new slacks

I find buying trousers difficult. They are always too long for a start. Then the are generally too big round the hips and too tight on my thighs. But! Today I found a perfect pair! From Coles! Yes, Mix Apparel does it again. I spotted a purple pair first, quickly pulled up my dress and tried them on then and there in front of the mirror (sorry if I flashed my arse passers by, but I had to see if they fit!). Unfortunately the purple pair were a size too big. Shame, gorgeous colour. The black however were just right! And a steal a $29 full price! I know, I know, I normally only buy off the clearance rack, but they only had one pair in my size. So done deal!

Yep, me in trousers. Smart.



Not the best photo, but you get the idea...

 

today I am wearing...

I actually wore this yesterday, but in all the excitement of the Met ball I totally forgot to post my boring suburban house wife outfit. I must say, I don't think many of the celebs did the punk theme well. I'm surprised they didn't all embrace it a bit more. And so many awful shoes!!! But I guess for some thick black eyeliner and a couple of studs is enough. I would have gone for it big time. I love the punk era and indulged in a little of that myself (in my teens), ahh those were the days, shame I don't have more photos...

Jane Lamerton dress with twisted leather belt. Black suede Witchery sling-backs.

Me in the late 80s.  Wendy James / Sid n Nancy wannabe.

met ball 2013

The Met Ball 2013 is currently underway in New York. Fashions most exciting night and I didn't get an invite again! Hmmppff. Designers and their muses, models and celebrities all mingling in their fine frocks and rocks.

So instead of working (which is what I should be doing!) I have spent the last few hours gawping online! Okay. Are you ready?

My red carpet winners who have embraced the 'Punk: Chaos to Courture' theme are... (BTW the top spot is shared by Rooney and Anne)...


Nicole Richie in Custom Top Shop.  WTF is with the hair though!



Cam looking every regal in Stella McCartney (albiet a tad Star Trekky)

The best. Rooney Mara just perfect in Givenchy

I just love the detail of this dress.  The subtle punk hints - like the

back bondage strap at the neck, the zip edging and the lace...



Jennifer Morrison in Donna Karen. Gorgeous dress!

Amanda Seyfried in vintage Givenchy



My fav Anne Hathaway rocks it in vintage Valentino!



Miranda Kerr in Michael Kors. Sexy little kitten!

Giovanna Battaglia channels Daphne Guinness odd ball but cool ness

Gwen looks fabulous in this rock chic ball gown by Maison Martin Margiela

Carey. I'm not that keen on you to be honest, but I like the understated punk

vibe of your Balenciaga dress

Emilia Clarke in Ralph Lauren. All she needs it that cross earning - I love her!

Lauren Santo Domingo (who ever you are??) I like it!  Looks expensive. 

oh dear... the Met Ball misses

Oh my goodness. There are a few shockers on this list! What were they thinking?  A bad case of Met Ball Madness perhaps?

I guess, in fairness, at least they tried. Plenty of people wore predictable, nice but boring outfits. Jessica Alba for example - boring!  Jennifer Lopez - seen it before (yawn).

Okay are you ready? 

Warning: you may need to shield your eyes from the horror below...


OMG. I'm literally lost for words! All I can think of are Shire horses

and brass bands!

SJP.  The dress is cool.  But I'm sorry the roman headdress is just stupid,

and what have you got on your feet??!!



White Rasta Olsen (nice shoes though)



I like the dress.  I HATE the shoes!!! Ruins the outfit! And tights! 

All I can think of is your sweaty gusset Christina!



Sorry - I'm still laughing!  Oh dear, poor little poppet. She has no idea.

Queen Bee fell in the honey pot!!! I don't have words to describe how much

I HATE those boots.  I want to vomit. Seriously, I feel sick.

Skank. This Marc Jacobs dress is just crap and ugly.  It could have been brilliant.

oh Madonna. Love the top half. DETEST the bottom half! What is it with you

and your obsession with showing off your legs and arse?! Tacky.



Miserable Kristen. No wonder! No, no, no, no NO!

Remind you of a recycled Christmas table cloth anyone?



Opps someone got the brief wrong!  Katie it's punk love, not playing card

characters!

