Thursday, December 8, 2016

Wear 374: To the Caribbean?

I've always wanted to go to Cuba. It's in the Caribbean. It's not so much that the passing of Fidel has made it more appealing—I wasn't really fussed one way of the other. It just brought the thought back to the front of my mind. I'm having trouble convincing Mr Earwig though. It's the time of the year when I start planning, angling and aiming for my big holiday in May. If I don't have ideas and plans and missions to discover things about it, it is like it doesn't exist and then what hope for the future do I have?

I had been dangling images of Sardinia and Corsica seductively in front of him for a few weeks. Corsica has the most difficult (apparently) long distance walk in Europe—the GR20—although I mostly concentrated on pictures of beautiful beaches and mediterranean food. Like most people, difficult, mountainous, seven day walks, carrying everything you need and sleeping on the ground, if you are lucky, doesn't appear to be high on Mr Earwig's list of 'good time' ideas. The strange effect of these suggestions of places European and Caribbean is that it has made him keener on the idea of Japan.

The question I have to ask myself then, is what place on this planet would make him think that Cuba was a great idea? Maybe somewhere too hot: Libya? Or dangerous: Honduras (murders?), Iraq (insurgents?), Egypt (camel spiders: they don't kill you but they're enormous and can run really fast!), Bali (you want time share?). As far as worst case scenarios go though, Japan isn't a bad option. Far from it. I've wanted to go there for ages. I would like to go for a much longer time; there is just so much I want to see and do—a seven day ferry pass that lets you hop-on, hop-off through all the little islands, a sixteen hundred kilometres walk between temples on the tops of mountains, a million very strange vending machines to explore, karaoke, a hotel where you can sleep in the bookshelves and read all you want to overnight, and ... on and on and on.

We actually went to the Caribbean this week. The Caribbean Gardens. Okay, so there were no pristine beaches and crystal waters, no vintage vehicles and reasons to drink cocktails based on all things rum, but there was a market, mini golf on an island (not open), a tiny train and a chairlift (both not open) and plenty of Pokemon (only Australian natives and the ones that live everywhere). But there was a faintly retro vibe which was a little uncanny. and in the thirty-six odd years I have lived in this country, I had never been. I imagine if I had gone, all those years back, it would look just the same. It was fun. We did a photoshoot, discovered some new plants, bought cashews and black beans and a magical heat pack. I hope its not thirty-six years until I go again. And maybe next time the chair lift will be open?

This outfit continues my series of ploys to show only the bottom parts of jeans when I wear them—and wear them I should, as I have quite a few of them. I use tops, short dresses, medium-length dresses, and here, long dresses, to hide the business end of my jean. Why? I don't know if I can even explain. I think of jeans like most people think of leggings. They're not pants! Even though they are. Maybe my mantra is actually they're not skirts! It's my thing and if I could explain it, I could probably explain lists and small pieces of paper, especially if they're slightly damp, and the sound of other people chewing. Just can't.

The Outfit
Dress: Target, USA
Shrug: Op-shopped
Jeans: Target
Bling: Junk Jewellery shop somewhere, and the ubiquitous Garmin which I forget to remove
Shoes: Jeffrey Campbell, Deirdre-ST

Photographer de Jour: V——

  Checking out the style at:

Sheela at Sheela Writes

Lauren at Style Elixir

Patti at Not Dead Yet Style

Catherine at Not Dressed as Lamb

Rachel at Rachel the Hat

Jennie at A Pocketful of Polka Dots


Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Wear 373: Thursdays and Mondays

Maybe I need structure, guidelines, a pattern, boundaries. No. No 'maybe'. I do. We all do, don't we? I'm trying to instigate a blogging boundary whereby I blog on Mondays and Thursdays. Officially it is now Wednesday. Going well so far *sarcasm*. The thing with setting up a structure for yourself on something where the repercussions for not following through are not life-threatening, is that the only thing that keeps it in place is your will power. I think I have misplaced mine.

There are things I want to do, but don't, because my will power seems to have taken an extended holiday in a place with no internet connection:

Eat better
Do yoga every day
Take long walks—I'm talking ten, fifteen kilometres at least—on my days off
Make a beautiful garden
Make a beautiful house
Make anything really

When put like that, it doesn't seem an unachievable list or an insurmountable challenge. I'm not trying to cure cancer: apparently bananas with black spots will do that (*wink*). I'm not trying to do something I can't actually do. I'm not even trying to do something exotic or prohibitively expensive. What stops me? Answer: Reading and Sleeping. I like reading so much I can just do it for hours. I like sleeping so much I can do it for hours. And put like that, it doesn't seem like such a bad life, does it? Excitement in real life is over-rated; quite happy to take it intravenously through the eyes and synapses; conscious or un-.

