Thursday, December 17, 2009

sensible swimwear

Is it acceptable to wear a two piece at a public pool?


Or is it just my ridiculous preconceptions that say a bikini is entirely inappropriate attire?

And for that matter, how many people actually own one-piece togs these days?

Well me, for one. And I’m not talking about the trendy bedazzled cut-outs that show off just as much as a two-piece – I mean sensible swimwear from Speedo! Practical and boring, but the only thing I find appropriate to wear for my swim at the gym.

There’s this girl that swims there also who wears a bikini and I just can’t take her swimming-for-health efforts seriously. She wears goggles – why not splash out on a proper pair of swimmers?

It’s a bit like the undies undies togs conundrum. When does your swim wear become inappropriate for the situation?


The comparison that keeps coming back to me is the sporty shorty shorts you can get from most generic clothing stores, y’know, the ones with the numbers on the bum. They’re made to look like they’re for playing a sport, but you wouldn’t catch anyone at the gym wearing them for fear of your bum falling out the bottom of them. They’re for hanging out on the beach and sunbathing or mucking around the house – they might do the trick for actual excercise, but no one would seriously wear them for that purpose.

I’ve got nothing against the bikini. I gladly wear mine at the beach or in the river. But you’ll never catch me wearing it in a public pool – and I should hope I don’t catch you either!

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

CD review – Gin Wigmore, Holy Smoke

Oh My seemed promising so when a friend passed on the album Holy Smoke, I thought I’d give it a shot.


A shot to the head would have been more pleasing.

Listening to this aural trash, I was almost tempted to call the SPCA and save a nearby cat from strangulation. Fortunately for cat lovers, there was no such act of violence to animals, it was merely my ears taking a beating.

Not only is the one of the most poorly produced albums I have ever heard, it is let down by awful, just awful, rhyming couplets (a rookie lyrical mistake), unimaginative song writing, and then there’s her voice.

In Oh My and I Do Gin’s “trademark” raspy voice is endearing and actually sounds quite good in the appropriate song. When she attempts slow-rock love songs the combination is not a winning one. In fact, I struggled to make it through the first three songs on the album.

There is nothing new or refreshing about Gin’s voice . She’s come into the game a little too late and is riding on the coattails of Amy Winehouse and Duffy. However, she does it with such lack of grace and artistic value that the “difference” she offers is merely a failed emulation of a style that’s been overdone in the last few years.

And I’m disgusted to hear that Gin’s influences include Neil Young and Jeff Buckley. What an insult to two of the greatest musicians ever, that this “artist” should consider herself influenced by them.

Am I being too harsh? I can see the merit in Gin – there was potential. I'd blame the producers of the album more than anything. However, winning an international song-writing competition does not give you license to rush out a terrible, terrible album just because you happened to write one other good song, while riding the wave of someone else’s popular song. Stick to the backing vocals, I say.

There's a clear difference between "unpolished" and "sounds like shit" and they managed to make Gin fit rather unfortunately into the latter group.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

dreams may be free...

While researching (read: procrastinating actual work and googling stuff) for upcoming blog entries I came across this gem from Style.com.

www.style.com/trendsshopping/shoppingguide/112309_Holiday_Shopping_Guide/

At first I was put off by the initial ridiculously expensive items that came up – because although every woman wants a US$34,000 bracelet for Christmas, the chances of our loved ones buying them for us is less than minimal.

But if you persevere with this beautifully presented catalogue of gift ideas you will come across more than one affordable item and many items of great beauty.

It’s not just about the actual items you see in the catalogue, it’s the ideas which are quite inspiring (mostly as gifts to yourself, unless your boyfriend is particularly inclined to read such web sites). There are also some nice mumsy-type gifts there – one inclusion that surprised me was soap.


I know people still buy other people soaps and you can get some really nice ones from shops like Lush. What surprised me was that a style guru, like Style, would suggest such a generic gift. I don’t know if I’m sold – it seems like something you buy people when you have absolutely no idea about what they’re into (in which case, why are you buying a gift for them.)

I recall receiving a soapy gift a few years back. Although I had consumed a few glasses of bubbles by the time I was presented with the gift, I remember looking at the unwrapped item in confusion. ‘Was it chocolate?’ I wondered. I sure like chocolate, so it certainly could have been, but there was something in the smell of those little individually wrapped parcels that sidelined that thought. I think in the end one of the givers said to me “it’s soap.” My confusion must have been apparent and I was slightly embarrassed that clarification was required.

It’s not that I was ungrateful for the gift. It was very nice soap. But I’m not sure that I have used it in any way except in my underwear drawer to make it smell nice. Which it does very nicely.

As a non-believer in re-gifting (and a notorious hoarder) I assume that that is where the soap will remain until such a time that I run out of body wash or hand soap. Unfortunately, for the soap, that’s unlikely to happen, because I’m an organised person who rarely runs short of the things I like to have.


