With chronic bitchface.

With chronic bitchface.

What are friends for if they won’t pose in silly photos with you? Zoe and I decided to do an impromptu photo shoot showing off our incredible modeling skills. I suggested to Nick that he mimic skeezebag Terry Richardson’s style of photo taking but he was very uncomfortable with that considering that Richardson is awful…

Stretching my batwings.

Stretching my batwings.

Two things! Two posts in one day means you’re very special and I suck at being a Proper Blogger who metes out content by scheduling posts; and yes I’m wearing a lot of black lately. It’s just how I’m feeling at this time of doubt, uncertainty and frustration. This tunic has sheer purple wings that…

Puppies and brollies.

Puppies and brollies.

This is actually what I wore yesterday but I discovered my site had been hacked so Nick spent hours figuring out how to unhack it and today I’ve been trying to have a nice relaxing Sunday. So here we are, a late ootd :D I’m sorry for any weird business with the blog over the…

Loungeroom picnic.

Loungeroom picnic.

A friend invited me to her place for tea and nibbles today and we ended up on floor cushions eating yummy peanut butter biscuits, grapes and egg sandwiches. Lovely. I also picked up a Torrid dress that I ordered through Mel! Shipping to Australia is ridiculous so we have to resort to group orders in…

Battle boots on.

Battle boots on.

I had my second session with the new psychologist this afternoon and I felt like wearing boots with this floral skirt. Something about feeling vulnerable yet wanting to appear tough; and of course my emotional inhibition was discussed in the session amongst a bunch of things, eep… but he liked my watch! Today is International…

My body, my clothes and my blog.

My body, my clothes and my blog.

Documenting my outfits regularly for Fa(t)shion February was interesting. I encountered resistance in my head on a few levels, mostly when it came to taking photos of every day, around the house outfits and on other days when I just didn’t feel like getting dressed at all. When you blog about fashion, or fatshion in…