Today I am on a self-imposed twenty four hour read-a-thon finish seventeen books by midnight for my Goodreads challenge (not going to happen). One and a half hours went watching Supernatural, four more sleeping, three and a half at the market and doing a blog shoot (yay! did something for the blog), and about another two just faffing. Later I'm planning on another nap and going out for dinner. After midnight I will start a new book: The Marshmallow Test: Mastering Self-Control by Walter Mischel. Sure, it's still reading, but maybe it will help me find my will power. In the meantime looks like Thursday and Thursday is the story this week. Better than October and November though, eh? (Although technically it will still be November and December!)

I'm still covering the top of my jeans. The reproductive-area-covering technique used in this blog post involves the use of the 'medium length dress'. (See 'tops', and 'short dresses' as options here, or back there a little.) The cocktail/midi is one of my favourite techniques because it is lightly non-sensensical. The dress is long enough to wear by itself, so why do I need the jeans. Truth is, the jeans need the dress. This is a one-way relationship.

The Outfit
Jacket: Thrifted, Somewhere in the Northern US
Dress: Op-shopped, Culburra Beach
Jeans: Target
Shoes: Op-shopped, Culburra Beach

Photographer de Jour: V——

Visiting Fabulousness with the Following Fashion Icons!!

Sheela at Sheela Writes

Lauren at Style Elixir

Two Thirty-Five Designs at Two Thirty-Five Designs

Rachel at Rachel the Hat

Jennie at A Pocketful of Polka Dots

Thursday, November 24, 2016

Wear 372: Just Call Me Ebenezer and Other Literary References

Is it possible to hear, see or speak at the moment without the subject being Trump. The only reason I bring it up is that I have heard, through memes—that most reliable source of information—that talking politics on a public forum alienates friends and family and decreases your Christmas liabilities. There it is! My actual beef is not with Trump (well, it is, but that is different beef), it's with Christmas. For the last three or four years I have worked over Christmas. I get to see how much people love each other and enjoy each other's company. *Sarcasm* (I work in Emergency Services—people don't call us 'cause they're loving it up!). Ready to all shoot me down? I'm going to say it. Are you ready? I don't like Christmas.


That's deleted too.

Now that! That is just plain censored.

This is now draft two of this post. In draft one, I continued to write about what makes Christmas a burr in my paw. It turns out I think I will alienate fewer people if I talk about politics. Now what?


So. I went to the movies. Yeah. Twice. Saw The Accountant and The Girl on the Train. Sometimes I wish that the book and the movie were two different things. I want to read the book first, but then I don't want to know what is going to happen in the movie. I want to be able to see it with new eyes. Or a new brain. And seeing the movie first doesn't work either. It messes with the imagination.

My best friend and I have a long-standing disagreement about Strider. You know, Aragorn, Son of Arathorn. (In case any of you missed the whole thing: The Lord of the Rings.) I (rightfully) claim him as MY book boyfriend, because I read him first. I loved him from the book on. She only loved him when Viggo portrayed him in the movie. She can have Viggo. Quite happy for that to happen—there's the whole thing with the chin going on. Not my cup of tea. But Strider will always be mine. Well, in the way book boyfriends are. And he can be in the exception list that is an in-principle agreement between all real life partners should someone on the list (like Liam Neeson or Daniel Craig, or Strider for that matter, for me, Sophia Vargas or Nigella Lawson for him) turn up having fallen deeply in love with us via, say Twitter(?). All couples have that agreement, don't they?

It's an age old question. So what is your answer? Does Christmas suck? Does Trump suck? Book or Movie? Are there exceptions to the 'don't cheat on your partner' rule? And, most importantly, Strider's mine isn't he? He is! Come on!

Last time we met I was telling you about my forty-two plus pairs of jeans. I may have bought some more. It's a blur. But here is the second way I hide my girls in jeans: The Short Dress(es).

