Wednesday, August 26, 2009

She had an hourglass figure...

She had an hourglass figure with an extra twenty minutes...

I have been dying for an excuse to use that line (borrowed from Clive Cussler, the king of blokey pulp fiction) because it is just so brilliant. So while it may not be particularly relevant to the above image, just imagine this sweet Dot and Herbey frock on Joan from Madmen, who indeed possesses such a figure. A little casual for the office, Joan would be wearing this piece during a Sunday afternoon summer champagne picnic with a dishy admirer. He'd be feeding her strawberries and professing his love and while she'd enjoy the moment, she's a smart filly, our Joan. She'd be waiting for the ring on her finger. Vava voom.

Monday, August 24, 2009

Oh lord won't you buy me...

As a child all I ever wanted was a pony. But no matter how much I begged and I pleaded, I got nothing more than a stinky wooden rocking horse from the Salvos.

I still don't have a pony. But thankfully, Hamb have manged to conjure up a cute little tee to feel the void. Thirty-odd years later I can finally move on...

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Proceed with caution

Stop right there! I'm armed and I'm dangerous.

Well, not really. But I'm smokin' hot in this red linen a-line by Dot and Herbey. Shirt optional.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Bloomin' marvellous

We all enjoy being the recipient of a fresh bouquet. The colour. The fragrance. The smelly water when they wither up and die and remind us of our own mortality.

Not these puppies. Thanks to Belinda Newick we can wear flowers on a daily basis and never, ever experience the pungent odor of death and decay. Plus they're so pretty and uplifting. Hooray!


Thursday, August 6, 2009

Tomorrow never knows

He was supposed to meet her at the airport.

After waiting three hours, she phoned.

'You have no idea how hot and scary I look right now,' she said. 'And you never will.'

*Stewardess skirt by Mint Slice Afternoons.

Monday, August 3, 2009

Battle of the three tunics



'I'm telling you, she's in the mood for burnt orange and moody mauve,' said tunic number three.

'But she wore you yesterday!' said tunic number two, who was quite competitive and none too pleased about not having been worn for at least five days.

Tunic number one remained smugly silent, knowing that her owner, Milly, was going to pick her.

But Milly, an experienced Publisher textiles tunic owner, knew exactly how to handle her feuding brood.

'I love you all,' said Milly. 'You are all so gorgeous and flattering and make me feel like eternal spring. But you know how important it is to avoid over exposure. Remember what happened to poor old Jessica Simpson.'

With that, tunic number two and tunic number three decided to enjoy their day off. But tunic number one, well, she stands by her personal motto, 'if you've got it, flaunt it.'