I've been totally consumed by the British General Election this week. Not that there's anything to be consumed by, because frankly it was a unenthusiastic draw. Blah.
Then, to my horror I noticed that my earlobes are uneven! I am fully aware that this is quite a weird body hang-up, but I noticed the other night and now I'm obsessed. Maybe I could start a J-Lo butt surgery phenomena with earlobe cosmetic surgery?!!
Also, I am just over one week away from finishing with this essay headache (cue unnecessary premature celebration), so by next Monday I will be seriously happy...
I promise though, blogfriends, that my smile will be less creepy (and also I do not, repeat NOT, look like a bald Quasimodo)
Do you want to some gorgeousness on this ridiculously overcast Sunday morning?
Here's some drapey, summery fitness in the form of Australian designer Bianca Spender
Now, do you see the love? I would happily own all of these outfits. They just fit so beautifully. I put the Mustard Yellow maxi at the end because the punch of colour is amazing. It's like summer in a dress, isn't it?
Some of the gorgeous models backstage:
All Bianca Spender photos: Vogue.au
Notice the strange furry/feathery eyebrows. You can't notice it so much in the runway photos because of the distance but it's rather strange, isn't it? I quite like it though. It's like Fashion meets 'Where the Wild Things are'. Surreal, and pretty cool considering the importance of the outdoors life/nature in Australia. (Also, notice the lovely lovely lovely drapey goodness! Mmmmm!)
Work was pretty okay this weekend (this, despite being lacklustre, is a significant improvement over most shifts). There was this group of teenage boys in yesterday. They couldn't have been older than fifteen, and that's an extremely generous estimation. They looked like Justin Bieber's younger, British and more bratty younger brothers (yuck!). And I noticed one of them was wearing a tee with this motif:
Yes. He was FIFTEEN (at best).
I mean that shirts slogan isn't funny at the best of times, but on him? Are you kidding me? To cement this observation of how young he was, he tried buying an 18 certificate game, got coldly refused service (I mean, seriously) and then bought A BADGE. A mainstay for all kids everywhere. They normally read something like 'You don't Understand Me' or 'I <3 Chemical Romance' but he (being of advanced mind, see t-shirt slogan above) probable bought something like 'I love boobs' or something equally unfunny/offensive. So yeah. Tool.
So, loverrrrs this ends my Sunday ramblings. Have a lovely day xo