Thursday, December 30, 2010

Two Days .........

Well the D-day for no-clothes-buying-for-a-whole-year (with three exceptions: australia/charity thing I'm organising/pregnancy) is near.

I bought two plain t's today. Grey and green. They'll go with most things.

I've deleted all my 'favourites' on Trade Me (gulp). BUT there are two vintage pieces closing on the 3rd of Jan which if I can get for under $10 each I'd be super stoked.

My question is .... if I put a buy now bid on them now will it count as buying clothing next year?

Tuesday, December 28, 2010


Oh my gosh, the panic has set in.
I have only three days left before I embark on my year of not buying clothing.
The terror has set in.
I have three beautiful vintage pieces on my Trade Me watchlist and the auctions all end in the New Year so I won't be able to buy them! *tear*

With fear pulsing through my shopaholic veins there is only one thing left for me to do: SHOP!

Today I'm off to Witchery in Smith & Caughey's with maybe a blat down to Jeans West and Glassons. I will shop in my lunch hour (or two hours) til I drop!!!

I will pump money into the economy!!

Hmmm, that makes me wonder ... what will happen next year with me out of the retail loop? Will the economy collapse?

Monday, December 27, 2010

Dear Red Wine

Dear Red Wine,

Why do you look so good?
All dark red and alluring.
Glinting at me through the glass.
Enticing me to take a sip and another sip .... oh and one more sip for good measure.
Until there are no more sips to take.

Dear Self,
Why do you have no resistance to this cherry coloured strumpet?
Why do you let it seduce you?

Dear Head.
Please stop throbbing.

I'd like to blame my constant jaw clenching for this headache but I do suspect the cause of it is the red wine that was consumed last night with my lovely neighbours.

No dresses today. Just denim and cotton.

Need. Nurofen. Now.

Sunday, December 26, 2010

Lazy day dress

This dress was given to me by a friend at work. And it quickly became a favourite.

It's bright and breezy, perfect for warm summer days just lazing about doing nothing.

The only set back is that it's quite short ... so I have to remember not to bend over to pull weeds out of the garden otherwise the neighbours will end up getting a free peep show!

Saturday, December 25, 2010

Christmas Casual

Aaah Christmas.
A day of food.
And presents!!
Also a day of changeable weather, that's if you live in New Zealand of course.
Yes it can be stinking hot leading up to the day that the birth of the sweet baby Jesus is celebrated, but in a flash it can turn like a premenstrual woman and be nippy round the pippy.
This Christmas it just chose to be even tempered (in the Waikato at least), mainly cloudy with hints of sun every now and then.
So what does one wear?
A cool and casual shirt dress. Nice but not too fancy. Cool but still covering enough flesh to keep you warm.
Admittedly I changed into jeans and a jumper once the sun dropped, but the Summer Of Dresses only occurs when it feels summery.
Great day though ... wish I was given presents every day *sigh*

Thursday, December 23, 2010

The Christmas Butterfly

It's the day before Christmas and I'm off to work.
In a dark and cold windowless office.

But that's not going to stop me from getting my summer on!!

I bought this dress on a whim and it's its first outing.

I'm not entirely sure how I feel about it ...
But I do know that I feel like a big orange butterfly!

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Dress Number One - The Fancy Fancy

I love this dress.

I bought it from Witchery and it was quite the experience.

After trying on lots of dresses and looking terrible in them the terribly sophisticated French sales lady took pity on me and brought me a dress to try on. One that I would never have picked. And I adore it. It's got this whole Grecian draping thing going on up top.

At the time she also tried to sell me a $90 black belt to wear. As if. The dress itself was on special for that price, no way was I spending $90 on a black strip. So I wandered down to Glassons and picked up a 24.95 belt. Much nicer on the wallet and I think it looks lovely with the dress, giving it an edge while giving me a bit of shape.

I wore it out to my beloved's birthday dinner and it'll get another outing next year at a friends wedding. Can't wait!!

The Summer of Dresses

After years of living in shorts and jeans and denim skirts teamed with a t-shirt for summer I've decided it's time to change it up.

I'm in my 30's now, I need to project a more grown up look. And how do I plan to do that?

By wearing dresses.

In the last month or so I've been on a mission to accumulate lots of dresses to wear through summer (and hopefully winter). I've bought modern dresses, vintage dresses, lord-knows-when-they-were-made dresses and so far I love ALL of them.

So this summer (what's left of it) I plan to share with you my dresses in all their glory.

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Oh Christmas Tree ...

Oh Christmas Tree.
Oh Christmas Tree.
Your piney smell avoids us.

Yep, we were all set to put up a real tree this year but work got in the way. As well as slack as Christmas Tree selling folk who clearly couldn't be bothered selling their wares after 5.30pm when the majority of working people actually have the time to forage for a tree. Grrrr. What is the world coming to?

So we bought a fake tree.

A white one.

And I love it.

The only thing is I wish they created Christmas lights using white wire/plastic/whatever it's called cause the green wire/plastic/whatever it's called is ruining my trees minimalistic look.

