Can anyone actually believe that Christmas is in FOUR DAYS?
When you’re a kid, you literally want everything for Christmas. All the things, ever created, everything, just give it to me.
As you get slightly older, you learn the valuable lesson about quality VS quantity, but yet you still want ALL OF THE THINGS.
Finally you get to the point in your life where you actually learn the value of money and you realise that most of the time presents are a massive waste of money, unless there’s something you genuinely want or need.
We become sensible grown up humans, asking for things like exercise gear to pre-empt the usual New Years resolutions, bath towels, sheet sets or Soda Streams. Gifts become less of a treat ad more of a necessity. Less of an “I want” and more of an “I need”. What happened to that little girl who asked Santa for a real live unicorn? Well screw it. This year I’m asking for a unicorn. A really big one. The best one money can buy.
… Either that or i’ll settle for anything Helmut Lang.
Photo Cred : Understated Leather Don’t Mess With Texas Campaign
Understated Leather is the example of a perfect pairing of talented minds and crafty hands.
Husband and wife team Jen and Josh, have built their brand around the idea of individuality. The Australian/Texan duo, craft hand made and up-cycled, vintage pieces that make you want to grab a guitar, kick up some dirt and ride into the Texas sunset on a motorcycle wearing nothing but a leather jacket. Well, looking at their newest campaign “Don’t Mess With Texas” that’s exactly what their wafty model Anna Herrin did.
The Understated Leather collection features leather jackets with metal hardware, laboriously pieced together by hand, denim jackets with engraved leather patches, fringed suede vests, engraved leather wallets and clutches and a completely custom made service.
In a world where fast fashion is ruling the roost, where clothing is produced in the tens of thousands, it’s more than a breath of fresh air seeing a label producing sustainable, ethical, good old fashioned hand made product.
With a “Go your own way” attitude, there is nothing standing in the way of this duo and the world other than global shipping. And they do that too.
Although we’re not quite into Summer yet, last Friday definitely marked the turning point for me. It was a day that separated the strong from the weak, the men from the boys and the functional A/C units from the non-functional.
Sure enough as temps reached 34 degrees in Sydney City at 10am, our A/C at work decided it had had enough and took off to the beach, or to someone else’s office with a working system. Needless to say, the hair went up, the shoes came off, the whining and whinging commenced and I watched a group of relatively mature individuals turn into sweaty, grumpy hot messes. Literally.
If news reports are correct, Sunday is also set to break AC units state wide as we prepare for a 40 degree day, in other words, the hottest November day on record for the last 5 years.
Ideal scenario for a 40 degree day? Wearing nothing, while sitting in a cool 17 degree temperature controlled room.
Second place goes to a bathing suit, an ice cold Corona and a gentle sea breeze.
Nike Signal T-Shirt / The Upside Paisley One-Piece / Nike Air Max Thea
Mondays are usually not the most enjoyable day of the week. Add together the remnants of a hangover from a Weekend of indulgence with a collection of late Friday afternoon emails that you didn’t get to, along with a FedEx delivery full of approvals and a few other pretty bad bits of news and you have the recipe to make you either want to run a mile and sweat it out or turn to the bottle.
Luckily with Summer just around the corner I pushed away the bottle, stood firm in my Nike’s and powered through an intense cardio session, after which, I ate a Pork and fennel Sausage roll and some creamy potato and broccoli thing that was definitely too delicious to be any good for you.
Pointless exercise, yes. Therapeutic work out session, definitely.
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Yeap, after a gloriously sunny warm weekend I developed more than just a slight tan. I woke up with the most horribly congested head ever known to mankind and while I would have loved being at home on the couch, I was instead at work, sniffling, coughing, getting cold chills and in general being patient zero.
Sick day attire if I was at home? My biggest jumper, my IPhone, a blanket and not much else but a whiny, disgruntled look on my face.
Nothing new really.
We had our first official Doggy Friday this week and I borrowed a co-workers Labradoodle to grab some happy snaps. Bailey the Labradoodle was too cool for a real lead, instead opting for a makeshift one, made out of orange nylon rope. What a dirty hipster.
I felt that I had dressed appropriately enough for the occasion, going for a mix of dog walker meets 90’s rapper, in stilettos. In reality, I just wanted to wear my track pants to work and wearing them with my Chuck Taylors or my Air Maxs was just too literal.
My conclusion about Doggy Friday? Fridays are made exponentially more enjoyable by introducing dogs and puppies.
Oh and wearing track pants to work. That always helps.
Assorted gold jewellery – coin and chain was my Great G’ma’s, rings are Cartier Russian Love rings that my Dad gave my Mum
Until then, tomorrow marks phase one of trans seasonal dressing.
Without really knowing if the days are going to hot, cold or lukewarm, my clothing options are without a doubt going to become slightly confused over the next few weeks. I’m talking beanies with t-shirts and coats with sandals confused. This phase is mostly spent feeling too cold to take layers off, but too warm to have any extra on.
The timing of phase two really varies depending when we have that first really unseasonably warm day. The day that causes girls everywhere to think “I could be wearing shorts today.” What happens next? A false sense of security that fools you into pulling out their denim cut offs only to spend a few extremely uncomfortable days being unnecessarily cold.
The third and final phase? That glorious day when you pull on your bikini for the first time in 9 months, dip your toes into the crystal clear ocean, only to go running and screaming away from the freezing cold torture that is the ocean in spring.
By then, the sweaty, humidity of Summer will be welcomed with open arms.