Monday, October 5, 2015

Think Pink!

I know, I know, you were expecting frocks! It's FROCKTOBER - a terrific initiative for raising money for the Ovarian Cancer Foundation AND a great way to raise awareness about the symptoms of ovarian cancer. I frocked 'til I dropped last year but am giving you all a rest from seeing me, me, me on your screens. I encourage you all to follow a frocker or two though and cheer and donate a-plenty!

All I've got for you for the new month of October is new's's's making me feel pretty refreshed.

Winter was hard. I found it hard. But suddenly, in a strange typical Melbourne way, it's a hot 35 degrees today and we've gone from being covered from head to toes in puffer jackets scarves, beanies and boots to getting out in strappy dresses. All very confronting! Skin! Pale skin! Legs!  Hairy legs! Body bits! Wobbly body bits! Yikes-a-rama!

Here's a pensive me thinking, "Is my beehive really high enough or could I make it higher???"

Do you like how I matched my earrings to the lime tree? Sooooo stylish! 

Friday, September 25, 2015

Tiny Starman

My Little fella, Joe, performed with his prep class at ACMI last weekend as part of the David Bowie exhibition performances.

His wonderful prep teacher Emma (that's her above) is one of those extra special teachers who not only imparts wisdom but who also imbues her classroom with a magical atmosphere. She is a huge Bowie fan and has taught the children to sing "Starman" 

Melbourne is awash with Bowie fever right now and it was HUGE for the prep kids to be part of such an amazing event. They arrived early Saturday morning for face painting ...
 and posing ....

and warming up...
And then they were on!

Joe had a special part. He played the lead break on the melodica. Too cute.

After the song there was a game of Bowie musical statues to "Golden Years"! BEST BOWIE DAY EVER!


Friday, September 18, 2015

Cheap Shoe Revamp

Or how to make your shoe go from this...

to this!

The bad thing about cheap shoes - they fall apart.

 These faux suede brogues from the op shop started shedding the fake wood heel on the first wear.  Oh well - I didn't like the colour ( or lack there of) anyway.

And the good thing about cheap that you can experiment on them!
I peeled off the fake wood veneer heel ( pretty easy as it was practically evaporating off!) and then I stuffed them with newspaper painted the suede with acrylic tool a few layers and I really massaged the wet paint into the surface...

and finished them off with some spray clear sealant....

and gold heels...because I had gold paint...but may change's only paint!

What do you think?

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

A Poncho for all Seasons!

I declare that 2015 has been my year of the poncho.

With the seasons changing and finally a glimmer of sunshine on our horizon I asked myself,

"Julianne, how do you plan to incorporate a poncho into your Summer wardrobe?"

"Well, Julianne," I answered myself, "With a vintage towel beach poncho OF COURSE!" D'uh!"

 Two matching "palm beach" vintage towels at Savers the other day were exactly what I needed. A  pair for $2.99!

Fortunately, I had the trusty "Golden Hands Encyclopedia of Craft" poncho instructions at the ready...
The towels were a lot larger than the size in Golden Hands.  I cut some of the length but kept the width so it's a large coverall for the beach. I included the darts too as suggested in the book.

In one crafternoon I made it, finishing it off with some fringing. So simple!
Now...where's the sun?

Thursday, September 3, 2015

Bustling About.

Yesterday I looked like a 1960's interpretation of an 1860's Western saloon girl via some early noughties bad sewing. Well. I tried to looked like Miss Kitty from "Gunsmoke."

What do you think? Is that a look? 60's television Western saloon girl?

The skirt has images of bustling women and in a vague early 2000's interpretation of that, I made it with tucks at the hem and some experimental vertical shirring in the back to create some poof.

If you look closely you can read the skirt -
diary excerpts of a bike ride that mentions places like Cape Ann and a picnic at Pigeon Cove, a visit to Rafe's Chasm and Norman's Woe.

Is it really polite to mention Rafe's Chasm?? Does it possibly has something to do with poor Norman's woe?

Anyway - feel free to read my skirt - just don't look too closely at how badly I made it.
I do wonder who this woman is - especially as her face is placed right on my front bottom, as the kids would say.

The lace shirt is quite a commitment to wear as it is like Miss Mary Mack all dressed in black with silver buttons all down her back and I sometimes have anxiety about getting stuck in clothes. This shirt needs attendants to help you dress!

But if you want to see have to check out Mel's shirt over at Bag and a Beret! Now THAT'S some FRILLS! And do watch her short movie...what that woman does with a clears the sinuses...

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Plastic Surgery

Does this woman look familiar? Yes! It's me!

My daughter entered a doppelganger competition over at Doodad and Fandango to get earrings made to look like someone. She sent them a few photos of me from frocktober last year. Hilarious! I'm immortalised in plastic! It's like a better, shinier, wrinkle free plastic fantastic me! I recommend Doodad and Fandango doppelganger earrings to you all! Scar-free pain free plastic surgery!

Monday, August 24, 2015

The week my life became and a Smiths song....

otherwise entitled:
My Disastrous Adventures in Employment-land
Seriously, this is how I looked last week - that EXACT facial expression....

Okay. So you know when you think you want something and you can’t seem to get it and you keep wanting and trying and compromising until what you want is reduced to lowest common denominator and then something vaguely similar is offered to you and you go, "yeah why not? Isn't this what I want?" and you take it and then see what you have and discover it isn't ANYTHING like what you wanted and it’s really bad and maybe you don't even know what you want and you have a nervous breakdown or something like it that involves lonely walks in the dark and an insistent drippiness from your eyes otherwise known as tears and then you have to undo all that you have done or else you feel like you might explode and it's all your fault in the first place and you feel like maybe you're too old to be making these mistakes but you have made your bed now and have to lie in it but you can't so you get out of bed and run away like Goldilocks from the three bears????

Or does that stuff just happen to me?
It's like you really want some brioche and you go looking and looking and there are none to be had and you look for days and days and then days turn into weeks and weeks into months and you're hungrier and hungrier for that brioche and then someone offers you a rock cake and you think, "yeah brioche, rock cake, same dif, thanks I'll take it "  and you take a bite and break a tooth and spit it out because it is nothing like what you craved and then you have an allergic reaction to it and your face blows up like a puffer fish and you remember that you're allergic to all things wheat and yeast including brioche anyway but somehow you'd forgotten?

What I mean is, sometimes in the looking we lose sight of the prize because we get lost in the sense of our own desire. 

So this is what happened to me last week. And I can't put it better than Mr Steven Patrick Morrissey himself because last week my life literally embodied the song "Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now"  and I played it like a well -oiled Johnny Marr riff and sang along like a warbling busker. Come on. Join in with me.....

"I was looking for a job, and then I found a job
and heaven knows I'm miserable now

In my life
why do I give valuable time
to people who don't care if I live or die"

So part of me had a mini nervous break down that I’m still like a petulant teenager who expects more from life than a dumbass menial job and part of me had a mini nervous breakdown that I was in my mid forties and still having to do a dumbass menial job like a teenager.*

Do you get me?
It’s never too late to get to know yourself better. So don’t fall into the gap of countering rejection with acceptance of any sort. Keep your eyes on the prize. Don't give in to the lure of the $$$ over your soul.
So now I will move along whistling to another Smiths track...
"please, please, please, let me, get what I want...Lord knows it would be the first time..."

* I know...will I ever grow up???
**Just joking - I'm a blessed little creature with lots to be grateful for.