, etc. Then I became a teenager. Every rule and regulation and idea on how to make conversation, flirt without seeming like some kind of emotionally disturbed invalid or any other advice counted for nothing. After smiling, trying to initiate physical contact (which, by the way, freaks most people out when you try to touch them when you're talking to them) and every other little gem thrown my way, I realised something... it's all fake.
The people who write these articles in any magazine, whether you're 10 or 100, are probably in stable relationships and have forgotten what it's like to pine for someone's attention... OR they're just as clueless as you are. Let me say something, loud and clear, there are no rules on how to fall in love.
When I fell in love with my partner, I wasn't looking for it. I wasn't dolling myself up, going to some kind of meeting place and hoping to find true love. In fact, I was so over the idea of being with anybody (after being screwed around one too many times) that I didn't want to know anyone who wouldn't be a good friend. I met him through a friend. A friend who had a huge thing for him so, in typical female fashion, I dismissed any idea of romantic encounters and carried on with my life. She ended up dating someone else and we ended up planning to meet, purely as friends, to go to the same rock concert.... no-one wants to go to a concert alone, it sucks.
We hung out during the day, got some lunch, went exploring around Sydney (I'd just moved there and he was from Melbourne) and had no expectations of eachother. As it turned out, there was some kind of chemistry there. At literally the last minute before he had to go back interstate, he asked me if I wanted to fight the statistics of long distance dating and have a go. I said yes without blinking. The reason I didn't even have to think was simple- I had so much freedom for those last few days, I had no pressure to behave a certain way or ask what 'we' were or do anything at all except enjoy each moment and work out what was happening later.
We're still together now. We still love eachother and, like most people who live together, we do have arguments about mundane things like housework... but we're also supportive, ambitious about things separate from the relationship and we give each other space. There still aren't many rules for our relationship, except for the obvious "don't sleep with anybody else" and "don't take drugs" (not that either of us do, but just as a constant reminder on how craptastic they really are). I think that the lack of structure, the lack of ideals and goal and rules and everything else before you've even met somebody is pretty much the secret to being happy.
Being single is awesome. You don't have to answer to anybody (except, maybe, your parents or roommates) and you're free to see your friends when you want, male or female, and just generally be selfish and do things that you wouldn't do in someone else's company. Being in a relationship is awesome... but only if you're happy together and both of you are willing to make an equal amount of sacrifices. Don't go out looking for love like you're hunting a baby seal, be selfish for a while longer and don't dismiss someone who does like you if they don't make your ideal list of what a prospective partner should be like. Unless it's something dangerous, obviously. Live each moment without rules and see where you end up, you might enjoy it.
I'm an avid magazine reader, as most people who know me would be able to tell you. Since the humble age of 9 or 10 when I was reading Dolly or Girlfriend or another such pre-teen magazine that a friend had snuck to school that day. I was transfixed on the pages that told me how love happens, how to find it, how to flirt, etc. Then I became a teenager. Every rule and regulation and idea on how to make conversation, flirt without seeming like some kind of emotionally disturbed invalid or any other advice counted for nothing. After smiling, trying to initiate physical contact (which, by the way, freaks most people out when you try to touch them when you're talking to them) and every other little gem thrown my way, I realised something... it's all fake.
The people who write these articles in any magazine, whether you're 10 or 100, are probably in stable relationships and have forgotten what it's like to pine for someone's attention... OR they're just as clueless as you are. Let me say something, loud and clear, there are no rules on how to fall in love.
When I fell in love with my partner, I wasn't looking for it. I wasn't dolling myself up, going to some kind of meeting place and hoping to find true love. In fact, I was so over the idea of being with anybody (after being screwed around one too many times) that I didn't want to know anyone who wouldn't be a good friend. I met him through a friend. A friend who had a huge thing for him so, in typical female fashion, I dismissed any idea of romantic encounters and carried on with my life. She ended up dating someone else and we ended up planning to meet, purely as friends, to go to the same rock concert.... no-one wants to go to a concert alone, it sucks.
We hung out during the day, got some lunch, went exploring around Sydney (I'd just moved there and he was from Melbourne) and had no expectations of eachother. As it turned out, there was some kind of chemistry there. At literally the last minute before he had to go back interstate, he asked me if I wanted to fight the statistics of long distance dating and have a go. I said yes without blinking. The reason I didn't even have to think was simple- I had so much freedom for those last few days, I had no pressure to behave a certain way or ask what 'we' were or do anything at all except enjoy each moment and work out what was happening later.
We're still together now. We still love eachother and, like most people who live together, we do have arguments about mundane things like housework... but we're also supportive, ambitious about things separate from the relationship and we give each other space. There still aren't many rules for our relationship, except for the obvious "don't sleep with anybody else" and "don't take drugs" (not that either of us do, but just as a constant reminder on how craptastic they really are). I think that the lack of structure, the lack of ideals and goal and rules and everything else before you've even met somebody is pretty much the secret to being happy.
