Wear 87: There Are Things To Say

The surname Proctor always makes me inwardly giggly. It seems naughty.

Are we going to be trying Arrow and The Following? When I say we I mean Aussie we's as I'm guessing the latter doesn't become 'America's number one drama' if no one has seen it yet. I love Kevin. I may have been inappropriate about Kevin in a cinema in my teens. Only inappropriate in accordance to cinema protocol that is.

Today was 'bad day'. The day I get to eat anything I want. It is intended as a moment of food sanity in the otherwise intense attempt to lose twenty-five kilos. Although, within that sentence lies a little of my issue. What I need to do is key into the reason why I find sweet yumminesses so comforting. Because until then I will want them. And that is no help to me. What holds me back from making that exploration? Just the disconcerting nature of the truth probably.

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The warm weather has apparently left us for this part of the year. I will believe that when I start complaining about the cold. At this point it allows me a larger range of clothing options. And tights. Today there was a rainbow. It was my inspiration. I'm sharing some of the shots in which, you may say, I am not taking this whole fashion shoot thing entirely seriously. Although I am sure I have seen the bottom left pose in Vogue or Harpers.

Back to the '25 F(or) 25', my diet aspiration explained here. I wanted to share with you the chosen places where my money will go if the goal is not met. So far there is only one person in the running for the word of their choice in knit, but I am still looking for two more suggestions as the list is not full. They suggested the following: S—— Destructions. They are the construction company building the vile house next door to us. Not wanting to be sued, or picked on, I have obscured their name a little, although the de-construction of the second part of their name is the creative genuis of B—— (also the one who nominated them). Also on the list is the Collingwood Football Club (it is un-Victorian to not feel strongly one way or the other about this team—I go other), and a puppy farm (this is the thing I have to think about every time I pick up a biscuit—it would kill me to have to hand over five hundred dollars to these monsters). Please let me know who you think is a totally unworthy recipient of five-hundred hard earned bucks to help me get to to my goal weight. I'll love you forever. And make you a work on knitting and wire. Who doesn't want that?

Mondays will be check-in/accountable day. If you are trying to achieve a goal I would love to hear about it every monday too. And I have chosen seven articles of clothing that I am hoping to be able to fit comfortably into in four weeks time—22nd April. A shirt, a top, a singlet, a t-shirt, a pair of cargos, a pair of skinny jeans and a box-pleat denim skirt. Currently they are all a little tight or pull-y here or there. They should be an easy start. I will start wearing then on the 22nd for the next seven shoots. If they don't fit by then, I will feel horrid and deserve it. If they do, I will be making some progress. No more nice-guy. I am doing to myself whatever I have to do, no tactic too dirty, no criticism too mean, to get to my goal. Eek! Am I a hard-arse? I am. I am a hard-arse, aren't I? Yay!

The Outfit Jumper: Op-shopped Skirt: Op-shopped, Ojay Scarf: One thousand years old, no exaggeration, okay, a little Necklace and Earrings: To bring on the other colours of the rainbow, cheap and cheerful junk jewellery stores somewhere Shoes: Dr Martens

Photographer de Jour: B——

Who wore it better?

Doing the link-in love-in today with: