Vintage Birthday Stylings.

My little sister turned 20 on the 4^th of Feb so we decided to go all out on the day and get completely glamed up at the fabulous vintage boutique Miss Dixie Belle's. We were treated to a glass of bubbly as we had our locks brushed and teased into wonderfully vintage styles. Rowans 50’s pin up look was created by Vanity Thrills Vintage Hair and my Doris Day inspired curls were put together by Hairball Alley.

We had a brilliant chat with all the girls and even got a glass of bubbly to sip on as we browsed the beautiful selection of clothing and accessories (10% off when you come in for styling!). Rowan purchased a pair of classic seamed tights to go with her outfit and Ariana hailed us a taxi so our hair wouldn’t get messed up in the wind, service or what!


We ventured back to mine to finish getting ready which consisted of make-up, tunes and vodka (the only way to prepare for a night out!). Due to the excessive amounts of gale force winds we decided to taxi it down to Browns on George St for drinks. We both had a Yellow Bird cocktail which consists of Koko Kanu coconut rum, liqueur 43, Appleton Estate VX rum and pineapple juice. Strong as hell! Not so keen on the many pineapple bits floating around in it (that’s just me!) but it was still pretty awesome. My lovely boyfriend Dan came down to meet us and then we all headed over to Khublai Khan's.


There we met the respective family and Rowans boyfriend (Iain) for the main event, DINNER! It was insanely good. I am a huge fan of meat on meat with a side of meat. Recommendations ahoy!
We then took a mystery tour too The Cannos Gait bar for Rowans surprise party. The night ended at The Banshee Labyrinth with some overly excited lassie bashing into our table and sending my beer flying all over my dress. I was highly un-amused to say the least! But all was well and we made it home in one piece. Big thanks to all the girls at Miss Dixie Belle's for giving us the best start to a wonderful evening. We shall be back!

Argh!

There are not words to describe how much I can not be fucked with today. I woke up with a ridiculous head cold, didn't have my work keys, had to devour awful cup a soups for lunch, missed my delivery and am now awaiting 5 o'clock with hate in my eyes. I just want to go home, eat Pringles and receive my unlock code so that I can finally play with my awesome new phone!

I will definitely not be gracing the halls of Edinburgh University this evening as I feel that sitting in another back breaker of a chair for 3 hours will do fuck all good for me. When you have so an hour and a half to do nothing in, it is hard to be patient whilst a waiting replies from people. Werther it be emails, comments or texts I want them all to come now in a flurry of technology to heal my boredom and stop the coming tears of rage! I am glad I have left my wallet at home otherwise I would be spewing ice cream for weeks. End scene.

Sucky New Year

Most people’s idea of a new years resolution is too give up something that they feel is a bad influence on their lives. Some decide to ditch the fags, others quit drinking and most of us join the gym in a bid to shift the 20 stone that we managed to put on over Christmas. In my circle of friends however, top of the list seems to be giving up your other half.

 It is only 4 weeks into 2011 and I already have a string of heartbroken girlfriends to comfort with liters of wine and tones of chocolate (not helping my own resolution of course which was to eat only dim sum and noodles until I could walk into Topshop and actually leave with something). Of course there is never a good time to break up with someone, but January does seem to be the favored month for shedding your partner. As if it wasn’t depressing enough already.

Perhaps it’s that New Year mentality. The kind that makes you think “this is the year I sort my life out” or “I will defiantly give up meat this year, I didn’t manage it last year or the one before that but this year I’ll do it for sure!”. But like these, and many of our other ill timed resolutions, will we cave in and revert back to our old flames in time for Valentines Day? Or, with the help of friends and perhaps a new addiction to replace the old one, are we really quitting them for good?

Sex and Religion

Katy Perry, ”Dedicated Christian” and wife of “rehabilitated” sex fiend Russell Brand, has made it known that she has a major dislike for blasphemous pop stars. She targeted Lady Gaga last year for her music video “Alejandro” and has now hit out at Madonna for singing on a cross in her new live show. All this from a girl who squirts cream from her breasts and probably doesn’t adorn underwear on a regular basis.