The Outfit
Crew Neck: JP Gaultier for Target
Dress (Under): Op-shopped
Dress (Over): Op-shopped
Fluffy Coat: Thrifted, New Mexico
Jeans: Target
Shoes: ModCloth

Photographer de Jour: V——

  PS: Any Europeans out there? Could you please let me know with the quickest of a word if you see the cookie warning come up with my blog. I am sorry about it but it is apparently a EU requirement and I can't manufacture a European look at my blog from here. I greatly appreciate a word-back!! Thanks.

Getting Around with the Gals and Guys on:

Patti at Not Dead Yet Style

Lauren at Style Elixir

Rachel at Rachel the Hat

Cherie at Style Nudge

Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Day 371: Ways to Hide Your Vitals

I love jeans. I can't dispute that, even with myself. Because I counted them. I have over forty-two pairs.

I like to call it forty-two-plus because of the magical qualities of that number, and the ability that a plus has to disguise the actual embarrassing number.

I wasn't even aware until I did a closet clean out and couldn't let go of a single pair - regardless of the supernatural effort it would take to get into some of them (especially if I carry on with the cocktail session I am currently enjoying poolside in honour of the extra year of aging I have achieved recently).

How can forty-two-plus pairs of jeans not double up? There is everything from traditional blue to patterned with roses; everything from white to black with forays into several coloured spectrums; skin-tight to flowing and flared; pristine to ripped by design or ripped by love.

But. I do have a weird jeans quirk. I don't like anyone seeing the bits. The girly bits. The feminine 'y'. You will never—unless some miracle of dieting that actually works happens—see me with jeans and shirts or t-shirts tucked into the waist. In this and the following few posts, I am displaying ways in which I cover up. This is the 'long top' option. More vital-hiding strategies will follow.

I'm not going to harp on about my appalling blogging record lately. I have done that too much. But I do find it strange that I had more to say when I said it more often than now when I hardly speak. Turns out a voice needs to be used to stay useful.

The Outfit
Shirt: Op-shopped
Jacket: Op-shopped
Jeans: Target
Shoes: Irregular Choice, Abigails Party

Photographer de Jour: V——

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The awesome Sheela at Sheela Writes

A world of class at Two Thirty-Five Designs

The lovely Rachel at Rachel the Hat

The colourful Jennie at A Pocketful of Polka Dots

Our favourite role model Patti at Not Dead Yet Style

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Word 1: A Semi-Charmed Summer in Wintertime

I cracked it. Well, let me be clear. I didn't crack 'finishing a book challenge', although I am sure it will happen one day. Not this day, but one day. I cracked the ess-aitch-one-tee's. Explaining how my perversion of the already complicated shift system affects my ability to take time off work is hard enough, so it suffices to say that I got grumpy and took every available holiday space left in the book for August. It meant I had days and days of leisurely happiness interrupted occasionally by a shift or two of torture normal rotational shift-work. Do you know that it is harder to go to work for one day a rotation than for four! All this should have meant I could finish this challenge. But it didn't.

Thanks Megan at Semi-Charmed Kind of Life. Even though I am hopeless and let my currently-reading pile rule my otherwise sane life, I always enjoy the confrontation to reading norms that your challenge embodies. Can't wait to see if I can do better on the next one.

Here's what did, and didn't, happen:

5 points: Freebie! Read any book that is at least 150 pages long.

A Perfect Evil by Alex Kava

Finished. I liked the smart but flawed female protagonist and enjoyed the brooding, broiling tension between her and the local sheriff. The only letdown is that the local sheriff is coming across as a him-bo with big muscles except above the neck. Not letting that stop my vicarious enjoyment. (461 pages, ★★★★)

10 points: Read a collection of short stories or essays. They may all be written by the same author, or the book may be an anthology from different writers; your choice!

Drifting House by Krys Lee

Finished. Poignant and sad as immigrant fiction often can be. Korea is fascinating in its unknown (to me). Short stories have to be a level above novels. They need the slight uncanniness of being more than they are. Like good advertising, like tardis'. (224 pages; ★★★★)

10 points: Read an adult fiction book written by an author who normally writes books for children. Examples: J. K. Rowling, Judy Blume, Suzanne Collins, Rick Riordan, etc. - Submitted by SCWBC15 finisher Kelly E.

