Can You See Me

CHECK ME OUT ON THE AMERICAN APPAREL SITE. I didn't even have to get my boobies out. Neither did I have to sleep with anyone or pose provocatively. This is probably why I'm such a tiny feature on the page. Still, we all win really: I get to go "HEY! Check me out! I'm on the AA website." And you don't have to be subjected to seeing me half naked and/or sleeping with me. In fact, I might possibly be the most fully clothed person to ever appear on the site. Oh wait, Susie's already beaten me in her coat. Better luck next time.

Three Cool Cats

Yesterday I was visited by the most gigantic and flat-faced ginger cat that has ever existed. He was like Garfield but real and more awesome and nowhere near as unfunny as I hear the film is. This Mr. Garfield had me grinning all day. My cat in Sydney (she's being looked after by my housemate Char for all you RSPCA spies in the room) likes to headbutt my fist when I put it close to her. I understand this is common of cats. Garfield however, decided that he was too cool for that nonsense. He decided that licking is the new headbutting.

We're going to a friend's place for cheese and wine tomorrow evening. What's Gorgonzola and Camembert crossed together? Cambozola! Snap! (Courtesy of the cheese aficionado Elle Hall.) Yum yum meow.

Scarf and pleated skirt: Both bought the other day for £1.50 at a little Eastbourne second-hand store that overflowed with bric-a-brac.
Cropped top: A hand-me-down from my Mother.
Belt: 50 pence from another Eastbourne charity store.
Gold tights: American Apparel
Gloves: A left over from someone else's '80s themed party.

Golden Skans

Shimmy over to Weardrobe to see me featured on the front page again. They questioned me on my American Apparel gold tights which I wore in my last blog post (below). Here are the answers I gave.


"My gold American Apparel leggings were a birthday gift from my Mother last September. Despite exclaiming that I would look like C3PO when I answered her twice yearly question of what I would like but can't buy in exchange for coinage (which is the only form of payment familiar to me these days and apparently places don't accept coinage for purchases over $10). She got them from the American Apparel store that only recently opened up in Sydney. She got me size large for the length and guess what? They're not even saggy. American Apparel have some fucked up views on what large is. I dream of wearing them with floral dresses and patent vests, bulky shoes and layered stockings. Thus far however, there have been far few days cool enough to embrace them as much as I would like but they're sitting in my closet waiting to burst out when I go to Europe in March. On this side of the globe it's expected to reach up to 40 degrees on the weekend. I have little doubt that if I wore them on such a day my circuits would overheat."

After writing the above, my dear friend Ellen informed me that the XS from American Apparel is baggy on her. Granted, she's tiny (and likes her things tight) but apparently, everyone is much smaller than I, there are no real large people in this world (THE OBESITY EPIDEMIC IS A LIE), and I am a large in American Apparel because I am, well, large. Like, a red wigged Godzilla. How have I only just realised this?

When the morning comes.

Terribly hungover. Indeed, still. Tucked and buttoned and folded my mothers old shirt slash blouse into a skirt, which I quite like.

Oh mornings.

Vest: Local charity store
Lace: Grandmother's
Top: Gift
Old binoculars bag: Thrifted
Shirt as skirt: Mother's
Tights: Gift from the boy (American Apparel)
Sunglasses: Paddys markets