Timewarp; May 27

So May 27, another possibly insignificant day to you. But it meant something to me. May 27 2011 was a friday night, it was the last friday night of the holidays, it was my friend Jemma's 22nd birthday party. It was also the day I dress as a navy woman in the most adorable nautical dress in the history of my wardrobe.

Now that it was almost a month ago I don't remember the details of the night. In fact besides the little sketch of my outfit in my journal there's just one line "---- kissed me!"

So, a seemingly normal day for many was a day of butterflies in my stomach and wide eyes. A day of daydreams and wonder. A day when I got to, if just for a moment, get to bump lips with a man I've had a crush on for a while. I think it was definitely the outfits doing...

Dress: Nautical themed Gossip Girl dress from eBay.

Shoes: Red twist flats from Target.

Red belt from Temt.

Skin-colour stockings.

Vintage Pearl Necklace from my mother.

Red Lipstick by Clinique.

In any event I had a great night out, and I didn't even drink! (Mostly because I was/am broke)

We had drinks at Aroma Garden (or the Usual Place) and then much later, migrated to the Valley to go dancing. I don't remember the club we went to at first but we ended up in Kaliber, which plays the music of our youth, but that's about it's only good point, it's a favourite bar of my friends and she wanted to dance.

The lowlight of my evening was a rather large woman stomping (for lack of a more appropriate word) on my foot in her high heels at the bar. The bruise stayed there for weeks.

The highlight came when I was waiting for the train station to open for the 3:5o AM train, and I saw one of my friends from Uni step out of the bushes behind the HotDog stand on his phone. When I talked to him he told me he'd spent his night going into every strip club in the Valley looking for his friend.

All in all it was a wonderful night. I enjoyed myself, while sober and had a good dance. Laughed at some of the pick-up lines some of the blokes used on me, related to my outfit. But I'll save them for the "Pick Up Lines You Should Never Use On Me Again" rant I plan to write sometime soon.

Until then. Much Love.

The Longest Night

Today, well tonight actually, is the longest night of the year for those of us lucky enough to be dwelling south of the Equator, yes, the Winter Solstice.

Meán Geimhridh as the ancient Celts called it, Midwinter. In Australia the Calender Seasons and the actual seasons never actually match up so the Winter Solstice can't really be called Midwinter for us, it is at least the Longest Night.

I've grown up celebrating the Solstice every year, with my neighbours throwing a party on the Saturday directly after. It's one of my favourite times of year, with food and candle decorating, songs and stories and spiral that we all walk down, placing our candles, lighting the way for the sun to return to the world.

Now that I've moved a state away and am studying I don't get to go to the Solstice and it's such a shame, I miss it and the ceremony attached to it. I miss making a candle every year, and eating a variety of delicious vegetarian food. I miss being five and playing hide and seek upstairs while the warmth of the fire filled the house and the adults sang and chanted below us. I miss mucking around with the instruments. I miss hearing the story of Persephone even though I learnt it by heart. I miss the feeling the night gave me, a sense of wonder and content.

I miss running through the garden in the moonlight.

Adam and Alannah getting ready for the Solstice, 2009.

Jason and Kassie getting ready at my house, 2009.

So this year I have my own celebration. (Last year I had class until 9 PM) This year I burn incense and say a prayer, I listen to music I haven't heard in years, I light my lanterns and wear beads in my hair. This year I wear my long black crush velvet skirt that was my mothers during the day and have curly hair. This year I sneak outside at midnight in the chill of the night and say a prayer to the Moon and the Earth and the things that Be and I light a candle and write a poem.

This year I have my own party, with sparklers and marshmallows and fire twirling and jelly shots and Tribal costumes and all my best friends and we will laugh and dance and throw roast marshmallows at each other and paint our faces. And we won't forget the night for a long time to come.

A picture I copied from a photo I saw on Tumblr, using it as the poster for my Solstice/Tribal party.

I'll leave you with a couple more old photo's from the Solstice in 2009. (The last one I went to) it rained and everyone who stayed overnight was flooded in, which meant Kesselle was stuck at my house for a few days and I got time off school.

Alannah making her candle, 2009

Me making candles, 2009

May the Earth Mother guide you on the path and the spirits be kind to you.

