Monday, December 29, 2008

If You're Looking For Love.

Oblivious to the current cash situation (i.e. a lack of) and the masses of Christmas gifts I received over the holiday, the list of things I'm lusting after continues to grow like Alice in Wonderland.

As of yesterday, the New Years dress and white singlet can, thankfully, be crossed off. The dress is appallingly '80s, bright red and more or less a giant sack. And, ecstatically, I am head over heels - or rather, boots as the case may be.

Click for larger images. Clockwise from top left: Headwear - Vintage photo from Agent-Lee; Haircut - Polaroids of Anja Rubik; Swimming Costume - Vintage photo Fishup; Cigarette Holder - eBay; Hold ups with Garter - eBay; Boots - Cannot remember, but if it's you're photo and you would like me to take it down, please contact me; Frames - The Selby; Vintage Collar - Etsy; White Cat T-Shirt - eBay.

Sunday, December 28, 2008

Vintage and Retro Fashion at Hibernian House, Part II

Dear Sydneysiders (part deux),
Due to the overwhelming success of December's sale, we decided there was no way we couldn't do it again. So, on the second weekend of 2009 (to give you a chance to recover from your New Years hangover), we'll again be collaborating to bring you a weekend-long pop up store. Similar to last time, we will have food (of the home made cookie kind), liquid refreshment, The Beach Boys (of the Ipod kind), one cozy cat (the second one is grounded), a big comfy couch to chill the fuck out on, shoes, handbags and belts, bric-a-brac, a little jewellery, books and LOTS OF RETRO & VINTAGE CLOTHES, mostly for the lady-folk amongst you.

SATURDAY 10th January: 10am - 5pm
SUNDAY 11th January: 11am - 4pm

You'll find us on Level Six of Hibernian House, 342 Elizabeth Street, Surry Hills. Invite your friends, bring your housemates, buy some (awesome) shit or just come and hang out with us.

For more information (including directions), don't forget to check out our Facebook event.


Our Christmas tree was a beautiful mess of a broomstick and twigs. The self-made birds sat on the branches as the fairy lights glowed and the star sat happily atop the tip. My presents to Bobby were a painting, diary and URL (we're a modern duo) and my dress was a bright orange vintage thing. It continues to be a wonderful holiday indeed.

Dress: Vintage, I bought half a lady's closet from her earlier in the year and this was one of the treasures. The dress' waist tie is scrunched up and sitting on my head.
Sandles: Local shoe store, Nu & Nan
Belt and old binoculars bag: Anglicare

Friday, December 26, 2008

Hey Guys! It's Christmas Time!

Hope it was the kind of awesomeness that only Kinder Eggs and Christmas are capable of bringing.

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Teenage Kicks

A few very kind readers let me know that I was featured on the Teen Vogue website this week as Girl of the Week. Here's an extended version, exclusive to Owl and the Grapes. Thanks Teen Vogue and a big sickly sweet (not unlike Santa's breath) welcome to all you new readers.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Any Colour You Like

We had all been planning to organise a tie dye day since before my first date with Bobby, almost six months ago. I met him in a charity store where I apparently spent twenty minutes trying on all things white and dye-able as he waited, recognising me under the change room door only by my big feet.

Last week, however, we all finally came together in the park to dye all those bits and bobs we've since collected.

While it may have taken a while to get around to, and the leotard I dyed didn't turn out quite how I expected, it was certainly worth it. Lots of clothing blowing away in the wind, dye everywhere, very dirty fingernails, and collectively some awesome clothes, bed sheets and shoes.

Headband: Myer
Top: Charity Store
Bag: Found at my Mother's house, in a box marked 'Emma'
Dress: Hand-me-down from my Mother
Belt: Leftovers from my material box

Photos courtesy of Bobby Townsend and Kerry Lennon.

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Friday, December 12, 2008

She Painted Pictures

Ten days isn't long. Santa Claus is close enough to breath his nauseatingly sweet breath on you. Yet in Sydney, we have very few reminders that so soon it will be upon us. From the skies fall no snow, the smell of pine is difficult to come by, as are acorns. You will be very hard pressed to find a squirrel, which don't even appear in our zoos, let alone our backyards. We spend as little time in the kitchen as possible in the heat and so we eat no roasts and sit by no raging fires. In Sydney, Christmas is a searing hot affair where one gets very drunk on very cold beer and eats as much barbecued seafood and cheese as their stomachs will allow. It's not very traditional and, unless you're a regular at shopping centres or enjoy browsing the tinsel-stocked aisles at your local Supermarket, it's very easy to forget about entirely.

