Ow.

So, I had foot surgery Thursday. It sucks. Here's a little run down of the morning.

Mad Cow number plate. Who is she kidding?

Not so appropriate hospital attire: Black tights, combat boots, Steve Madden leather jacket, boyfriend shirt, derby hat.

Most stressed little woman in Brisbane, got 9 signatures off me in 5 minutes. I don't even know what I signed.

Allergic to penicillin, actifed and demazin. I fell asleep with my face on this wristband and woke up with it printed on my face. Classy.

Lovely hospital gown.

Booties.

The result of too much botox. Dodgy extensions, delirious, puffer fish lips. Ughhhhhhh.

And 20 minutes after being discharged, Dad dragged (literally dragged) me to the pub for lunch.

Yuck.

How do I loathe you? Let me count the ways.

Ok so here's the thing. As much as I aspire to be a deeply fabulous fashionista who trots around in Jimmy Choo's and calls everyone darling, unfortunately one must pay her bills while one attends uni.

So, I spend my Friday nights, Saturday nights, pretty much every weekend working at the local cinemas.
I know what your thinking, great perks to the job-free movie tickets and all you can eat popcorn.
Yeah no. CheapER tickets, cheapER candy bar stuff, a new found hate for being at the cinemas late at night.
So, my dislike list of cinemas/customers/customer service/people.

1. No, you can't have free tickets. Why? Because you can't walk into City Beach and get a shirt for free can you.
2. No, you can't have a discount. Why? Because you can't walk into City Beach and debate that you have a pension card or you lost your ATM card or that you can't afford the shirt and pants so can one be please be free.
3. I don't care for children and don't want to get to know yours, so no, I will not babysit your child while you go to the toilet, no, I will not supervise your 5 year old because you don't want to see Toy Story and you think they can go on their own, and no, I don't find it cute that your child is screaming and crying, so don't give me attitude about not offering your spoilt brat any sympathy.
4. There is no such thing as a super extra massive jumbo mega drink. Small, medium, or large.
5. If your obese, and purchasing half of what we stock in candy bar, don't try and cover it up by saying 'ohh and um the drink and popcorn umm thing?'. It's a large combo that you just ordered, we both know that.
6. I'm not paid enough to clean up your kid's vomit. So don't even bother asking, because all your getting from me is the spill kit and a disapproving expression.
7. Prices are subject to change without notice. I, do not personally set the prices, so don't give me shit about the cost. I'm not holding a gun to your head demanding you purchase the tickets, so if you don't like it, go bowling instead.
8. For about two years now, there has been allocated seating. Again, not my fault. So when I ask where you would like to sit, and you say 'on my ass', don't be offended if my response is 'yes of course you want to sit on your ass, on a chair in the cinema, but your choice is front middle or back'.
9. Furthermore, if you give me a smart ass response about where you want to sit and I don't laugh, there's no need to joke with your movie date that 'she doesn't get it'. Trust me, I do. It just hasn't been funny since the first time I heard it 6 months ago.
10. Don't give me your cinebuzz after we have finished a transaction. You missed your chance.

T xx

Wicked...

...IS COMING TO BRISBANE IN JANUARY 2010!

I'm so happy I could melt.

You can join the waiting list for tickets at http://www.qpac.com.au/

:) xx

Lookville

Ok so for some unfathomable reason, a lovely lady in San Fransisco read my blog. I don't know whether she read it or whether I got spammed, but regardless, I got sent an 'exclusive invite' to this site called Lookville.
We all know curiosity killed the cat, but I couldn't help myself and followed the link.

And I'm in love. People on lookville love me far more then people on blogger.com and facebook do, and hell let's not even go there with my twitter and myspace.

I don't think I post very interesting things, I'm more so with the pictures, and this Lookville site requires me to upload a picture, talk all about it, and that's it. I've been on the site for only 24 hours, and already people from the US and heaven knows where else have been commenting my 'looks' with compliments, new ideas on how to style my outfit, and directing me to other creative souls to follow.

It's heaven. I STRONGLY recommend it, just don't steal my thunder and get more followers then me.

You can check out my page at lookville.com/dearheart

:) xx

One Tree Hill

So I've developed a really unhealthy obsession with One Tree Hill.
It started a few years back when it was all the rage, and then after season 5 I exercised much self control for the sake of uni and let's face it, you can't live through tv.

Then of course, I finished uni for the semester, and decided it was well and truly time to crank out season 6.
Consequently, I've sat in front of my tv for the past 4 days watching it, and I have to say, I feel like I've learnt some valuable lessons.

1. The lollipop head look is apparently very in.
2. It's okay to say what's on your mind.
3. No one cares who you were in high school, it's who you become afterwards that people remember you as.

and finally,
4. When you don't get your way. Cry, and dramatically slam a door.

Sex and the City Launch 3

Photography by Tim Harris; my kick ass gift bags, the only time I will EVER walk on a catwalk again, incredible designs by Allanah Sarafian of House of Arax on beautiful model Jillian, and Kellie modelling for Vivid Streetwear.

Sex and the City Launch 2

Photography by Tim Harris; my little assistants in our dingy fire exit changeroom, our four labels, and my darling male models who felt it appropriate to throw back a few bottles of alcohol pre-show. Bless.

Sex and the City Launch 1

Photography by Tim Harris; my styling table, beautiful models, and lovely candy bar assistant Jack.

Harper.

So this little ragdollxpersian kitten came into our lives 2 weeks ago, and we've shared a few interesting moments with her. In true fashion, she adores my Steve Madden heels, Napoleon Perdis nailpolish, sits in my Guess luggage when I'm off to work, detests my law book and has a bit of a thing for the wizard of oz. Did I mention she also supervises me when I do model sheets up for runway shows? Bless her.

I'd like you to meet Harper.