May the longest night bring you the sweetest dreams.

Blessed be.

The Life and Death of Mo Black

So over the summer holidays I got really bored one day. Mostly because it was raining and I'd finished reading the massive stack of library books I'd borrowed and we had no power to watch TV, but I digress... So over the summer holidays I got bored, and I decided to start working on a comic.

I only got through the introductory chapter and as it was spontaneous there was no planning so it generally sucks, so I won't show it to you. Maybe one day, when all the adults are dead...

In case you aren't observant I'll let you know, it's called: The Life and Death of Mo Black. The story is about a girl named Mohanna Black who writes stories based of her dreams, and is being stalked by a semi invisible guy or something. Basically she is actually living several different lives at once in various universes and is consciously connected to them all. Needless to say that sets her apart and the usual mysterious operation watching over all of that kind of stuff want to get rid of her, or study her or whatever.

Anyway, blah blah blah cliché story fodder.

Last holidays I made a cover page/chapter cover for the comic out of boredom and to get to know the characters better. Also for practice.

The pictures you see aren't of Mo and her friends in their usual attire, since the story mainly takes place in the regular world, but are of the fantasy world versions. Yup. I was just that bored.

So I introduce to you the three main characters:

Mohanna Black, age 17, writer, dreamer, pale, shy, innocent, weird knowledge of random things.

Kahli, one of Mo's best friends, arrogant, headstrong, loyal, tough, kind, fierce, protective.

(I don't think I want her to have red hair... I'm thinking dark hair, and darker skin)

Andrea, Mo's other best friend, silent, observant, thinker, calm, intelligent, athletic, foreign (lol)

So there they are. I know that there is a lot going wrong, anatomically, colour-wise and just generally in these pictures, but I'm aware and I don't want to talk about it.

Sincere Regards.

Oh and all copyright for story, characters, blah blah blah mine. Etc. We won't argue about this, I know my rights.

Washington Washington!!!

Brad Neely is a genius. I haven't gotten the George Washington song out of my head for days...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l7iVsdRbhnc&feature=feedf

If you want to watch it. And you do.

What makes me mad is that some guy has uploaded the song, and not credited it properly and it has more views than the original. Stupid credit stealing effwits make me rage.

But that's okay because I've now studied law and I know what I can sue people for, unsurprisingly it's a lot. Who knew?

Off that tangent pony now. Who knew American history was so exciting? I was amazed and impressed.

Did you know George Washington had a pocket full of horses? And a wig for his wig? Or that he once held an opponents wife's hand... in a jar of acid... at a party.

Also the art style is unique and funny. It works exceptionally well paired with the hilarious lyrics and music.

Watch his other videos at TheRealBradNeely's Channel on Youtube.

Timewarp: May 26

While May 26 may not stand out in your mind as a particularly significant day it does in mine.

No not for anything culturally significant. Nor for anything particularly exciting that happened. In fact May 26 was essentially a non-event.

But I did look totally hot.

So I'd been watching a lot of Ru Pauls Drag Race (season 2) and was inspired by

Raven's make up. Trying something different I opted to use my liquid eyeliner around my whole eye in a Cleopatra meets an emo kind of way. But totally chic.

Anyway, I straightened my hair, darkened my eyebrows, did my eyes and prepared to get dressed in what one can only call a true masterpiece of an outfit.

I present to the court; A purple semi-batwing shirt, with a black lace back and shoulders.

A black vintage velvet maxi skirt of the most delicious kind, newly acquired from my mothers wardrobe.

And my black wedge boots that make me a million times taller and don't hurt my feet.

And accessories.

Anyway, I went shoe shopping with Lexi and Cassie M and a couple of the MTG boys. It was pretty fun, Myer has some ludicrously expensive and unattractive shoes. But wow, did it have some beautiful ones. My favourite were a pair of heels that reminded me of french holidays, and the 50's and the beach and picnics and so on. They were absolutely divine! I just go

ogled them and they're actually the Christian Louboutin red plaid heels. $145 apparently. So beautiful but kind of uncomfortable looking...

The red plaid heels in question.

A blue alternative to their red counterpart.