To help remind the English born-and-bred Bobby that, yes, it is indeed Christmas, I made him an Advent calendar way back in the dawn of December. Not the flimsy cardboard and chocolate kind, but more of a-little-bit-of-Christmas-every-day kinda thing. While I would love to spill to you all twenty-four gifts, this would be not only a killjoy for the man in question, but a lot of them are, I suspect, quite uninteresting to those that haven't been a fly on the wall for the entirety of our relationship.

For one of the days this month, however, I'm sharing. The stocking baring the number 10 held a small chatterbox which when played, revealed an invitation to a play date. The type of play date you'd set up for your little brother and BFF's little sister so you could drink long blacks and smoke menthol cigarettes without your parents' scolding you as the kiddies jumped around on play equipment and you felt guilty about giving your little brother second hand smoke, only a much, much better kind of date. We (to Bobby's relief) avoided the play equipment and (to my relief) the menthol cigarettes. Instead, we spent the afternoon plaster painting amongst a jumble of children.

We visited the store at Fox Studios where you can choose the victim of your paintbrush from all kinds of Batmen, skulls, Darth Vadars, dinosaurs and motorcycle piggy banks. They're open on Weekends and Wednesdays. Once you have your plaster, a lady will give you water and paint and all those things you need to bring your plaster alive. If you're the uncreative type, you can buy one of the pre painted ones, but with four year olds to either side, there isn't that much to fear in way of going outside the lines. The lady offers regular words of encouragement and, once you're all done, you can even have glitter if that's the kind of thing you think you might be into. And if you are inclined to do a bit of that play equipment stuff, it's right there too. Showing you what we plaster painted would be equivalent to exposing all twenty-four presents, but I can reveal that it was beautiful. The lady giving out the paint said so.

Beret: Salvation Army (Charity store)
Scarf: Traded for a beer
Bag: $3 from Anglicare (Charity store)
Jumper: Borrowed from a friend
Pants: Hand me downs from Mum
Shoes: Cream (Local vintage store)
Cigarette: Virginia Green rolled tobacco

Young at Heart

Thoroughly clean feet. Preferably this is done in the shower. If the shower is unavailable, sink is also acceptable. One foot in front of the other, make your way to 112 Darlinghurst Road. Wipe any vestiges of etiquette from your little head and stuff your face with as much food as possible at the buffet. Yes, with healthy, vegetarian and mouth watering food like this, 'all you can eat' is a statement, not an option. Climb the stairs and remove shoes with maximum grace and minimum stench (the shower/whore's foot bath should have helped with the latter.) Lie down, stretch out and rub that full belly Buddha style.

Welcome to Govinda's. Now you know the protocol, the only thing left to do is choose a film. Last week we saw the wonderful life-changing Young at Heart, and I thoroughly recommend you do the same.

You can read Bobby's far more comprehensive review of Young at Heart over here. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised to find it contains more words than "wonderful" and "life changing". Should you be unable to make it to Govinda's to see the film due to geographical and/or time restraints I'm certain the film is equally brilliant at other venues. But really, Govinda's is, like, the bomb.

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

It's All Over Now, Baby Blue.

The past week and a half has been busy. Outrageously so. This, this busyness, is my excuse for posting a little less than usual. Coming from a girl who does not work, I can understand if you're not completely inclined to believe me when I say this busyness was equal to Sydney on a Thursday night. Unfortunately you'll just have to trust me. I would buy you a puppy dog the size of Digby if that would make you believe me, but pups that size are hard to come by these days.

This busyness was wholly and solely due to our Vintage and Retro Fashion store that I mentioned in last week's post. It begged at our friendly feet to be arranged as it waited for it's chance to pop up. After much tagging and moving, finally the day came, and we sat in SixOhOne's Green Room as people, clothes and bits and bobs walked up and down our many stairs. All over, the Saturday was a tremendous success, so much so that we decided to do it again the next day (this was also partly due to the fact that we were too lazy, and hungover, to deconstruct the store).

Thank you to everyone who came and kept us entertained and I hope you walked away with one or two things that you'll love to death.

All photos courtesy of Bobby Six.

Monday, December 1, 2008

Picking up after you

Excluding a pee and a poop here and there, the man and I spent an entire day last week in the living room. Indeed, we didn't leave the house at all. No, we weren't sick. And we hadn't been grounded by the old man across the road. In fact, we did it by choice - hoping to be productive.

Amongst a few other bits and bobs, including a hand-sewed bow tie, this little owl was a product of the above mentioned day. He was born out of an old pick (or plectrum if you're that kind of reader). Hopefully, this week will find us at the bead store, buying chain and loops and completing the little hoot as a necklace. By Saturday I should have three or four to sell at the Vintage and Retro Pop-up store. Of course, that is if the old man doesn't ground us again.
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