Adverbs by Daniel Handler (aka Lemony Snicket)

Finished. There are echos of The Series of Unfortunate Events in this in the oddly self-reflective narrator(s). I should write my reviews when I finish the books because I get a little hazy. As a trigger I like to read the comments people make about the book on Goodreads. If you want to get a feeling of the strangeness this book inhibits, read the comments—they're as bizarre as that they describe. (272 pages; ★★★)

15 points: Read a book set in Appalachia. - Submitted by SCWBC15 finisher Ericka B. (Try this list or this one for inspiration. And here’s a map if you have a book in mind and want to know if it fits the setting.)

A Walk in the Woods: Rediscovering America on the Appalachian Trail by Bill Bryson

Unfinished. I'm reading about both great walks in the States at the moment—this, and the Pacific Coast Trail (Wild). I miss long-distance walking so much. But. Bears? While I read these books I am vicariously walking them via Walking 4 Fun. I'm a hundred and fifty-one kilometres in. Bryson, as usual, is great company.

15 points: Don’t judge a book by its cover! Read a book with a cover you personally find unappealing.

The Road to Ruin: How Tony Abbott and Peta Credlin Destroyed Their Own Government by Niki Savva

Ironically, Credlin autocorrects to 'cradling'. In a nutshell it describes how the sub-title came about. This book is repugnant unappealing to me because I am not a fan [understatement] of Tony Abbott. I won't go into a long list of where his and my ideologies fail to meet but despite the rather nasty appearances, I am rather enjoying it. It would have been intolerable if it was about his successes (were there any?), but I love a good downfall story. Didn't realise I did, but I do. Can't believe this all happens in the hallways and broom closets of power while I sleep between night shifts! Yay, bliss.

20 points: Read a book that you have previously only seen the film (movie) of. - Submitted by SCWBC15 finisher Bevchen.

Nothing Lasts Forever by Roderick Thorp (Die Hard)

Finished. It is rare for me to read a book after the movie. I didn't like it. It may be the era. I have a feeling that when I get round to reading Fleming's Bond at some time, my reaction may be the same. Gender, race, humanism. But ultimately, Book Leland is no Movie McClane. Book Gruber pales in the light of Rickman Gruber. The baddies aren't as good, the goodies aren't as bad. In another life, I wouldn't bother. (245 pages; ★★)

25 points: Read a book with a punny title. The title can be a play on another book title, movie title or a common expression. Examples of such titles include Southern Discomfort, We'll Always Have Parrots or Bonefire of the Vanities. - Submitted by SCWBC15 finisher Jamie G.

Moby-Duck: The True Story of 28,800 Bath Toys Lost at Sea and of the Beachcombers, Oceanographers, Environmentalists, and Fools, Including the Author, Who Went in Search of Them By Donovan Hohn

Unfinished. Awesome. Who would think reading about a quartet of small rubber animals, ducks being just one, who came a-cropper off a container ship in the middle of the Pacific Ocean and have been floating around ever since. Along with an awfully large amount of other floating stuff. I love quirky non-fiction. It's the best genre. Besides the other best genres. This is heading for five stars unless something goes awfully wrong. Some would argue it already did on board those container ships!

30 points: Read a microhistory.

Zero: The Biography of a Dangerous Idea by Charles Seife

Finished. Another quirky non-fiction. Who'd'a thought the number zero could be so interesting. I feel conflicted about the need for a *spoiler alert* here. We know how it all ends: zero is an accepted numeral - ubiquitous, necessary. But what a beginning. And what a future. This story is, strangely enough, a circle. We begin shrouded in mystery and mystique with zero as heretic, its ties with religion spurious; we end with mystery and the unknowablity (presently, at least) and faith of zero's part in quantum and string theories. I got a little lost in the middle when there was lots of Maths. It's been a while. But otherwise this book was awesome! (248 pages; ★★★★★)

30 points: Read one book with a good word in the title, and one with a bad word. Note: This category is reeeeeeeally open-ended! Maybe you like turtles, so The Pearl that Broke Its Shell is a title with a "good" word. Similarly, the "bad" word could be a swear word or a literally negative word like “not” or “none,” or it could just be something you don’t like. Have fun with it! (Remember, you must read both books to get 30 points; this category is not worth 15 points per book.)

