That's How I Roll

I’ve mentioned my friend’s opinion platform blog, The Soapbox (where anyone can contribute) before. I have also contributed several articles.

For the past couple of weeks, I have been contributing a fashion page consisted of the best fashion news from around the web. To be honest I have just decided to take one of my favourite activities of reading fashion blogs and condensing it so I can share with others. (If you want to read it, it’s called What Kate Did and I update it at least once a week).

Last week I wrote about the model of the moment Sessilee Lopez. And I’m not sure how, but she found it and commented on it on her official blog.

I don’t mean to brag and stuff but this kinda makes us besties. That’s just how I roll.

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Monday's Mantra

This week is all about finding money between the sofa cushions.
I believe I'm going to stand up for myself.
I'm addicted to Will & Grace. Working my way through the series.
I wish choosing and outfit for work could be so much simpler.
I jealous of people who don't have 357 follow-up emails in their inbox.
Soundtrack/Mantra for the Week Dare You To Move

Suddenly...

... I feel so much better. I have my latte and I just got this email:



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Stroppy Cow

This has been one of those weird weeks where I don’t feel like myself. Something seems off. I have also been told countless times I look tired, pasty and unhappy. And yet I am not doing anything different. In fact I have had some discoveries.

Firstly I discovered that some cars can mount pavements and the drivers can park in spaces less than a minute away from their homes. Some cars try to mount the pavement, roll off, try again and then hear tyres being damaged. Then said car and its driver are forced to driver around for what seems like an eternity looking for another parking space. In the end it’s like you have parked in an entirely different suburb and then still have to make the pilgrimage to your flat. Can you guess which car I have.

I also found out which is worse, bad hair day, fat day and bad skin day. Bad hair days are manageable. So are fat days. But nothing can compare to a bad skin day. When your hair is going all wiggy, you can still wear a hat, attempt a chic chignon or do a messy pony tail. When you’re having a fat day, you can wear your period pants or a dress and at least look a little better. When you have a monster pimple on your face you lose all will to live. Or at least I do. It feels like people are constantly looking at chin and shuddering. My face, overnight, has become the poster child for anti-acne products. My poor concealer is working overtime.

I’m going to stop with the woe-is-me thing in a minute. Mostly because I hate when people call you tired when you’ve had a good eight hours sleep. But also because I’m going to treat myself to a Vida trip. I feel like I deserve a latte. Not that I ever needed a reason to have a coffee break before but it’s so much nicer when you “feel” like you have earned.

Have a great afternoon! It’s almost time for the weekend!

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Am I The Only One...

...who finds utterly annoying when coworkers come up to your desk, look at you and then knock on what seems to be an invisible door and then wait for you to say "Come in."

I wish I could cower behind said invisible door and pretend not to be in like I do when my mom's weird friends came to visit and she wasn't home.

What's even more annoying is when they ask after knocking "Anybody home?"

Jeez Louise.

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A Women's Right To Shoes

Isn’t it amazing that no matter how bad you are feeling, whether it be a bad hair day or a fat day, a little shopping does wonders for your self-esteem. Skinny Bitches hit the shops yesterday for some much-needed retail therapy. As our bank accounts do not reflect those as trust fund babies we were limited in what we could buy. Saying that, we still managed to get some fabulous stuff. Now the problem is, I’m really eager to go shopping again but I have to be a grownup about it.

Being a grownup means paying things like rent, utilities and credit card first. Then it’s the matter of putting your gym, groceries and petrol money aside. Then finally you’re left with what is a teeny tiny amount on which you’re meant to be a social butterfly and still look awesome in a new dress. Normally I’d forgo the new dress for going out more. I have a fabulous roomie who has a closet full of clothes I can borrow. And due to the fact I’m vertically challenged and she’s not, all her sexy tops can be worn as dresses. That means I have tripled the number of dresses at my disposal.

This month however I need to get some new shoes. I absolutely love the fact that a pair of shoes can make an outfit. I used to have really nice shoes. Now I sorta have nice shoes. You see I’m a firm believer in dressing up no matter the occasion (unless it’s the gym then I look fug). So everyday to work I wear something that takes more effort than pulling a pair of jeans and a the first t-shirt without stains on. And I always make an effort with my shoes. As a result my once pretty red stilettos, purple, pewter, navy blue, black, sparkly brown, baby pink, green, beige open toe, white, red peep-toe, red peep-toe with detail, black wedges, black pointy, black pointy with diamante, white with the ankle strap, black ankle boots, black knee-length boots, brown knee-length boots and black pointy with ankle ribbon ties are all damaged.

And I need new ones. Dilemma is, which ones do I get. I could get some new versions of the damaged kinds above but I feel I want to experiment. I’m loving the new-look gladiators. They aren’t as scary as the ones that came out a few years ago. And am also loving shoes with bits of details whether it be flowers or bows. Studs are also the hot thing right now. But I’m not sure I’m that kind of girl. More importantly I could never pull that off. I ventured to Net-A-Porter and found these beauties. Obviously there is no way I afford them but am hoping to find some local equivalents. What do you think?

Christian Louboutin

Rupert Sanderson

Valentino

Jimmy Choo

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Monday's Mantra*

This week I'm getting paid. Hurrah!
I believe payday is the best and worst day of the month.
I'm addicted to walking past the perfume shop so I can keep my Henry Cavill obsession going.
I wish Green Eyes would stop it with the denial, Henry Cavill is mine! (I wish Blue Eyes wasn't so delusional - Green Eyes).
I'm jealous of the woman who obviously has too much money because she can afford to ride a motorbike in Louboutins.
Soundtrack/Mantra for the week Total Eclipse of the Heart

* My new excuse for posting pictures of Henry Cavill (from JustJared)

I Want!

Look at these amazing ankle boots by Roberto Cavalli. And they're on sale at theOutnet.com.

That trust fund would come in handy right about now!

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Feeling Bleh

I have absolutely no desire to do anything except check out my Facebook and eat cupcakes. Which means my blogging material is running low.

I blame the weekend. Actually make that the kick ass weekend. It was so much fun and that has been a big problem. You see last week was hectic work-wise. So all I could do was think about the weekend. Then it arrived and went in a blur of awesomeness. I want another one.

We started off the weekend by dressing like ladies and meeting the gang at Planet Bar. When I'm a proper grown up I am so totally going to spend a month's salary on a room at the Mount Nelson. On Saturday we went for spa treatments, which was more pain than pampering but any lady knows those waxes need to be done. Then it was time for some shopping. Saturday ended with a visit from the gays and dancing at Assembly (which is where all the hot guys have been hiding, why did no one tell me this). On Sunday, we all had brekkie and the mandatory visit to the parental units (more for the free lunch and "shopping" in the pantry). The evening was dedicated to cupcakes and Sex & The City.

Now I'm back at work and only the thought of the upcoming holiday is keeping me going. Wait that's actually a lie. There is one other thing. I was walking in Gardens Centre when suddenly I stopped at the fragrance shop. There in the window was a poster for what is now my new favourite obsession.



Henry Cavill for Dunhill. O.M.F.G I may need a napkin.

(If you want to feel happy all over, you can watch the advert for the fragrance as well here. Enjoy!)

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Monday's Mantra

This week I will be more organised.
I believe weekends are way too short.
I'm addicted to those damn prawn chips (again!).
I wish my life was an 80s brat pack movie.
I'm jealous of people with loads of cash to blow on nights out partying.
Soundtrack/Mantra for the week Just Can't Get Enough