She tweeted "Using blasphemy as entertainment is as cheap as a comedian telling a fart joke.” Actually, it all depends on the comedian. If Frankie Boyle was telling it, I’m pretty sure it would kill. Lucy Porter however, not so much. And the same goes for this. You take Lady Gaga, wrap her up in latex, dress her as a nun and give her some rosary beads to suck on, it works. It’s interesting. It makes you think. Katy Perry could never pull off something so ostentatious because she has established her self as a cheesy pop star with meaningless songs.

Madonna is famous for being controversial (in the real sense of the word, not the Katy sense, bras with cakes on and the occasional coloured wig) and singing on a crucifix is much less blasphemous than snogging other women or using sex to sell your records. Slamming Madonna can only lead too spending the rest of your life wondering which roof the sniper is on and why you never receive any awards. Many have hailed her as being hypocritical but I believe that JEALOUS is a better label. After all, we hate only what we do not understand…

Shifting the blame

I am addicted to fashion television. I love the drama, the ridiculous tasks, the intense time scales and the beautiful people who present them. As long as there’s blood, sweat and shoes I’ll watch it. I also find the drive and passion these people have to make something of them selves quite uplifting. Recently though I have come to realise that there is a very fine line between ambitious and hardworking and fame hungry and desperate. Yesterday I witnessed the new advert for Americas Next Top Model in which a girl who is barley skin and bone is told by a shocked looking Jay Manuel that she doesn’t need to get any leaner, to which she looks overly surprised to hear. It seems that the pressures of the fashion industry have claimed another victim. But how much of this can we really blame on magazines and TV show’s? Surley you have a choice with what you do to your body? Or, in a world where obese people can sue MacDonalds for not informing them that their food is full of fat, can anorexic people sue Vogue for not explaining that a size zero is not normal?

Being a 5 ft 1, size 12 with a natural Dolly Parton chest, I understand the plight of the “curvy woman”. I do not however strive to change myself into a leggy chest less girl just so I can buy clothes from Topshop. I believe that this is because I understand that we are all built differently and that even if I was too become a size 8 I would still be to short for most of their jeans. Some things we can not change, accepting them is the hard part. I personally love my curves as I can dress in beautiful vintage clothing from my favorite era (the 1950’s) and it suits me too a tee. Every ones body shape is different and while the high street will cater to the needs of most sizes the catwalk remains a sea of waifs. But who is too be blamed, if anyone at all?

At one end of the body spectrum we have Keira Knightley who is often criticized for being too thin but protests that her body shape is completely natural. At the other end we have the gorgeous Christina Hendricks. She is a voluptuous size 14 because her and the other Mad Men stars are asked not too diet or exercise during filming to keep that elegant hourglass shape. So, we are appalled at Keira’s skinniness and inspired by Christina’s curves yet the magazines wont use plus size girls because they claim that the samples they get sent for shoots range only between a zero and a four. But then we can not blame the designers for this, clothes are their art. They should be allowed to design what they wish for who they wish. And the circle of blame continues. I believe that it is not one entity but many that influence our obsession with this age old debate, “does size matter”. Fashion and all of its medias are there to advertise and inform but what we perceive it all to mean is our own choice.

So why is it that women who read the same magazines, shop in the same stores and even idolize the same women as I do end up looking like an extra from night of the living dead? It seems that even in a time where we have inspirational people such as Gok Wan to lead us on the path to true body confidence, its still far easier to blame the media for our indiscretions than to admit to ourselves that we have a serious problem. The matter is not helped when respected elders of the fashion industry make it clear that there is no room in the modeling business for bigger girls. Last year Charlotte Dawson (Australia’s Next Top Model judge) said that it was basic “tokenism” to cast plus size models on the show and Julien Macdonald branded them a joke.

Although there is a clear call for change, it looks doubtful that any large brands will take the first step towards giving natural girls a voice. It seems that this plus sized task must rely on independent designers, writers, models and fashionistas everywhere to push the boundaries and make its cause heard. Count me in…