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Wednesday
Apr022014

India Inspires

India Inspires :: Tinto // Pistil // Laser Lemon GelWhenever I see something shiny in a store, you can guarantee, like a magpie, my eyes will go big and round, and my lips purse as I breathe, ‘Ooooooo! Shiny!’ My hands involuntarily reach out to caress these pretty objects and admire. Sometimes I buy them.

India is a wonderful source for all things golden and tinkly – anyone at all familiar with Bollywood fare will know that. I remember staring into a shop in one of the souqs in Dubai displaying a myriad of Indian trim – soutache and braids, ribbons embroidered in gold and silver metallic thread, bejewelled and bedazzling. I was like a kid in a candy store. But, overwhelmed by choice, I didn’t buy anything (tragic).

India Inspires :: Tinto // Pistil // Laser Lemon GelIn celebration of that childish wonder, here is a little collection of Indian-inspired jewels, slippers and scarves. Some of them actually are Indian, bought in Melbourne boutiques or foraged for in charity stores, and some of them are my own souvenirs from faraway lands (ironically not India though). Be dazzled.

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Thursday
Feb202014

Princess Tatiana is On the Case

Homeward Bound :: Doris // Sussex // No flashLast week I visited family in the country for a few days. I managed to come back with more luggage than I left with!

I’ve been searching high and low (or should I say north and south) for a vintage hatbox or suitcase to use for storage, and while I was in northern Victoria, my niece and I jaunted about browsing in the various charity stores there. We even ventured over state lines in pursuit of my mission.

Bluebelle knew I was looking in particular for a suitcase of some sort, but in every op shop we drew a blank. It was at the last Salvos in Wodonga that we visited that I hit the jackpot. I had my pick from a stack of vintage luggage! (I was extremely excited but I had the presence of mind to take a photograph.) Although the grey-blue suitcase trimmed in brown looked better on the exterior, the inside of the brown case was in much better trim. (Also it is striped, and I can never resist a stripe.) And how awesome is that doctor’s bag? I should have bought that too!

Which Case Suits? :: Doris // Sussex // No flashThese days it’s not so easy to find a case like this (at least in Victoria) – there are slim pickings in charity stores and vintage bazaars, and what can be found is either deteriorated (ie, decomposed) beyond usefulness, or very expensive. Bluebelle later told me she was certain she had seen one somewhere, but she couldn’t recall where, and she didn’t want to get my hopes up by mentioning it.

Of course I found a few other little things to purchase as well, so when it came time to pack for home, I found myself actually utilising the new suitcase as luggage. Bluebelle took some snaps of my ridiculous quantity of baggage at the station, but to quote her: ‘at least it all matches!’

Case solved. 

Bag and Baggage :: Doris // Sussex // No flash

Monday
Feb032014

Earrings For a Song

It’s such fun on holidays to shop in markets and boutiques for inexpensive jewellery. These pairs of earrings remind me so much of my summer in Lisbon, and Essaouira – I first wore those blue ones dancing on a beach at a music festival in Morocco. I bought them at Bijou Brigitte, a veritable Aladdin’s cave of cheap and cheerful treasure.

Coco Chanel had the right idea when she told us to load up on costume jewellery. Who wants those horrid old diamonds and rubies after all? The bourgeoisie can have them! Give me enamelled tiers of blue, glass beads and cloisonné charms any day. And let’s make a song and dance while we’re about it. 

Sunday
Jan192014

Summer in Zanzibar

After this appalling heatwave Melbourne dished us in the last week, and continuing the African theme, I thought I’d soothe the soul and refresh your eyes with these beautiful images of summer in Zanzibar. The pictures were taken by Friedmann Hauss for Australian marie-claire – possibly in the early 90s, judging by the slip dresses (and the fact that a FAX number is given in the travel details rather than a website!).

Except for the touches of turquoise blue, I don’t actually like the garments in the photoshoot. They look merely passé and bear no patina of retro charm (not yet anyway). But the photos are sublime, depicting a far gentler summer than this furnace Melburnians lived through in the past week: searing heat and hot, drying winds are not pleasant.

Zanzibar! The name itself is exotic, the whisper of it conjuring up images foreign to my eyes, strange sounds in my ears – the lap of water against a wooden boat, the rustle of the breeze in trees for which I have no name, African voices chattering inexplicably – the sounds to lull one to sleep on the white sand.

Zanzibar is actually an archipelago in the Indian Ocean, off the coast of Tanzania, composed of numerous small islands and two larger ones – the main island Unguja is commonly referred to as Zanzibar. It sounds like a place I should visit one day, but meanwhile I can daydream. 

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Thursday
Sep262013

The Killer Thongs

These shoes tried to kill me on Monday. True story. I know they don’t look dangerous. They have no heel to speak of. They look so innocent, as though they’d never stepped on an ant and crushed it into oblivion in their life.

Souvenirs from Vietnam, by Majanh Handicrafts, they are entirely made of leather. I like the simplicity of their design: elegant curves, neat stitching, natural tan leather, the thin plait for the thong, no silly dingle-dangles. They are well-made, and the soles are quite solid leather. However, this makes them inflexible, and wear has simply made the undersides even more slippery. This is what makes them so inimical. And yet they are so pretty in their extreme minimalism (sigh), so easy, and convenient! I am loathe to get rid of them.

Knowing how slippery they are, I always climb up and down stairs very carefully. But on Monday it took only one moment for the right thong to take advantage of my inattention. My foot shot out from under me and down I went.

Fortunately I was almost at the bottom and didn’t suffer any serious injury, but this incident really brings new meaning to the term ‘fashion victim’.