Still, Merry Christmas!! And while it's highly unlikely to be a white Christmas EVER in NZ, it's going to be a sort of white Christmas at our house : )

Saturday, November 27, 2010

I think my cat is a hippy

It has come to my attention of late that my cat - Mr Alfred Mao (not like Chairman it's just the sound he makes) - is a hippy.

While other cats are off hunting birds at this time of year my cat is hunting plastic bottle tops.

Lord knows why but he loves them

I often hear the catflap bang followed by the frantic mao's of a cat who has caught a bird and wants you to know how amazing he/she is.

However we are not presented with a feathered friend in the last throws of life, we are presented with a plastic top. Normally the blue rings you'll find attached to a bottle of milk, but most recently a purple top - lord knows where it came from.

We then have to praise Maofraido for his mighty hunting abilities before he bats it about like other cats play with a dying bird.

We wonder if he's had an altercation with a bigger stronger birdie?

But if he hasn't it begs the question, is my cat a hippy?
Or is he just a pussy?

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Breaking the news

Today I went into the wonderful Jeans West on Queen Street to buy new jeans to replace my beloved Tsubi's. I ended up going for the 'buttlifter flare' - very nice, very kind on the butt.

While there they tried to get me to buy another pair of jeans "2 for $100". I said no, I have more jeans than I need, in fact I have too many clothes, two wardrobes, half a duchess and a floors full worth. They then suggested I peruse the two for $35 tops, which I did until I remembered that I have too many tops.

Back at the counter I then had to break the news that next year they will not see me as I will not be buying any clothing at all (barring the Aussie trip). They took the news well. In fact i suspect they could've cared less, though they did their best to appear interested. I love their staff, so well trained and so good at their jobs.

I'm so going to miss them next year.

Saturday, October 9, 2010

The summer of salad and spuds

My dearly beloved told me the other night that he would happily eat salads five nights a week. Which is awesome because I'm getting into this whole nutritious faze where I want to actually eat 5+ a day.

Then the other morning I woke up with a craving for a hawaiian baked potato - basically a baked potato smothered in coleslaw, pineapple, ham and a little cheese and sour cream. So I made it and it was divine!

Then I got to thinking about how few dishes you use when you make a baked potato and a salad and how much happier my husband would be if he didn't have to wash loads of pans and utensils every day.

With all these thoughts and ideas swirling in my head it all became very obvious ...

This summer we are eating baked potatoes or salads, with the odd fancy meal thrown in.

So tonight I'm making nacho mix (beans, mince, herbs and spices) and we'll have nachos tonight, but tomorrow night i'll use the leftovers to make a mexican baked potato - YUM!!

Friday, October 8, 2010

A clothing disaster!!

I love my Tsubi jeans. Love love love!
They were bought for a bargain A$90 reduced from $300 and they have served me well.
Until now.
I noticed this week the zip was a bit gammy but thought nothing of it.
Then last night I discovered that the zip wasn't gammy it was BROKEN!!!! And I'd be unknowingly flashing my knickers to my workmates and my suburb for the last week.
But what guts me THE MOST is that there is no point in replacing the zip as holes are appearing in the inner thighs and on the bum.
Yes I'm still allowed to buy clothing for another three months BUT I was hoping my jeans would see me through the no-clothes-draught til the end of next year.

*sigh* now I have to go find a pair of boyfriend jeans that don't make me look like I've got an elephants arse.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Life without clothes shopping

I love clothes shopping.

I love buying clothing from Trade Me.
I love browsing through vintage stores, taking in that fusty old smell and imagining who would've worn the really ugly tartan skirt in an unflattering a-line style.
I love buying new cheap t-shirts from Glassons and Valley Girl.
I love it when the girls at Jeans West treat me like a doll and have me trying on lots of things I'd never wear in a million years.


Yes I am bloody shallow but I'm ok with that.

However something changed the other day. or maybe in was had an article about saving money. And it turns out not buying clothing for a whole year is a good way of doing that.

It got me thinking about my two wardrobes stuffed with clothing (and shoes and handbags and scarves). It got me thinking about how my clothing has started to infiltrate my husbands drawers and how piles of clothing litter our bedroom and our spare room. Then it got me thinking that maybe I ought to give not shopping for a year a try. That thought scared the bejeesus out of me. But I do like a challenge.

SO, i do decree that as of January 1st I will not buy any clothing (shoes don't count, nor do handbags) for one whole year. The only TWO exceptions are one, if i go to the Gold Coast to see the family, cause apart from eating and seeing the family the only other thing to do over there is shop. And the second exception would be if I was to get pregnant, then i'd have to buy maternity jeans and billowy tops.

OH! Third exception, if someone buys me clothing as a present.

One year without new or used clothing entering my home. Thank God I've got two and a half months to prepare.

Monday, June 7, 2010

Who needs Hell?

Ever since our local Hell pizza outlet closed down I've had to make do with Dominos.
Don't get me wrong, Dominos is good ... but it's not exactly gourmet.

What's a girl to do?

Make her own gourmet pizzas!!

