oh my god brandon flowers and i are meant to be together. this confirms it....

because once at a work christmas party i lip synched to this same song. soul-mates for life.

plus he got shoutouts from kanye west on kanye's blog today. as if i needed any more evidence.

in other news i've become a reginian local. i've been asked three times today for directions.

this is how a reginian looks apparently. also, check out my new mac mascara. H.O.T.

one time it was from a guy on a bicycle. hellllloooo if you have a bicycle you're a local. transparent!

so yeah, i got my promotion. the eye makeup overload worked. and i'm celebrating with a day off. and listening to some justin timberlake ballad. at home. on a wednesday. bliss. i have the front door open too. for ciruclation. but the neighbourhood cats think it is open for them. i am not a cat person.

because dogs rule, and cats drool.

last night, also in job celebration mode, my ma and pa made dinner. and i found my diary from 1991. i think i was religi-curious at the time. because i ended each entry with god bless. or maybe i was just afraid of death. i seem to remember being preoccupied from ages eight to thirteen with dying. i mean, hello i thought i had aids cos i slept in the same bed as my brother once when we were at my aunt's place. and you got aids from sleeping with people apparently. friggen euphemism.

anyway, it seemed my greatest loves - apart from baby jesus - were bike pants, babydoll tops and calling other girls fat sluts. i must have just learned the word slut. i seemed to relish its use.

the diary also has insight into my grandfather's dementia. and talks about the greatest dog of all time, izzy. who was the most beautiful thing you ever saw. and who would sleep on our bed if any of us had been crying. which according to my diary i did a lot.

in other childish things, i watched hairspray (the recent one) the other day. i went to the original with my dad and brother when it first came out. which now i think about it was a bit random. but whatever. my dad loves elvis, he probably had been told the movie was a 60s nostalgia piece. which it sort of is. SORT OF.

anyway i have strong preference for the original one. as much as anything, it gave us ricki lake. but the best thing about the new version is this song....




and maybe zac. but this song in particular because, at the risk of scaring potential suitors off, it is me all over baby. one nudge: and i'm planning the wedding.

god help anyone who nudges me on valentines day. which is tomorrow. and oh my god i just remembered i wont be at work. what if flowers get delivered???? note to self: email someone at work and get them to pick them up for you. i haven't even made any VD cards this year. i have no idea what i have been wasting my time on, if not making VD cards. maybe i'll do happy leap year cards instead this year.

anyway, i'm going off to pack now. for dorkland. where i will be until sunday. alone. so i will probably be playing a lot of scrabulous. excellent.

the thing i like about friday night television is that it usually involves some kind of fashion related reality television. which is why i am not really a regular at friday night drinks. but tonight i miss timed it because the blimmin bus was late and i only got to see the end of the fashion police show. i tried to make up for it by watching bridezilla but after thirty seconds it was already unbearable i retreated to my room with yoghurt and blueberries and guidebooks for vietnam.

and my camera. which reminds me: it is your favourite time of the week

fashion challenge - part iii

week three: black beads

history of the necklace: when i first started working after university i had one work outfit: a shirt and a skirt. which i basically wore every day with a cardi when i wanted to look especially professional. (or a suit which was three sizes too big. but i don't count it.) anyway, to disguise the lack of variety in my wardrobe i bought three sets of beads for $10 from kleins. these are the only set of the three beads to survive.

day one: shine on, you crazy diamond.

due to the long weekend, day one was a tuesday. which threw my game some. but like a professional, i gathered my wits and created this ensemble. cardi: the jacqui e cardi i now realise i wear EVERY WEEK, a skirt from the internets and a charcoal slip from carly harris. total cost: $200.

here i am, super fly and rocking the outfit.

even though it officially means i have worn underwear as outterwear at work, this was my favourite outfit of the week. the beads were shining. and so was my slip.

day two: dress to impress

i have already blogged about it, but wednesday was important. i wanted to dress sharp. but i couldn't find a single outfit that went with the beads. i was about to abandon the challenge and offer the beads up to the first person who showed any interest when i decided on this outfit. white victoriana top: from farmers two years ago, black/grey (or is it blue) waistcoat: from century 21 in NYC, black skirt (not pictured) the bargain of the century skirt that, again, i appear to wear every week. all up we're looking at around $100 worth of clothes. bargain city.

and here i am. doing my best miss tyra: being fierce. you will see how i could be so bold as to blame my eye makeup for ripping an eyelash out from its roots and into my eye. talk about overdoing the eyes and underdoing the lips. but actually, the eye makeup is the redeeming feature of this outfit. i shall not be wearing it again. plus i think i will give away the waistcoat. so one more free hanger in my wardrobe. hurrah.

day three: reow! what a tiger.

animal prints. for me it is a bit love/hate. sometimes they are so wrong. but sometimes, like in this banana republic top, they are so very right. i paired the top with my favourite world dress (which, incidentally doesn't come across as slammin in this photo as it is in real life). and kaPOW, an outfit that is a 30% tiger and 70% girly girl with bows. ie 100% me. this is the most expensive outfit of the week, at $400.


and here i am in the outfit. and i just realised that it looks like an actual tiger has bitten off my legs and i am about to passout from the pain. i do not usually look like this. but anyway, great outfit. just not as kaPOW as i was hoping for.

so at the end of week three, i have no fewer necklaces than when i began. next week i plan to pick something deliberately impssible to match. i need some space for all the goodies i will pick up in vietnam.

*****

as an aside: do you love how i'm just casually dropping in to the blog how i'm going to vietnam? cos it is true. i am in the final stages of booking tickets to vietnam. and i'm being very practical about it and everything. take today for example, i bought a tog bag for my togs when i'm in vietnam...


sooooooo at the top of my MUST HAVE list. ride 'em cowboy....

i have an eyelash in my eye. i rub it and rub it but surprisingly this course of action just makes things worse.

i walked to the supermarket before with the affected eye winking all the way. i probably have a series of boyfs now, who think they were getting the glad eye. for various reasons, they were not.

anyway, i think the main cause of the eyelash issue is that i overdid the eye makeup this morning. because i had a meeting with my minister. not in the religious sense, but in the Minister of the Crown sense. and i thought i'd make a bit of an extra effort to look awesome. anyway, backfire.

and it is such a shame too. because at the moment at work i'm trying to dress more amazingly than normal. because i'm applying for a job. and according to urban legend (and jan from the office (USA)) you dress for the job you want not the job you're in.

the job i want IS the job i'm in. but whatevs. plus, unprompted, someone told me i put the rest of my work to shame with my exceptional fashion sense. she could just have been trying to build bridges and breakdown walls, given the day before we'd had a disagreement. i tell you, i'm a tiger in the workplace. you're lucky you don't work with me.

anyway, i've thanks to google i have looked at what other people wear to interviews. this guy was my fave.

he is such an inspiration. actually, the t.shirts i ordered my brother and brother in law from threadless have FINALLY arrived. i only ordered them in the first week of december. anyway, one of them asks: what would macgyver do. maybe i should wear it to my interview. great talking point.

although by then i may have rubbed my eye so much i'm blind. that would be an alternative talking point.

cripes. eyelashes are tiny but mighty painful. note to self: cut down on the glittery eye liner. sigh.