Winter Dressing

Today, as it is a Saturday and I have noooo exams next week (wooo!) I have spent the day doing what my mother calls 'jack shit'. I call it trawling the internet for outfit ideas. Now, I'm a tad behind the times, so bear with me, but I'm a little obsessed with polyvore at the moment.

As we (I) have established, I'm vair vair small length wise. Width wise, I'm not... lets just say I'm no Selena Gomez, my waist clocking in at a good 30 inches. So, in winter, I have to be very careful what I wear so I don't look like a giant marshmellow - and it doesn't help that I get cold real easy.

So I invest in a lot of vests, singlets, heavy-duty socks and boots. My formula for winter dressing is quite simple; hat+scarf = warm head and neck. singlet+long sleeved-tee+jumper+jacket = warm upper body. Here, making sure that they are all different lengths. Long singlet means shorter tee and even shorter jumper, and a long jacket or vest. Thick alpaca wool socks + jeans +boots = toasty toes and snuggly legs.

Make note of colour and its effect on the weather - dark jeans absorb heat, PLUS they are more flattering... so I'm thinking dark jeans, non? Mix things up a bit; go from jeans to skirts and tights, long top and jacket to a dress and a cardigan. And choose whats comfortable for you. No point wearing a hat is your head doesn't get cold, or you have such a magnificent head of hair that you really don't need one (if this is you, I am rather jelly).

Remember, HAVE FUN! Be you. xxxEm

Life's too short to simply blend In

Today, I thought I'd do a little blog on my sunnies.

I am obsessed with sunglasses. Totally fashionable, and either totally in or totally retro. Unless, of course they are fluro green plastic, then they're totally tacky.

My sunnies are fabulous. Its ridiculous. They are catseye, winged and totally sixties. And I reckon I suit them. They are from Quay Eyewear, but I brought them on the little corner shop around Torquay. Quay eyewear has been seen on Whitney Port, Vanessa Hudgens and (wait for it) Lady Gaga. As we speak, I'm on the website now, trawling for more versions of my fabby sunnies. I have them in tourtise shell and leapoard print, and honestly, you would not believe how many compliments I get when I wear them.

So here they are:
http://www.quayeyeware.com.au/store-2/1513-2/



This brings me to our next point of business: the logo of this fabulous eyewear company. "Life's too short to simply blend in". Now isn't that a philosophy and a half? So I've decided to take on this philosophy to all my purchases, and not blend in. Be out, be loud, be FABULOUS.

So be loud and fabulous, and join my band of nutters. xxxEm

ONE DIRECTION!

I'M GOING TO HAVE A LITTLE RANT. And I am either going to lose readers or gain them.

I am a directioner. A bonne-fied, tumblr girl, directioner. DON'T YOU DARE CALL ME A DIRECTIONATER, it will damage my fragile fabulosity.

Firstly, how gorgeous are they? And I mean all of them, not just the few. THEY ARE ALL BEAUTIFUL. Don't deny it, you know it. And how un-ashamedly gay are they? I mean, come on, Niam? Larry Stylinson? Zirror? (thats Zayn+Mirror btw. Yes, I'm so funny.) I wonder what Louis and Kevin would be...

But my rant is not about these fabulous, gorgeous, hilarious, amazing, drool-worthy, beautiful British boys. It is about their girlfriends.

Now don't get me wrong, I'm not a girlfriend hater. I actually have a lot of respect for these girls. And I really mean that; being slagged on because you've got a boyfriend, who you happen to look really cute with? That's courage. And loooove. Soooo sweeeeet! But I've been seeing a lot of hate, and I thought I would put through a message that shows some of my admiration for them.

Firstly, may I say that I am in love with Danielle's hair. Its just gorgeous. And Eleanors cheekbones are just not fair. Now, here I'm being a little un-informed, because I'm not sure whats going on with Zayn and Perrie, but I'll include her anyway coz shes pretty and I like her hair.

I seriously think that we can learn a lot from these three girls, who have stood the test of time, without batting an eyelid. We can moan and groan about how we don't have any chance now, but look at it from their perspective... girls hate on them everyday because they are in luuurrrve.

So next time you want to shoot out a nasty comment "nah, she's ugly, I hope she breaks up with H/N" think about it, and the weight of your words. Really do. Because one day, you might be in a situation like that.