I'm going the way of 'cowboys' or 'villains' for my idea of good[ies] and bad[dies]:

Wolf in WHITE Van by John Darnielle

Finished. Nothing can describe this book without giving it away, so read on at your peril. It's an onion of a book. If onions were also maze-like, and you never reached the centre. Simply, it is told from the p.o.v of a recluse who makes a living creating a role-playing game where players subscribe and follow a quest through back-and-forth mail correspondence. But it is not simple. We get snippets of the reason for his reclusively, how its isolation sparked the game, how the game—created just before the Internet—creates a community and an effect on its participants, how two such players take it too far and die, sparking a lawsuit. It's very quiet, almost frustratingly answerless but makes you think. Not like much else you have read. (208 pages; ★★★★)

BLACK by Ted Dekker

Unfinished. And decidedly odd. I have claimed so many books in this list to be odd, that odd must now equal normal and stock standard, genre-conforming plot would seem bizarre. But let me list some things in this book and you tell me: bad bats, good, fluffy bats, dream states in two timezones, a virus, fruit, romance contracts, the French, Asian mafias. Yes. All in the same book. Oh, and it does have Christian undertones too. I'm persisting, but I am really not sure yet. Opinions TBA.

40 points: Read two books that contain the same word in the title, but once in the singular and once in the plural. For example: Pretty Girls by Karin Slaughter and The Girl in the Red Coat by Kate Hamer, or Fates and Furies by Lauren Groff and The Sound and the Fury by William Faulkner. (Remember, you must read both books to get 40 points; this category is not worth 20 points per book.)

Crow Hollow by Michael Wallace

Finished. How do you work out a score out of five for a book? I've given a number of books in this list a four, but each one seems like a different kind of four. It makes comparison problematic. Ultimately it means I liked this book in a four star kind of way. I enjoyed picking it up. I enjoyed the story and the characters. Something small, and almost unnoticeable, like the standard of insurance at a hotel or the lack of a pool table or a telex in the business centre—something you don't know is missing until some bizarre circumstance means you need it—takes this from five star enjoyability to four. I can't explain. (345 pages, ★★★★)

Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo

Unfinished. And this book has the telex machine. Again, not sure if I'll ever need one, but the overall feel is five stars. Character, tension, unpredictability, difference? Hype? Poetry, lyricism, visuality? Maybe I like a quest novel. Maybe I like an anti-hero, or an underdog (or seven). Some magic. Some noir. I won't question it too much, I'll just read it and enjoy it.

So out of twelve books, I finished seven, but with the distribution I only got seventy-five points out of a total of two hundred. But I read some things I may not ordinarily have picked up at this point in time, so I don't really care. Win, win. Well technically, lose, win. But win, win. You know.

75 Points Total

*Images courtesy of the authors and books on Goodreads.

Saturday, June 25, 2016

Wear 370: WTF

Wtf? (F stands for fug if you're curse-sensitive.) What I am doing? Why do I even WANT to keep blogging? Beware. Blogging existential crisis ahead.

Let me get this out of the way firstly. Tired of the shoe counting thing. It was a thing. It's not doing its thing. I have one hundred and six pairs of shoes. There. Surprise! Oh, plus I just ordered five more pairs. I will order another pair when I can come to terms with my Portland, Oregon-address-morality issues. And then a couple more when I can justify them because I want to try a new brand.

I keep trying things to make me interested in blogging again. Maybe I'm not anymore. It's changed. I've changed. Except that I keep buying things to wear. Using the blog - that I don't - as an excuse. When I started it was just a fun challenge I set myself for the year. I didn't realise 1) How much work it would be, 2) What a strange world it would open me up to. Blogging doesn't, for the most part, seem to be about fun anymore. Now my space where I wore things that were silly, or non-age-appropriate, or an attempt to discern for myself what my style is, is a failure. I'm James-Joyceing here so these things are popping out of my subconscious onto the page—but maybe it's right. Subconsciouses usually are. The question has to be: How do you keep blogging when no one does it for fun, and you don't want to do it for money?

Don't I? Well it seems obvious I don't. 'Why' is maybe a different level of exploration. I like clothes. But I don't like shopping and I don't like brands. I like writing, but it seems from what I see on my Bloglovin' feed that people don't like reading. With a few beloved exceptions, the fashion blogging scene seems to be all about ... no wait for it ... fashion. I know, right? Me: 'Boring'. What did you DO in your Gucci fur-lined loafers? What did the people on the bus-replacement service THINK when you hauled your oversized Demeulemeester onboard and took up three extra seats? How does your incredibly put-together outfit and picture perfect photo shoot in an exotic location make you FEEL? That's what I want to read. I'm obviously in the minority. Life is time-poor and demand-rich. This progression to monitoring your blog is natural and understandable. But it's traveling a road I don't want to be on. So am I still a blogger?