Being single is awesome. You don't have to answer to anybody (except, maybe, your parents or roommates) and you're free to see your friends when you want, male or female, and just generally be selfish and do things that you wouldn't do in someone else's company. Being in a relationship is awesome... but only if you're happy together and both of you are willing to make an equal amount of sacrifices. Don't go out looking for love like you're hunting a baby seal, be selfish for a while longer and don't dismiss someone who does like you if they don't make your ideal list of what a prospective partner should be like. Unless it's something dangerous, obviously. Live each moment without rules and see where you end up, you might enjoy it.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
SMEE by Samie Lee
One of my most delightful friends from my old hometown of Adelaide is the beautiful miss Samie Lee, an up and coming fashionista who is planning to release a clothing and pajama line as well as her range that is currently selling on her Etsy page, SMEE by Samie Lee.
Born at the very end of the eighties, she feels she was born in the wrong era, and that maybe she was born 30 years to late. With a great love of vintage clothing and modern art her style can only be described as unique. She would like to make her mark on the fashion industry but has trouble keeping motivated with her sewing. At the young age of 20 she has achieved everything she wanted to achieve and is now looking for bigger and better things.
Her loves include; Seth(Her Gorgeous Son), Lex (Her Soon to be Husband), Art Galleries, Shoes, Coffee and friends.
She's also a great blogger and writes about her life, her loves and her designs as she is working through them and designing for both of her ranges.
So what is SMEE? It's a children's range featuring some adorable hand made dolls that my good friend has slaved over making. Each one is 100% handmade, meaning they are all individual, one-off unique pieces that are great not only for children, but for doll collectors or people into something a little bit adorable and a little bit different to take into their lives and decorate in their homes. They're cute, cuddly and absolutely adorable. Best of all, each doll has their own individual name and life story... and, being soft and cuddly, you don't have to worry about embarrassing incidents like accidental decapitation or your small child choking on any snapped off limbs if they're a little bit rough with their toys.
Born at the very end of the eighties, she feels she was born in the wrong era, and that maybe she was born 30 years to late. With a great love of vintage clothing and modern art her style can only be described as unique. She would like to make her mark on the fashion industry but has trouble keeping motivated with her sewing. At the young age of 20 she has achieved everything she wanted to achieve and is now looking for bigger and better things.
Her loves include; Seth(Her Gorgeous Son), Lex (Her Soon to be Husband), Art Galleries, Shoes, Coffee and friends.
She's also a great blogger and writes about her life, her loves and her designs as she is working through them and designing for both of her ranges.
So what is SMEE? It's a children's range featuring some adorable hand made dolls that my good friend has slaved over making. Each one is 100% handmade, meaning they are all individual, one-off unique pieces that are great not only for children, but for doll collectors or people into something a little bit adorable and a little bit different to take into their lives and decorate in their homes. They're cute, cuddly and absolutely adorable. Best of all, each doll has their own individual name and life story... and, being soft and cuddly, you don't have to worry about embarrassing incidents like accidental decapitation or your small child choking on any snapped off limbs if they're a little bit rough with their toys.
Here is the first doll in the range, Anna Sue:
Anna-Sue loves reading books and drinking copious amounts of coffee. She never goes anywhere without a hat and will always be there when you need her. She also speaks fluent french.
Recommend ages 3 and up.
Roughly 40 cms tall.
Every doll is different so they may not look identical to the ones pictured.
Handcrafted from all new materials.
There will only be 50 dolls of this style available.
Price includes postage within Australia. Please contact if international shipping is required.
You can buy Anna Sue and other designs by Samie Lee on her Etsy page, As well as on her website: http://samielee.weebly.com/
Recommend ages 3 and up.
Roughly 40 cms tall.
Every doll is different so they may not look identical to the ones pictured.
Handcrafted from all new materials.
There will only be 50 dolls of this style available.
Price includes postage within Australia. Please contact if international shipping is required.
You can buy Anna Sue and other designs by Samie Lee on her Etsy page, As well as on her website: http://samielee.weebly.com/
Please drop by her website sometime and take a look. She's an interesting and funny writer, a great designer and just a lovely person.
You can also follow her on twitter: @Samielee13
Th-Th-That's All, F-Folks!
You can also follow her on twitter: @Samielee13
Th-Th-That's All, F-Folks!
More polyvore
Modern Day Jasmine by kittencaboodle featuring Lanvin shoes
If Princess Jasmine lived today, it's pretty much a guarantee she'd be one of those pseudo bohemian socialite types. After all, she's sixteen, a princess (read: incredibly wealthy) and would probably hang around with the brat pack.
the lioness by kittencaboodle featuring Valentino shoes
This is a Lion King inspired set. I understand that they're lions, not people, but I wanted to give off the same vibe and earthy colours that you see in the film and the stage show.
