Tuesday, 25 November 2014

Boys only want love if it's torture.

I have officially booked an audition for the Crucible run by Canberra Rep theatre. This is a gigantic step for me as I have avoided any extra curricular activities in fear of rejection or general hate for 
my generation. it was recommended that it might be a step for me to meet people that I find interesting as at the moment everyone around me is a little too immature for my liking. ( I like binge drinking just as much as the next person, but every night? No thanks.) I was thinking about joining an amateur theatre troop, and even if I don't get through I'm just happy that I moved passed the crippling anxiety I feel when interacting with humans by choice. 
So today I went into the city to book the audition and grab a copy of the script, when my mum called and said she can organise an early ride for me to go home for the week. As Adam works every day I was hoping to visit my family and do some sewing. That dramatically changed  the tone of my day as I had to reschedule three days worth of errands into one. But I got to go thrifting in Tuggeranong which was prosperous. After visiting three thrift stores, I collected a pink raincoat, gingham 3/4 pants, shoes for diying, and a gorgeous black slip dress. 
The outfit I wore, was inspired by a flower girl meets grunge vibe and everything I'm wearing is thrifted. I've been doing alot of neutral tone eyeshadow as of late, coinciding with the release of the Venus Grunge Palette by limecrime, which although it is gorgeous, it is sadly out of my budget.

Pictured above- Thrift haul, raincoat, gingham pants, slip dress, satin shoes. 
Outfit- All thrifted, Docs- Vintage. 

Monday, 24 November 2014

Im the kitsch queen, Hear me scream.

Hello and welcome to my blog. Some of you may know me previously from my defunct blog Everchanging girl, which is where I began my blogging lifestyle. To be completely honest I was incredibly slack, and did not put nearly enough time into my posts or outfits, also most of my content was incredibly lame. But behind every blogger is a personal life which undertones their posts and mine has been overwhelming for the past two years. Consequentially In the ten or so months I have been AFK, I have moved 300 kilometers away, out of home and in with my boyfriend. I have started a new school, and reduced my list of old friends considerably. This is a huge mile stone for me and it seems appropriate that I re-instill into my life what I love which is writing, and fashion. I have started a new blog to document my style evolution and my lifestyle both of which I hope you find interesting. The title, (Queen of kitsch) comes from my love of everything that is 'so trashy its good' preferably glitter, pastel, fur, leather or frills. This outfit is centered around my favourite dress of all time, that I thrifted in the Belconnen Vinnies about a month ago, it reminds me of this one by spooky puke, granted its not nearly as cool but we work with what we have. My socks are part of my ever-growing collection, I scored them from kmart along with alot of cat socks for the sweet price of $1.50 each. The shoes  are your standard white flatform, I would actually sell my soul for a holographic pair, but my budget just does not allow. The accessories were a crewed over months of careful thrifting and dollar store digging, but they are truly some of my favourites. 

As my exams are over and the school year mostly finished I have alot of spare time while my boyfriend works as a legal process server. Today I mostly stayed inside and avoided the Canberra heat while binge watching Burn notice, and starting a DIY. But sadly my slowpaced day will not be continuing as I have a huge amount of errands to run within the next week, including thrifting the perfect outfit for Adams firm's Christmas party next week. I'm thinking sequins personally.

Clips and hairties- Thrifted/ The reject store, Lipstick- Lime Crime (mint to be), Necklace- Dollar store, Dress- Thrifted, Belt- Thrifted (kids section), Socks- Kmart, Shoes- Payless Shoes.