Blue polka dot satin slingbacks.

(Not at the store, but I found them while googling CL and they're also divine!)

Afterwards I went to get my bra size checked because I've grown (and I have successfully levelled up again) and now can't even buy bras at Kmart. (which sucks because Kmart has surprisingly attractive bras)

Now before you tell my back my shit up, I want to make a point. (Puts on glasses, is now a Professor, cos it works like that.) Most women don't wear the right sized bra, and I know that's a poster quote if ever I said one, but hey, it's important to get checked, and regularly

too. (I mean in the space of a few weeks my friend went from a 12DD to a 12E to an 8GG.) Your body changes a lot more than you think it does and you need to take care of yourself. Also I really like buying pretty underwear.

Also we watched Pirates of the Caribbean 4; On Stranger Tides. The Serene the mermaid was so gorgeous, and the priest was hot, but really gumby. And I don't mean GUMBY. He just kept getting himself stabbed and stuff. It was kind of ridiculous.

But it was good. Probably not as good as the others, but still good. Besides. Jack Sparrow is both Pirate and Ninja.

Made eyes at a handsome glasses clad man at the train station. He was reading the newspaper and kept glancing at me. It was special.

Muchos Love and pink noses.

I said Brr! It's cold in here.

So there I am, 10:30 in the morning - unbeknownst to me I have accidentally bumped on the stove top with a pan sitting on it (but that was just a touch of well placed foreshadowing and doesn't actually fit with the story I am telling) - so like I said, there I was, 10:30 in the morning and I'm in my room, putting on one of my favourite op-shop dresses when I reach for something and Bam! Pow! Cartoon Bullet noises. The top three buttons comprising the breast region in it's vast entirety go flying off around the room. Literally ricocheting off the walls. While the irony of the moment was not lost on me (and irony never is because I am a hipster) I just could not laugh.

So what do I do?

I put on thigh high grey socks, high-waisted short-shorts and a blue checked singlet dress designed for midgets and I set forth into the world.

And yes, for the sake of the fire safety and cautionary tales I went into the kitchen to see a pan glowing red and realised that I had bumped the heat on and almost destroyed our only fry pan (the other being the size of a small plate) so quick as Flash Gordon in the sack (or so they say) I removed it from the heat and tossed it in the sink. Only to be driven into the corner by much hissing and spitting. (But fear not, it was just water and not the neighbours cat sitting in the sink and now singed of all it's fluffy grey fur.)

So I left a note for my housemates and ran for the train, because today I have concept art and I refuse to be late for concept art because it is the best course I have ever done, and it's only week two. (In fact concept art is so great that from now on it will be given capital letters. Concept Art. Looks better anyway) and so I dashed to the train, sans home-packed lunch and I made it in time. But it wasn't until I got there that I realised that it's only 11 degrees today.

Bailey was rugged up in approximately 20 layers and was colder than me at that point.

But fear not my devout and non-existent readers; I later bought leggings with my gift card. And put my thin op-shop bought army jacket in an unobtrusive but somehow still offensive olive green on. (I wore it to be ironic.) It was a vast improvement.

After Uni we went to Aroma Gardens i.e. The Usual Haunt and had a couple of Bourbon and Cokes. (because we are all CLASS)

Then on the way home Bailey and I went to Southbank to drink delicious hot chocolates out of GIANT cups. There was real chocolate in the bottom, it was so tasty. Om nom nom.

Now I am at home, in what feels like possibly 8 degrees... It's delicious.

Muchos Love and all that Jazz.

Peaches and Cream

So here's what I'm wearing today...

Domino necklace from Suitcase Rummage.
Sheer over-shirt in neutral/peach from Supre.
Vintage black highwaisted skirt courtesy of my Mumsy.
Black singlet from Avocado.
Black brogues from Big W.

I had a presentation with my tutor about my final animation project today, so I had to look nice.

But later, I'm going to see X-Men; First Class! I am so excite son!

Muchos Love

Pink and Blue

Pink and Turquoise haired girl that was inspired by Elizabeth's new hair over at Delightfully Tacky.

Quick sketch in Photoshop to get me back in the swing of things.

Muchos Love