fancy a bendersnatch?

Ooooo yes please! As you may be aware I have a bit of a thing for Micheal Fassbender, and yes I admit it, for Benedict Cumbersnatch too! I would happily accommodate both of these charming young men for a playful hour or two (actually it would probably only need to be 20 minutes)! 

Both such intense, talented actors, and having seen MB's goods already (courtesy of the film Shame) I just know it would be a total thrill! Just look at them here (okay I'm not keen on the beard Michael, too ginger, rough and scratchy...) grooving together at the Globes After Party! Naughty, naughty boys. I wish I'd been there, between them both, merry from Moët and up for a quickie in an alley somewhere... What?! A girl can dream right!

the not so golden globes...

Here's the 'oh dear' list... Not good looks pretty ladies.  Not good looks at all...

Doesn't Heidi Klum seem to just pop up 

everywhere these days? Was she even invited? 

She looks a tad cowgirl/home applique/

skank in this Marchesa ensemble. Too much.

This is what happens when you cross artificial
flowers from a retro swim cap with a 90s sleeveless
jacket made out of an old shower curtain! Sorry
Ms Bejo, it's a "No" from me.

Zoe, Zoe, Zoe. Very disapointed!  Positives first.  

Love the shoes! Louboutin Pigalles. Smart choice.  

The dress however? YUK!  What the hell is it?! Awful.

Prabal Gurung, you were obviously pissed when you 

designed this one! Playgroup sticky craft table gone 

horribly wrong...

Julia hon, I knew you'd wear something safe, 

but why oh why did you wreck the classic D&G 

strapless dress with an old fucking business shirt?!

It just makes me angry ANGRY!

Front view of Emma Watson's boring back to front dress...

Back view of this bizarre combo. Leggings?!

Easy access for a quick shag at the after party

perhaps, that might work...

Paula Patton thought her bedsheets would make a 

good over the shoulder throw/snuggie... handy if she gets 

bored or too drunk and nods off.

Dior was obviously having an off day when he designed this dull number. 

What's with the hip band? They way it bags out in a puff around the arse.

Ugh. Ugly, boring, way too meringue like. 

And Jen PLEASE grow back our hair!

golden globes

I've been off blogging for a bit. Christmas and New Year and my Dad finally passing away into his endless sleep all got in the way and to be honest I just didn't feel like it or have much to say...

But it's the Golden Globes!

Of course I'm watching! I love the glitz and glamour. All the lovely dresses and stars. How can I resist selecting my favourite red carpet looks?! So far I must say I haven't seen any shockers (actually Jen Law looks the a meringue - very disappointing!). 

Here are my top looks (in no particular order)...

Sofia does old time big busted glamour beautifully in this over-the-top-but-I-love-it, 

Zac Posen gown. And that necklace? It looks fabulous nestled above those

quivering, don't you want to rest your face in them, boobs!

Emma Roberts gets 10/10.  I LOVE IT ALL! Perfect.

Kate Beckinsale never puts a foot wrong. Love this hot metallic strapless 

Zuhair Murad dress.



Classy ice queen Cate looks simply perfect in Armani Prive.

Amy Adams, my girl crush, I love you Miss Hottie, in Valentino



Lovely Leslie Mann all coy and ready to be unwrapped!

Lupia Nyong'o simple and stunning in red Ralph Lauren.



Sandra Bullock looking flawless in Prabal Gurung. Didn't like it at first but now I do, 
it moves beautifully and sets her cleavage off a treat (even if it is a bit 
Liquorice Allsort inspired...)

today I am wearing...

I love Mix clothing. Shopping at Coles is no longer such a chore due to the anticipation of what new dresses may have come in during the week. 

This black jersey cowl neck racer-back dress was $19!  Bloody bargain.  It's so similar to dresses in Witchery for at least $100 more. Since buying it several week back I have worn it regularly, with or without a belt. I love it (and I don't need to wear a bra - yeeehaaa)!

I'm out to lunch in the city today, it's hot and sunny, so this dress is perfect.



