If I were a cartoon character...

I've been Raawther gloom-filled the past couple days. Haven't even glanced at my text book for introduction to logic. I have no idea why this class exists or to what it pertains. I've come to realize something. Well, maybe it isn't a New realization. Do you know the Eloise books by Kay Thompson with the wonderful illustrations by Hilary Knight? Well I think I am Eloise. Really. No, I didn't grow up in a deluxe hotel with a nanny and trot around New York and Paris. However, I'm just sort of Her, you know? Frivolous and silly and adoring of all things whimsical and lovely and glamorous and all I want to do is be myself and play and make messes and be loved at the end of the day. Only now, I'm a more grown up version, and the messes I make tend to do with my romantic life, and I can never seem to play by the rules or clean up or make anything tidy. I keep having to remind myself that nearly 21 is not the age to worry that you'll be alone until you die. But you see, I begged my mother to tell me who I'd marry when I was four. I've been a doomed romantic since I could speak properly.

If anybody writes silly children's books about me one day, I want there to be a lot of pink, just like Eloise.

You know, Kay Thompson seems to me to be a really fascinating creature. It's too bad she didn't do any big movies aside from "Funny Face". I believe she was Judy Garland's singing coach and did a ton of musical work in Hollywood.

The good hair day

This was sometime in early September or late August. I feel rather dreadful today and am using pretty pictures of my hair do to try to cheer myself up.

On the telly...

The Races, last year.


I miss Australia. One knows true love when time and distance only Increase the pain and the loss. Pardon me. I do tend to be a tad melodramatic de temps en temps.

Anyway British TV sort of makes me feel like I'm there. One of the many things I loved about Australia was television. They had shows from Australia, the UK, New Zealand and the US on their four primary channels. Here, we just have US shows. Blech. Most of them I don't like anyway. "To the Manor Born" was on and it was nice to have dinner and watch it. It's funny because I believe this show was on in the 1970s and there are no American shows from that time period that I would Ever want to watch. I don't think "Three's Company" ever had lines like "I often drink instant coffee from a mug." "Yes, you do, Margery."

Oh silence, oh dear, calm, empty apartment, stay still with me a little longer. I truly believe the reason I've had difficulty getting to sleep at a decent hour of late is due to my need for privacy. My ideal living solution would be to live alone but be out and about and social every day.

Mmm a man in a kilt. Why did you decide I should be born here, God? Hmmm maybe if I'd been born in Europe or Australia, I'd be obsessed with North America. Anything is possible.

bed, bed, I couldn't go to bed...

The main reason I haven't taken photos of myself for this blog too much is because I have no digital camera. But after spending a LOT of time fashion-stalking I feel like me-ifying this little old page of mine. I am tired and MUST get off the computer....MUST.

But wait, there's more!

Malandrino







Luisa Beccaria








Andrew Gn






Jill Stuart


Juan Carlos Obando


Just Cavalli




L'Wren Scott



Iceberg



Hanii Y



Halston



Giles






Erdem




Cynthia Steffe



Martin Grant



Wunderkind





John Galliano




Chloé





J. Mendel



Carlos Miele


Akris



Chado Ralph Rucci

Favorites, Favourites.

Alberta Feretti, Hervé Léger, Alexander McQueen, Chris Benz, Badgley Mischka, Michael Kors, Ralph Lauren...

The many reasons I wish I was Keira Knightley.

In my sleep...

I dreamt deeply and I saw things very clearly. Usually I can't say whether my dreams are in color or not but I know part of the dream Definitely was colorful. I had been at some strange amusement park, by myself...but I was always surrounded by high school age boys and their mothers and all these people were friendly.

Finally I somehow was outside wandering, and I came to a warm, beautiful beach. I knew I was in France in the 1920s. I was walking by all these people lying on the shore. I could hear them speaking in French and they seemed to pay no amount of attention to me, almost as though I were invisible. One man had an old fashioned navy colored bathing suit with art deco angled white stripes, and blonde, wavy hair, perfectly coifed. He was lying on the sand, his pretty eyes half open, half closed. Then there was this blonde woman in a grey dress (which I adored) that looked more 1930s. She had finger waved hair and suddenly dived into the ocean and swam. For a while it felt as though I was her. Then I walked again and saw these American people from the Present on the very same beach and sort of wondered about it. There were a couple young men, a bit tubby, wearing American Eagle style clothing. I wanted to stay in the 20s.