Monsters vs Aliens

Swan brand t-shirt - courtesy the likkle gurl who wurves pwetty things
Gorman farmer pants - $5 Bondi markets
Lanvinesque necklace - $5 Diva sale rack

Mollini navy sequin ballet flats - $5 op-shop (new)


The rain keeps coming down here at the moment, torrential sub-tropical downpours for days, interspersed with brief moments of sunshine and intense humidity, wild winds and flash flooding. As an antidote to acute stir craziness (toddler variety) today we took the little dude, a bag of grapes and a pile of cushions to the movies to see Monsters vs Aliens. Trips to the pictures are a bit like air travel - grappling with messy packaged food, sitting still for hours at a time, being chilled to the bone by arctic air conditioning - so I tend to dress accordingly and keep it simple. If I was one of those people who get interviewed for magazine articles about travel I would probably take a cashmere blanket to the cinema, and sit there wearing an eye mask and ear plugs and spritzing myself with Evian water while awaiting my pre-ordered vegetarian kosher meal and slathering my hands in La Mer foetus/placenta cream. Which would be a shame because I would have missed out on scarfing down a bucket of popcorn, watching a bunch of 3D animated ridiculousness and hearing many toddler belly laughs!



To avoid being snap frozen, frostbitten or goosebumpified from the super-cooled refrigerated air in the cinema my new peach silk bomber jacket ($3 op-shop) was just the ticket. It is oversized to precisely the right degree and has the rounded ovoid silhouette which I've been fixated on for a while now. I've been admiring all the "strong" (fashion-speak euphemism for "big") pointy structured shoulders around, and experimenting with them too, but the rounded shoulder boulder shape is the one which I have a hankering for.



A recent 2am nostalgia-and-Bailey's fuelled downloading rampage (husband away, mouse will play) yielded the video clip below, which I loved in 1985 as an impressionable teenager (and obviously still love as a drunken adult). I think my bomber jacket love and rounded shoulder lust can possibly be traced all the way back to this - although the tutu tail thing, white skivvy and giant head bow didn't stand the test of time. I really wanted to look like Dee C. Lee or Sade (or dare I say it, Whitney Houston), but since I was a snub nosed little blonde surfie chick chipmunk I had to be content with Belinda Carlisle as style inspiration instead...


"See the Day" Dee C. Lee (not to be confused with the HORRIBLE Girls Aloud cover version from a few years ago). Bonus nostalgia points for any aged Australian readers in the Gavin Wood Countdown voiceover at the start and finish of the clip.


This clip was playing in my head when I op-shopped this violet washed silk bomber jacket the other day - it has the perfect rounded shoulders/sleeves that I had in my mind - but sadly it's just too big for me. A big step beyond oversized into overwhelmed by fabric.




The photo doesn't come close to getting the colour right - it's lush and luscious and scrumptious and I wish, wish, wish it fit me properly. Instead it is going off to The Village Markets with me tomorrow to try and find a new home. The Village Markets is our local little cool fashion market, and if the torrential rain can hold off for half a day then I'll be there tomorrow having a bit of a jumble sale of stuff from my wardrobe. If anyone on the Gold Coast is reading this and feels like coming down to Burleigh tomorrow for a bit of a rummage, I'd love to meet you!




More purple foolishness - this time a scrunchable silk taffeta ball skirt which I bought for the fabric a month ago but cannot bring myself to cut up. I was in the op-shop the other day having a little chuckle to myself at the teenage costume geek girl who was trying on a HUGE poufy silk shantung wedding dress with much twirling, swirling and breathless exclamations along the lines of "It's Sarah's dress from Labyrinth! It couldn't be more perfect!". The little old op-shop ladies were watching her in bemusement, and I must admit she was borderline annoying, but the sheer giddy excitement she was in the grip of made me love her a little bit instead. Besides, how can I mock anyone for swirling and twirling when I have this flying purple people eater hanging in my wardrobe! Here are an array of nauseating poses where I tried to capture the spirit of teenage costume geek girl, see if you can spot the elephant, recycling bin, stroller and rubber flip-flop which are all hiding somewhere in these photos:





Barf! The coy shepherdess one is the worst, I think.


Last of all, I present the little dude in his new purple deadstock seventies shirt ($6 op-shop), which I bought at the same time as the purple silk bomber jacket. Perhaps it wasn't Dee C. Lee playing in my mind that day after all, but Prince instead?




xx
Skye
PS. Sorry, I really have been completely dreadful lately with not updating etc. Must try harder!