Admittedly it's not as quick as ordering pizza, especially as I make my own bases ... but the end product is so worth it.

Tonight I made the classic brie/cranberry/chicken pizza as well as a poor man's "Brimstone" - chicken, chilli sauce, sour cream, onion. Yum.

Best of all there was enough left over for lunch tomorrow : )

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Baby On Board, Don't Beep.

One day while driving home from work my boyfriend and I pulled up behind a car.

A car that had a sticker on the back that read "don't beep, baby on board".

Now I understand that people might have to have a "baby on board" sticker so that if there's a car crash or the car unexpectedly bursts into flames then the firemen or policemen will then know to look for this precious bundle of joy.

However, I could not help but wonder, where did those parents get off expecting people not to beep just because their little angel was asleep.

Now I was prepared to just have that mini rant in my head and let it go, until my boyfriend pointed it out.

And in pointing it out he unleashed the fury.

Seriously, though, when you live in a huge city with what feels like a billion cars hurtling down motorways, speeding through urban streets and racing round roundabouts, how can you expect people not to beep?? What shall we do if we see another car about to crash into us? Shall we whisper ever so quietly "excuse me, but I fear you haven't used your side mirrors or looked over your shoulder before merging into my lane as it seems you're about to do a thousand dollars worth of damage to my car". Or perhaps we should hold up a sign saying "please don't break suddenly again for no reason as i'm scared that next time I will run into your cars bum and potentially have my legs crushed by my steering column".

On top of that, if they're so serious about their baby not waking up from it's peaceful little sleep, what the hell are they doing bringing it into the middle of the city!?!!?! Loonies rant on side corners, hormone ridden teens yell at each other saying things like "see you later" or "you love so n so" or "i'm going to f****n punch you if you don't shut up", people with too much cash and not enough brains rock round in souped up cars with the bass pumping so loud your own car vibrates in a nearly pleasurable way. ... my point being: a baby could sleep through all of that ruckus, but it could not sleep through one harmless little beep?

A harmless little beep that could be used to save that little baby from being whammed into by another car???

Fine then. Baby on board, don't beep. When i see that truck not seeing you while crossing into the next lane, I'll make extra sure i pay attention to your officious little sign and do exactly what it says.

I won't beep.

Sunday, May 30, 2010

And they say Gordon Ramsay can cook ...

You've got to love Tana Ramsay's lamb shanks. So easy to make and totally delicious!

If I was a better person they'd be steamed green veg or a salad, but a tin of tomatoes and mashed spuds are vegatable enough for me!

Saturday, May 29, 2010

A moment on the hips ...

"A moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips".

When i was 16 those portentous words were spoken to me by a workmate in her 30's at a store I was working in.

I was probably munching through another bag of chips or more McDonalds at the time.

And when she mentioned those words to be how I did scoff, in between scoffing back the food. I was NEVER like going to gain weight. I didn't like gain weight now despite all the delicious crap i eat, so there was no way i was going to like ever gain weight in the future. I mean like, she might, like, totally gain weight, but like, there was totally no way that was ever like going to happen to me.


16 year old Kellie, there's a reason that with age comes wisdom, apparently, and there's a reason that you should respect your elders.

Because the day that I turned 25 something mysterious happened to my metabolism. It started to slowly disappear. And every year it appeared to retract further from my body. It was like some black hole was sucking it from me.

And it wasn't til I gained a good eight kilograms that i realised something had to be done. Did I stop eating crap? Hell no! Did I start exercising? Double hell no!! Did i just eat less crap? Yes. And for a while in my late 20's that worked. Then 29 hit and love hit and love fat hit and BAM back to 64kgs. So unfair. And this time no amount of eating less crap would work. I had to break out the big guns. The fruit and vege troops were called in to accompany the skinless chicken and mostly fat free red meat I had introduced into my diet.

But did this work? A little. But not so much.

It turns out the big guns aren't always big enough,. Sometimes you have to call in a nuclear bomb. Or as I call it, exercise.

Like a maniac I worked out. Walking here. Getting on a cross trainer there. Giving myself carpet burn everytime I did a pushup or a situp or a sit-still-and-wish-to-die.

And despite the healthy eating, despite the exercise, i couldn't seem to nudge more than a kg off the bod.

Admittedly the sneaky burger and tidbit of chocolate here and there didn't help, but one would think 40 minutes of hard out exercise a day would do something!

Double sigh.

So today I have all but given up. I do a bit of exercise when I feel like it. I still try and eat well, but I see no point in not eating the things I enjoy. The weight seems to be holding at a steady yet unmentionable number. And while I wish i had paid more attention to my elder, wiser coworker of years past. I think of all the burgers and chocolate and lollies and fizzy I consumed while maintaining my weight. And I think that nine years of dieting versus a lifetime of gluttony and curviness was worth it.

A moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips, and oh what wonderfully happy hips they are.

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How do I feel? Nervous.
Putting myself out there makes me extremely uncomfortable.
But one thing I've learnt this year is that sometimes in life you have to put yourself out there.

So here goes ...

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