Captain Hook by kittencaboodle featuring Juicy Couture jewelry
Peter Pan inspired. Again, I wanted to get more of a vibe than an actual copied look per se. I would never dream of trying to recreate tinkerbell, bless her tiny soul, but most people tend to leave Captain Hook alone... what's wrong with him? He's a stylish guy!
Beauty wishlist, 2010
Beauty products I would LOVE, 2010:
Shu Uemura false eyelashes.
MAC Studio Fix Fluid Foundation (SPF 15) in NC15.
I've used MAC foundation in the past... for some reason, it is the only brand with the exact right shade for my skintone. Most foundations are too dark, not that I'm especially pale, but they seem to assume that every female on the face of the earth is using fake tan/bronzer or they just have too much orange or pink pigment and I look strange >_<
L'oreal Studio Secrets Anti-Redness Primer.
I -love- using a primer. It's like the secret step that suddenly made me smack my head against a surface and go "Oh! THAT'S how you do it!". I'm currently using a Natio primer, which works very well, but I have an uneven skintone and acne scars, etc. Green concealer can be a pain in the ass if you put too much on, so I'm curious to see if a green-tinted primer would work any better.
L'Occitane Ultra Comforting Mask.
An absolute favourite of mine. I buy a tube of this once a year and save it for stressful days or special occasions. It makes your skin feel -divine- after has absorbed, etc. and it's really soothing.
MAC blush in Pink Swoon.
Again, another favourite. I've had mine for almost 2 years now (you'd be surprised how much use you can get out of this!) because it's actually a lot pinker than what you'd expect. It's the perfect dolly pink shade and makes your skin look like porcelain. Mine's almost completely gone :(
MAC liquid eyeliner in Boot Black.
What can I say? the blackest black eyeliner you can buy.
Estee Lauder Beyond Paradise
This perfume smells like heaven. Better than Angel, it's literally like you're in a tropical paradise. Yum.
Lush Snow Fairy shower gel.
Pink bubblegum-scented goodness with glitter sparkles. Shame it's only around at Christmas.
Lush soap in 'Bohemian'.
I love citrus scents. This is the perfect soap for me, it makes your skin feel soft as an infant's and smells like lemon meringue pie.
Shu Uemura Moyoco Anno Cleansing Oil.
Ok... so, a quality product which I already love AND limited edition manga illustrations on the bottle.
Any questions?
Shu Uemura makeup brushes.
My own set of brushes is getting a bit old now, a lot of them are synthetic and were part of Christmas or Birthday presents from a few years back... when I -do- get around to replacing them, I'll be spending my moneys on THESE babies :D
THIS Bobbi Brown eyeshadow palette!
MAC lipstick in Morange.
Is it red? is it orange? it's.... uh.... both.
Shu Uemura false eyelashes.
MAC Studio Fix Fluid Foundation (SPF 15) in NC15.
I've used MAC foundation in the past... for some reason, it is the only brand with the exact right shade for my skintone. Most foundations are too dark, not that I'm especially pale, but they seem to assume that every female on the face of the earth is using fake tan/bronzer or they just have too much orange or pink pigment and I look strange >_<
L'oreal Studio Secrets Anti-Redness Primer.
I -love- using a primer. It's like the secret step that suddenly made me smack my head against a surface and go "Oh! THAT'S how you do it!". I'm currently using a Natio primer, which works very well, but I have an uneven skintone and acne scars, etc. Green concealer can be a pain in the ass if you put too much on, so I'm curious to see if a green-tinted primer would work any better.
L'Occitane Ultra Comforting Mask.
An absolute favourite of mine. I buy a tube of this once a year and save it for stressful days or special occasions. It makes your skin feel -divine- after has absorbed, etc. and it's really soothing.
MAC blush in Pink Swoon.
Again, another favourite. I've had mine for almost 2 years now (you'd be surprised how much use you can get out of this!) because it's actually a lot pinker than what you'd expect. It's the perfect dolly pink shade and makes your skin look like porcelain. Mine's almost completely gone :(
MAC liquid eyeliner in Boot Black.
What can I say? the blackest black eyeliner you can buy.
Estee Lauder Beyond Paradise
This perfume smells like heaven. Better than Angel, it's literally like you're in a tropical paradise. Yum.
Lush Snow Fairy shower gel.
Pink bubblegum-scented goodness with glitter sparkles. Shame it's only around at Christmas.
Lush soap in 'Bohemian'.
I love citrus scents. This is the perfect soap for me, it makes your skin feel soft as an infant's and smells like lemon meringue pie.
Shu Uemura Moyoco Anno Cleansing Oil.
Ok... so, a quality product which I already love AND limited edition manga illustrations on the bottle.
Any questions?
Shu Uemura makeup brushes.
My own set of brushes is getting a bit old now, a lot of them are synthetic and were part of Christmas or Birthday presents from a few years back... when I -do- get around to replacing them, I'll be spending my moneys on THESE babies :D
THIS Bobbi Brown eyeshadow palette!
MAC lipstick in Morange.
Is it red? is it orange? it's.... uh.... both.
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