BTW I found this super funny photo on Tumblr. Hope you like! xxxEm

Tints of magic

So today, I thought (for my, wait for it, three readers who probably stumbled over my page by accident) I'd have a little ramble about my guilty pleasure; tints (for all you beauty numsculls, I mean dying/tinting eyelashes/eyebrows a different colour. DUH!)

See, my eyelashes are as white as snow. I'm not even exaggerating. If I don't gloop them up with mascara, you cannot see them. So, when I was in year seven (thats like, form one or whatever for those of you in America or the likes) my mum introduced me to eyelash tints. My eyelashes went from being white-blonde to dark-brown. You could actually see my eyes, which for me, wasn't really a positive because my eyes are really expressive, so I had been getting away with all these eyerolls because my eyes weren't accentuated. But, I looked gorgeous (hey, the modesty is BACK!) and I didn't get all that yucky mascara gloop under my eyes at the end of the day.

So now I'm in year 10 (you do the math people in America) and I'm an expert. Sorta. So the thungs I've learnt from my four years of tinting are;

1. Salon tints cost a bucket. Better to do it at home.

2. Tint them BLACK not brown. Brown has green pigments in it, so if you have light eyelashes, it goes green eventually.

3. If your doing it yourself, find yourself an old mascara wand to swipe the tint on, rather than using the crappy little stick given to you in the packet. I use a wand and it does MAGIC to the coverage.

4. Use 2 cotton wool balls to get the dye off. Place one dry one under your eye, and another slightly damp one on the top and press downwards, as if you are stroking the product off. If you get this shit in your eyes, you'll be BLIND! No, joking, but it hurts like hell.

5. Tint your eyebrows at a salon. Contrary to popular belief, it is soooooo much easier and looks soooooo much better. Better to have slightly lighter eyebrows than eyelashes, because you want your lashes to be the statement.

6. Finally, my last piece of wisdom; use mascara sparingly. The chemicals in mascara clean the tint clear off your eyelashes. Not fun.

Hope this has helped some people! I'm going to go clean the tint off my eyelashes now. xxxEm

Aria Montgomery

So babes and babettes, now I've shed some light on my life, its now time to get down to the real nitty gritty of it; meaning the FASHION! As I sit here, in my baby-pink snoopy pyjamas, I contemplate my style. I recken I'm like an awkward, Aria-cross-Hermione, with not quite so many guts as Aria, and no magic wand. I love Aria, and her style and her guts. But I am really lazy, and Hermione/Emma Watson sweaters-sneakers-jeans combos just sorta come naturally to me. But I try, darlings, I TRY! Isn't that what counts?

So at the moment, and I know I'm being totally original here, I am absolutely crushing on Aria Montgomery. With her swishy dark hair, those eyes (and eyelashes...total boy entrancers, but gorgeous nonetheless)and her style! Check it out; so individual, so dark, so gothic retro. (If you don't know what I'm talking about, you obviously live under a rock, and you need to see the light of Pretty Little Liars. Google NOW!)

Aria's style is so grunge-pretty. It's a little bit boho, with all her swishy dresses, a little pretty with her hair and make up, a little alternative with her cute tights, very gothic with her tonal palette of maroon, browns, greys, plums and blacks, and a little grunge, as seen in her footwear choices. Now we don't all have the luxury of a four figure allowance to dress ourselves with, but there are bits we can do. Check out www.freepeople.com or www.forever21.com. My personal favorite at the moment is www.modcloth.com. But back off, the last one is limited and those shoes are MINE!

To channel your inner Aria, choose darker colours of more tonal, gothic palettes such as dark reds, plums, shades of browns, charcoal, black and khaki. Do not mistake comoflague for khaki. Aria favours cute legwear, like patterned tights, shorts, knee-high socks and the like. If you are more inclined to cover your legs, like me, invest in some seriously funky pattered jeans or leggings. Aria prefers stream-lined shapes and lots of layers, so be prepared to pile it on. Double your cardigans, belt your dresses/tops, wear long-sleeved tees under your dresses. Make sure that you balance your outfit out though; no need to have chunky layers on the top and the bottom. Try a couple of tops with some serious jewellery and skinnys, or a floral skirt with a loose cardigan and tight (but not slutty. Think flattering ladies.) flattering top.

