SATURDAY NIGHT. raving at my gran's, yeeeah.
pants, cheap monday
singlet, bonds
undervest, cape hiking
jacket,live girl from princess polly
wallet, mimco
scarf, found on the beach
hat, david jones felt hat
I felt like dressing up my sister, but as you know.. she is too boring snoring for that. Anyway, there is a cute story about one of my felt hats which I should share.
Once upon a time, when dinosaurs roamed the earth, a little old lady lived in a house and she loved clothes. Trillions of felt hats, and large, grand racing hats, and fur beanies from Russia. And in her dressing room was a fucking massive wardrobe with fur coats of all species, collected from around the world. And on the ground were shoes, beloved for years on end, from all the fashion houses in Europe and the Americas and Asia. In her many jewellery boxes were miles of pearls necklaces, and diamond rings for every finger. Anyway, I loved that old lady very much and eventually she died. But the main part of the story is that a hell lot of those fur shawls and necklaces and hats are now in my loving care. Great story hey! Her name was Patricia Graham. Quote; "young girls like you lose their beauty when they open their mouth", in reference of course to my horrible swearing habits.
The photos from Coolum are on their way! yippity yay, and i think that i'll post some posters up about the blog around my school and the city haha. Publicity would be fun perhaps.
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