Mix Apparel dress, Basque belt, Witchery sling backs

miss bunny-moss


As you know I have a girl crush on Kate Moss. We really would be best friends if we ever met. Kate, Angie and me - what a threesome we would make!

I love that Hugh wanted Kate for the 60th Anniversary issue of Playboy. Classy, elegant, skanky, whore, all in one sexy small breasted package. 

Oh, have you noticed the stilettos? Yes, you're spot on! My shoes! My beautiful, perfect Christian Louboutin a Pigalle 120s! Really no other shoe would do!

The launch party was held at Marc Jacobs in London. Only Kate (looking like Bridget Bardot) could make that coat look good! A serious style icon is this little lady.

Marc Jacobs, London



Playboy 60th Anniversary Cover. Love it!





Kate Moss as Miss Playboy Bunny





God she's gorgeous.  Oh Kate...



 

The icon herself

Kate arriving at the launch



a storm in an a cup

I went bra shopping today. Who would of thought buying a bra when you're flat chested would be so bloody difficult?! Well I tell you it is! Flipping hard. There are choices galore for huge baps, with cups as big as hats, but ask for the small breasted selection and pfft! Nothing. Do all women have massive tits nowadays? Is everyone a D or an E? Even the A cups are designed for full, pert, round hooters! 

Maybe I should start designing bras for women who only have skin to hold up! The 'I breast fed my knockers away to nothing but skin and just need something to hide my sticky-outy nipples' section.

I spent over two hours trying on bras and eventually came away with two black training bras! One cotton and one lace. Designed for Tweens! How sad is that? 

 

I'm just sick of wearing uncomfortable padding. I feel like I'm taking off a pair of fake tits everytime I take off my bra. And they are so uncomfortable! I'm happy to be bra-less most of the time, but there are occasions when, as a 40-year-old mother of two, it's just not an appropriate look.

 

Yes I could of choosen one of those horrible nylon bras that look like a pair of tights (or pantyhose). Ugly as fk. Or just bought yet another pretty A cup that does nothing at all other than remind me that I have 'no filling' for the cups! But that's crap! Really, is it too much to ask for a reasonably priced, pretty, lacy, simple, comfortable, non-under wired bra that is for a flat chest? Ugh. Maybe I should just bite the bullet and get implants...

The cotton one



The lacy one

PND

I wish I had been warned. Why aren't women warned? Would it have made a difference? Could I have been more prepared? There was a vague mentioned of 'baby blues', but nothing that could prepare me for the absolute shock of becoming a mother. 

Or should the happily pregnant just enjoy the anticipation without more worry?

I'm talking about post natal depression. Being a new, first timer, alone with a tiny, needy, fragile baby. Your baby. Your responsibility. That terrible feeling of, 'Oh my God, what the fuck have I done?' Of being trapped and frustrated and confused and angry. Of wanting to just walk away. Of wanting my old life back. Of grieving for our old just-the-two-of-us relationship. The insanely strong feelings of love combined with confusion, frustration, tiredness and guilt.

I think had a mild case of it with my first. It lasted for about ten months, maybe longer. I can't really remember when the fog lifted. It just did. By the time Miss L was born I was myself again.

Reading Eleanor Limprecht's book,'What Was Left' has brought it all back to me. I haven't finished the story yet, but I'm really enjoying it. I can really relate to the main character and understand a lot of what she feels... I'd recommend the book to anyone who struggled a bit in those early, lonely days of motherhood.

Looking back at photos and videos of that time, still fill me with an uncomfortable sense of dread. Guilt that I didn't just relax and enjoy my sweet baby more. Pity for my sad, sorry, tired, zombie-like self. And a overwhelming relief that I got through it. 

As I have said before, I thank my dear Mr S for getting me through. It was just the two of us in a new country, in a new city, in a new apartment, with no family or support. At all. Never. No one to call on. No one to take the baby for an hour or two. Just us. I can't imagine what it must have been like for him. Coming home from a new job, to a wreck of a wife and a little needy baby. But we did it. Together we got through and I'm proud of the job we've done. I guess as the saying goes, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. 

What was Left by Eleanor Limprecht