Remember that fashion is about your interpretation. You're not Aria - unless you are blessed enough to be Lucy Hale or her doppleganger - and you need to make this style yours. Its like wearing your mums old stuff. You either look like a little girl trying to ber her mum, like you are wearing your mums clothes - or you funk it up, and add a belt and hat and rock it!

Fashion away, xxxEm

ME

So after my hello, you are all just dyyyyyiiing to know more about me, right? So right know I'm supposed to be studying for froggie and geoggers, but however, I can tell you a little about myself.

Firstly, I am small. I think I'm 5"3, 57kg and a size 10. IN AUSTRALIA SILLY. I don't know what that is in America... I thinks its like a 6. You Englishmen can look it up yourselves.

My hair is a weird dark blonde - almost brown. I cut it chort about 4 months ago, and now it sits below my collarbones. And I have a shitload of it. My skin is like, white. No joke. There's beautiful exotic skin, tanned skin, fake orange skin, normal skin-coloured skin, peachy coloured skin, there's the idiots that call themselves pale, there's the poor people who actually are pale... THEN THERES ME. I get burnt in the shade, when I'm wearing sunscreen. No fun. My eyes are a weird colour too... they're like blue, green and grey, and the colour alternates between all three. Today they are green. Weird, I told you. I have no cheekbones, if you can imagine that. Can't you tell my fabulosity is breaking?

Secondly, now you can imagine the person who owns the obnoxious voice that is talking to you, there is my personality. As stated earlier, I can't stand bitchy. If you read my profile, you'd know that I like books, mainstream music and funny movies. Not meaning to brag, but I'm not all that dumb. I'm particularly fond of History and Maths, but if anyone talks Physics to me, I'll go ballisticamus. I'm one of those weird debatey kids, who you really don't want to argue with. I like being on my own, but every says I'm an extrovert, so yeah... confusing.

Thirdly, having trouble with the weird way I talk? When I was little, I read the Georgia Nicolson books. Okay, so I was 11, but they kind of had an impact. Fast way to disect my talk? Go to: http://www.georgianicolson.com/definitions_new.html It might help. I can sew, so I love to make things. My personal style is quite odd... I love bohemian and edgy and vintage, but never really have the guts to wear it. Any tips here would be appreciated. I guess you could say my style is very Aria, but more basic and with more pants. I have a friend who loves all things girly and cute, so I stay off that; that and babydoll dresses, pink and frills make me look like an actual doll.

I'm an ex-calisthenics girl, ex-gymnast, ex-jazz dancer and ex-ballet dancer. Flexible? Yes. I take singing lessons and piano lessons and I used to play the bassoon. I work at McDonalds. Would you like fries with that?

So thats me. If you could be bothered reading my synopsis, well done. If you skipped to this part, well... can't say I blame you. xxxEm

Hello!

Hello Darlings! My name's Em, and I am fabulous. And obviously very modest. Okay, so not really, but now you have to keep reading, because otherwise my fabulousness will decrease. Do it for the fabulousness, you know you want to. I'm 16, and I live on the coast of Victoria, Australia. In case you were wondering, that does not mean I surf. It does however mean that I can perve on all the gorgeous surfers... But I wouldn't do that. I'm far too virtuous. Cough cough.

So.... really, this is awkward, because no one is really going to ever read this, are they? I'm really writing to get my random ramblings onto the blog-o-sphere. Join the hoards, you know? Use my amazing English skills. (Like I said, modesty. Definately a strong point for me.) This blog is for me, no one else. Here you'll find (if you look hard enough and my dedication continues... gulp) things that I think are pretty, random, awesome or inspiring.

However, before I start blogging away, I need to set a few things straight. I love talking to people, don't get me wrong. People are inspirational, amazing. But I can't stand bitchy. Uhuh. No thanks. Don't like me? Fine. You can take your skinny little ass off my blog. Go hate elsewhere. BUT BUT BUT if I offend you in anyway - I mean this is all seriousness. If I say anything that upsets anyone because it had innuendos I didn't mean or see - feel free to message me, or post something or whatever you do on this damn thing. Deadly serious. No hate please, my fragile fabulousness won't cope.

So I'll start to post away. I'm actually supposed to be studying for my exams.... oops. Thanks to any (insane but lovely) person who follows me. xxxEm.