Of course! Anyone who blogs is a blogger. I have been forcing my crisis thoughts on anyone who makes the mistake of sitting still in a close proximity to me. One person suggested that I should write privately if writing is the thing I like about the whole process. It made a liar out of me. I like the little thrill of celebrity that comes with posting pictures and words online. I don't want to stop, but I can't get going. Everything I try to use to drive me comes over false. There is no reason for me to do it. So why can't I let it go. Eh. Blank.

When I stated writing this post I thought I might figure it all out by the end and finish with a pithy platitude about 'going back to basics and doing it for myself'. It doesn't wash. Why do YOU keep going? Am I asking the right people? Probably. Because anyone who has read this far may be more on my side of the fence than I realised—otherwise you would have just looked at the pictures and left.

The Outfit
Dress: Op-shopped (Literary Reference: I call it my Abnegation dress)
Cardigan: Op-shopped
Necklace: Target
postmodern take on being photographed: Fujifilm Instax
Shoes: Irregular Choice Jam Tart

Photographer de Jour: V——

Getting linky today with:

Beautiful Patti at Not Dead Yet Style

Charming Catherine at Not Dressed as Lamb

Luxurious Lauren at The Style Elixir

Chic Cherie at Style Nudge

Sensational Sheela at Sheela Writes

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Wander 0.5: We Are Experiencing Technical Difficulties

My absence of presence has been due to none of my tech devices wanting to talk to each other. It's a stand-off unseen since the Capulets and the Montagues. I suppose I could write what has been happening (ie. I have spent the last three weeks travelling 2369 miles down a 2320 mile river - The Mississippi) but there would be no pictures. And everyone knows that it is the pictures that count! So I am just here to tell you that until something better comes along, pop over to List_addict at Instagram and you'll be able to see a little more of the story. Talk to you when I am back in Oz.

Tuesday, May 3, 2016

Wear 369: Introducing Mr Darby Pickles

Sometimes, under the heady influence of the exposure to the public that this blog offers, I forget that I am not a supermodel until I hit the preview button and see the photo I have taken and what I was wearing. Rest assured, dear, shocked reader, that I did not actually wear this outfit out of the house. I found this odd sheer skirt on an op-shop social day B——, S—— and I went on last year, and the hi-lo sheer patterned shirt with exposed zipper was a local score on a quick trip out to the shops. Sheer shirts are easy to style (ha, ha ... I always crack myself up when I start talking like a real fashion blogger), but it is a little weirder to work out how to wear a sheer skirt, so you may see some funny ideas around this one in the future. I like it: I just need to play it out. [P.s: Apologies for the truly awful photo of Irene—not sure what I did here!]

Irene               List_Addict

The other day I told you I had two bits of exciting news. The first was my newly acquired ticket to London. Here is the second. He's down below there, a couple of photos down. Mr Darby Pickles. He's Lolli's new little brother, a canine friend hopefully there to bring her out from under the bed, and to keep her company. I'm not quite sure how much she likes him yet, but he is certainly popular amongst the humans in the house. I met him online. The timing was right. We decided to meet. So we packed up the car with boyfriends and best friends and man's best friend and drove the nearly three hours to Wangaratta, a rural Victoria town with a RSPCA currently housing a couple of likely suspects for friends, but mainly a whippet cross they named 'Darby'. It is so hard to know when you get a dog from a pound. Will they like living with you, will they be hard work? And this time, will they be good or bad for the precious puppy that already lives at our house? V—— was tasked with holding Lollii and B—— and I went to meet 'Darby'. He came out of the cage, jumped up onto my chest, and kissed me on the ear. Sold! But we went through the motions of seeing how he and Lollii got on in the yard at the kennels. Lollii was nonplussed (the North American version of the word, meaning 'couldn't care less'). She just ran around with the biggest sticks she could find. We also went through the motion of going off for a coffee to make a decision, but we turned back to the pound before we even got to the main street of town. I signed the paperwork, made the appointment for the small operation to take away 'Darby's' manhood, and he was adopted. A day later V—— drove three hours up and three hours back again to bring him home. And our home is forever changed.