 

Photo source: Huffington Post

Katie tries to hard at the MB

I wanted to say something nice about dear little Katie Holmes, but...  Well, she just never gets it right does she? She either looks like she can't afford to shop anywhere other than Kmart, or she looks like she has been dressed by her mum, and don't get me started on those hideous tan ankle boots!  Then at red carpet events she just gets confused.  Poor lovie.

There is one up side to her Calvin Klein Met Ball dress though - if the loos happen to run out of toilet paper Katie has plenty! The back of her dress reminds me of the old Labrador puppy toilet roll ads, either that or someone has gone berserk with scissors slashing bedsheets in a jealous rage!  And sorry Cal, the dress is just plain boring from the front.

I guess her hair looks okay, but she kind of reminds me of Elvis. 

And the side boob? There is something strange going on there...It's so not sexy and instead looks very rigid. Too much tape perhaps. God forbid she gives us all a flash!

me as moss

In another life, I so wanna come back as Kate-skanky-but-gorgeous-Moss!

She just doesn't give a toss, always looks amazing and has so much fun (and money). You can keep the husband though (sorry Jamie, you're just too sleazy and greasy). Michael Fassbender would be my husband, and my goodness we'd have some stories to tell!

the last goodbye...

So we got the call. My mum, sister and I. My Dad is on his way out, with just a couple of months to live. Cancer has spread through his body. So it's time to make the trip back to the UK to say goodbye for the last time.

How do I feel? I'm fine. At the moment. My hard shell has not cracked. But I know it must. It will. And I'm dreading that moment. I haven't lost anyone close to me before, so it'll be a new experience. My Dad. My Dad is going to die soon. My Dad who devoted his life to his family. He'd do anything for us. For me. I can't really believe it. What does it feel like when someone has gone...? 

So how do I prepare for this trip? Once I've made sure Mr S has meals in the freezer and instructions have been written covering my weekly routine... house work, looking after my pampered cats, all the kids stuff - doing pony tails, homework, after school activities, packed lunches... I could go on but you get the gist. I'm worried about them. I've never left them for that long before and certainly not to go to the other side of the world. I know I'll get separation anxiety.  I wish they were coming too.  But I'm not on my own. I will be with my family.  My Mum and Dad and brothers and sisters.  It'll be nice to all be together again.  Even with the complication of what my mum's presence will create (refer to my previous Divorce post). Some of my family don't want to see her. But it'll mean the world to my dad, to see her again - the women he lived for and has never gotten over losing.

I'm not looking forward to the trip at all. The long tedious flight (I think I'll get some sleeping pills as I never have been able to sleep on planes), being in a part of the England I'm not familiar with. If I was going to London, I'd feel at home (sort of), I'd know my way around and be able to escape and visit old haunts, reminisce and let London into my veins again. Do some shopping (try on lots of shoes), drink coffee and people watch, catch up with some old friends and just soak in how different London life is to the life I lead now...

But we are going to see my dad, it's not a holiday. 

All I know is that before I leave Dad, after saying (if I can speak) our last goodbye, I hope I will have been able to tell him what a great dad he has been and how very much I love him.

I just hope I can put into words a lifetime of memories and thanks. Maybe I should write it down... God, how do you start...

To Dad. Please know that I love you, even though we are now so far away. Even though I don't call as much as I should and don't stay on the phone very long because we run out of things to say. I will never stop loving you and being your little girl.  I have such wonderful memories of growing up. Of you throwing me in the air and carrying me on your shoulders.  Thank you for building me a stable on a steep slope (against your better judgement) and buying me the horse of my dreams. Thank you not for going mad when I lost interest a year later. Thank you for being my personal taxi service and always picking me up without complaint, no matter how late and always with a kind amused smile. Thank you for all the money you spent indulging my many whims, for supporting me in everything I did. Thank you for buying me my first (and second) car and giving me money to fill it up, so that I could spend my earnings (working at the local pub) on shoes and clothes. Thank you for always being around, for letting me have the cream at the top of the milk bottle for my morning cereal and for making delicious roast potatoes and Christmas sausage rolls. Thank you for just always being you. Solid, reliable, happy Dad. I'm sorry I didn't get to know you better, it's always been about me. But I do love you Dad. I wish you didn't have to go...

That doesn't even being to cover it...