We had decided that if he was to come home with us, we would call him Mr Pickles. Often the names given to the dogs by the RSPCA are new and temporary. It depends how much of a dog's story they know. For example, Lolli was called Starla. She had got out from home and was found on a very busy road (she has no road sense, being a sight dog). She was not microchipped and not spayed. Dogs that end up through the RSPCA have to be neutered in two circumstances: if they are to go back to their owners, and if they are to be adopted. You could argue against neutering, but ultimately it is the stupidity of humans that necessitate this action: the humans that allow dogs to escape from inadequate fencing, the humans that grow weary of the responsibility of extra dogs, the humans that hurt and neglect and dump. When Lolli's ex-parents were presented with the costs of microchipping, neutering and of the fines associated with a dog ending up at the pound in the first place, they disappeared. But no-one knew what her previous name had been. And so, being the long-legged, large-headed girl she is, she became Lollipop. Darby was micro-chipped. They knew he was a Darby and had always been. He had got out from inadequate fencing and chased rabbits. As the lady at the kennels said, 'Der! He's a whippet'. And they too had declined to come back and pay his exit fees. Our gain. He was obviously loved. He is affectionate and mostly good (when he is not pushing the envelope). So now he will have to be Mr Darby Pickles. And we are so happy to have him. Gotta go. We're taking them to the park.

The Outfit
Shirt: Op-shopped
Skirt: Op-shopped
Shoes: Irregular Choice 'Love Bug'

Photographer de Jour: V——

Who wore it better?

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Thursday, April 14, 2016

Wear 368: Wear (17), Wander, Word

Seeing as days don't really apply anymore now that I don't, and haven't, blogged daily for a long time. And seeing as my three passions—what passes for fashion or maybe even style in the 'Wig world; the voracious consumption of other people's words and worlds; the desire and attempt to escape work for anywhere, a.n.y.w.h.e.r.e, else—may not be shared by all as a triptych. I have decided on a small change here at Fur Earwig! Wear, Wander, Word. From now on you can decide, simply by the title of the post, whether it is worth stopping by.

Wear: There will be clothes. And shoes. Definitely shoes. In fact I am currently counting, via blogposts, the number of shoes I have. This pair here is pair number seventeen. Called Flick Flack. Not quite 'white spats', definitely not 'lots of dollars'. They are from my once favourite and always go-to shop Irregular Choice. But I've changed. I love the pairs I have but I am open to what seem like very normal options now. Am I getting boring? Or old? I fancy these shoes, or these or these. Well, maybe not so boring.

'Wear' is for blogs where I try to work out what my style is. It will rarely speak about clothes or shoes. I'll often ramble on about other things like being happy, or my dying wishes, or feminism. But I promise it will not be about lists of books I am reading, have read, want to read, bought, borrowed, stole or wrote. Hardly ever. Unless it matters.

Word: Will. It will list, document and dream about all things wordy. Nerdy. I like books. I breathe books. If a day goes by where I don't read, I get tetchy. I read a lot of books at once. At the minute in which we are speaking, I am someway through fifty-five books. It keeps my brain active to have to remember what is happening in them all. It's usually not confusing. Although, at the moment, I have managed to be reading Jane Eyre and a reworking of Jane EyreThe Flight of Gemma Hardy—at the same time. I keep ahead of that conundrum with good pacing. Also, I am reading two books which talk about a bunch of boys at Cambridge University; books which try their hardest to meld themselves together in my brain—so far I am thwarting their efforts. I have elaborate systems for working out what to read next. As Mr Earwig says: Think of the movie Se7en—It would take two months, even with a team of fifty men, to get though these journals. Rude. I don't have small spidery writing. It's draftsmanlike. It makes perfect sense. If you think properly.

Awkwardest Pose Ever; Remember the Fitbit, Sure Did!

'Word' will be where you stop if you want to read a review about a book. Or to see what sort of book challenges there are about the web, and how badly I am doing on them. It will be where I practise being a Book Riot contributor while I work up the courage to actually apply. I'm also going to be the Melbourne Chapter of CoverSpy, covertly, until I courage up for that one too. Ironically, it's a website that links books and fashion. It speaks about what people are reading, and what those readers are wearing. With my up to eight hours a week on the train, my innate nosiness, and my passion for books and clothing, I think I am a perfect CoverSpy. [A Deeper Darkness by JT Ellison, F 40s, workout gear that doesn't co-ordinate, at all, Lilydale Train. Wait, that was me!]

Wander: Is for when I do. I like to wander. I don't have children or expensive bad habits or addictions to branded things or the latest tech. I like to spend my future nest egg on travelling now. I'm looking forward to being able to write only about the places I have been and maybe putting just lovely photos of there instead of incorporating or stressing about doing fashion shoots while I am away.

You won't have to wonder long about upcoming Wanders. We're off on holidays very soon. We're getting a last States journey in before or in case it becomes Trumpville and all desire to visit wanes. Spending three weeks in May. Flying into Chicago, driving the Mississippi, and flying out from New Orleans. Because I can't separate my three loves, I have already chosen three books to commemorate the trip: An Abundance of Katherines by John Green (set in Chicago and on a road trip towards Tennessee), Mississippi Mud by Edward Humes (which may not be on the itinerary, but contains the magic word), and, Cold Blood by Lynda La Plante (which double-whammies as a book towards two different reading challenges, and is set in New Orleans). And because I cannot separate my three loves, I am in the process of going through every item of clothing I have and getting rid of the broken and battered, passing on the passed or never-going-to-happens. The reason: so I can thrift my heart out while I am away, and have somewhere to put it all when I get back.

My hope is you, my friends and visitors and strangers, will be for you to be able to come over and just read what interests you. The challenge at this end will be how well I can differentiate between the three. Thanks for stopping by xx.

The Outfit
T-Shirt: Nice Boobies by Seth Kirkendall, Threadless
Cardigan: Op-shopped
Skirt: Op-shopped
Shoes: Flick Flack by Irregular Choice

Photographer de Jour: V——

Sharing the love with:

The fabulously quirky Sheela at Sheela Writes

The always stylish Lauren at Style Elixir

A world of creativity and design at Two Thirty-Five Designs

The unique and evolving Rachel at Rachel the Hat

The colourful eccentric Jennie at A Pocketful of Polka Dots

Friday, April 1, 2016

Wear 367: First Book, First Word of the Year

Well, what do you know? I'm still here. Maybe it wasn't every single day and maybe I am a little behind and obsessed with that, but we, Irene and I, and all the helping hands behind the scenes, the photographers, the style-advisors, the thrift store salespersons, have been going for a whole year with this mad, time consuming project that is Who Wore it Better? at Fur Earwig! Thank you to everyone involved, especially if that involvement was your reading me every now and again, and even more so for all the fabulous people who left comments throughout the year. I have, in some sort of deluded wisdom, decided to keep going. This has everything to do with the fact that I have amazing clothes in wait for my skinnier me (coming soon, theoretically). I went a little mad shopping this year, including my recent thrifting experiences in the States, and so, if it is okay with you, Irene and I thought we'd go until we maybe get to a thousand and one days instead. Saves me coming up with a new project for the new year. Feedback gladly welcomed. Let me know what you would like to see, or hear about. The suggestion of 'less rambling on like a rat in a maze' may be hard for me to comply with though.

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That was the first word; now for the first book. Sheila over at Book Journey is celebrating the first book of the year with a great bunch of readers who are all excited to be starting a new year and a new book. I decided the one I would start today is one I won on a giveaway at Goodreads. I never win anything. Well, once I was holding a raffle ticket for my brother at my dad's corporate Christmas party and it was the winning number. I call it my only ever win even though the prize was a football and I had to hand it over to my brother as soon as he turned up again. Goodreads, if you weren't aware, have giveaways in which you can win copies of (mostly Goodreads) author's works, with what I guess is their hope you will read and review them. I won Dean Blake's Surface Children: short stories which introduce their readers to 'a generation consumed by vanity, self-indulgence, violence and a twisted understanding of love and heartbreak'. I entered the giveaway for this particular book because it seems to share a similar conversation to Chuck Palahniuk's, and so, in the interest of another perspective of the topics in Chuck that interest me for my PhD, I am excited to turn to page one today and see what Dean has to say on the issue of the consumer-driven, I-centric world we live in. Alternatively, I have been thinking of making my PhD an answer to the question Margaret Atwood asked recently: if vampires and zombies have become the good guys, who in this world now takes the place of the 'monster'. Oddly, I have a theory that maybe the answer may be in the same place—the vain, the violent and the self-indulgent Everyman. Mmmm, cheery. Happy New Year, happy new book.

The Outfit
Dress (under): Op-shopped
Jacket: Op-shopped shirt, backwards with the buttons open
Tutu: ModCloth
Belts: Op-shopped
Shoes: Irregular Choice 'Daisy Dayz'

Photographer de Jour: Moi

Who wore it better?

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