In any case, the Style.com Holiday Gift Guide is worth checking out – especially if you like to lust after expensive things and look at pretty photos of animals. It’s a shame you can’t print it out and sneakily leave it on the coffee table to be seen by your respective gift-givers. The best most of us will do is the Warehouse and Michael Hill Jeweller catalogues hastily jammed in mailboxes. Dream gifts are not free, but you might just get a bargain.

Thursday, November 26, 2009

shoe debris

I recently made a solid effort to haul out all the shoes in my wardrobe and assess what had become a very chaotic situation.

After years of shoe acquirement, the bottom of my wardrobe had developed into a graveyard for many un-worshipped pairs, mixed in with the dearly loved. I can’t believe I let it get so bad. Such pandemonium doesn’t often exist on my watch and I hung my usually perpetually organised head in shame. Considering that I won’t let hot and cold foods or rival sauces touch on my plate at dinner, having such mayhem in my wardrobe is almost unimaginable! And yet there it was.

So I went out and bought a couple of DIY shelves. (And I’m very proud to say I wielded a screwdriver and actually did it myself.) After throwing out three pairs of black boots that haven’t seen the light of day for many-a-year (and numerous other monstrosities), I counted up, categorised, and proudly displayed my collection in methodical order. Satisfaction was mine.

It’s not quite as good as I imagine it will be once I’m rich and have a walk-in wardrobe and the dream shoe shelves that Carrie Bradshaw gets in the SATC movie. But it’s a start. I’m surprised at myself now that I didn’t make an itemised list while I was at it. For no real reason except that list-making is such a favourite pastime of mine and once I get into an organising mood it doesn’t take much to set me off. But (as per usual) I digress.


It turned out that after the rubbishing I have over 30 pairs of shoes, boots, heels and sandals. I was quite pleased with this number and my self satisfaction increased somewhat along with a grand sense of achievement. If only someone had been there to share it with me. :(

Instead I told my colleague about it when I went to work the next day and she totally shot me down, stating that she had about 60 pairs.


‘Where does she keep them?’ I wondered, ‘and are they placed in an orderly fashion?’ I guess she has over ten years of shoe-buying time on me but her prowess was intimidating. Obviously she is as dedicated to the cause as I am.

It kinda rained on my parade, but in this day and age it’s nice to have someone to look up to.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Over exposure: bra-wear gone bad

Dear ladies who wear bras under their strapless tops,

The next one of you I see making this heinous offence, I am going to snap your bra strap so hard, that even if you finally come to the realisation that it’s a crime, your straps would be forever imprinted on your fashion-faux-pas-laden backs.

Love, the haze.



But seriously. Do the young ladies of today not look in the mirror before they leave the house? Too many times I’ve seen hideous bra straps poking out of boob tubes, strapless dresses, one-shoulder dresses (!) and spaghetti-strap dresses. And not just those “invisible” ones (because clear plastic is impervious to light reflection…), but full-on nana bras that you wouldn’t wear infront of your long-term boyfriend, let alone a potential at the pub.


So why are they doing it? There is a myriad of wonderous inventions for holding in the boobage these days. Strapless, for a start. This is pretty basic stuff people. Strapless top = strapless bra. Even the trannys manage to that one right! And you’re falling pretty far behind if a man in hot pink satin is outdoing you in the fashion stakes.

Depending on your size, and the robustness of your outfit, you can probably get away with free range. Especially with the bodice-type dresses these days. Sometimes this is a better option than even a strapless, because pumping up your cleavage in a heart-shaped top can flex the material outwards, in which case anyone slightly taller than your breasts can see down your top anyway. It can also create a bit of “side boob” by the armpit if you’re more endowed and that’s no good either!

There’s fashion tape. There’s those gel dealies, which I haven’t personally tried, but they look like chicken breasts and are very cold at first touch. There’s the good-ol’ bandeau for boobtubes (and adding a bit of tape over the nipple can fix you up on a cold day, FYI). There’s so many options I can’t imagine why I am still subjected to the ugliness of poke-through bras. But there you go. The downfall of a fashionable society in exchange for the upkeep of a few boobs.

Friday, November 20, 2009

For ffffashion's sake!

Why do girls who consider themselves oh-so-fashionable insist on wearing hideous, and outrageously expensive, dresses that don’t flatter them?

I’m positive that certain shops put hallucinogenic in the air vents above the changing room mirrors, otherwise, these women are purposely cladding themselves in unsuitable clothing just for the sake of being “fashionable”.

You know how you see things on the catwalk and say, “yeah, but that would only ever look good on a size 6.” Well it seems that larger trend followers run to the shops to purchase these items, clearly ignoring those limitations.

One of the worst offending outfits of the 2000s was the bubble skirt. For some reason hoards of larger fashion followers seemed to run to the shops to purchase these, without taking fit and figure into account. My advise on these pieces is - if your bubble is over a butt only Sir Mix-A-Lot can appreciate, don't go there. Let the models have these ones!

Now I’m not saying all catwalk fashion is exclusive to the physically-blessed smaller ladies. I’m talking about wearing clothes that actually suit your figure, rather than just buying something because it's a Karen Walker or comes from World or Ricochet.

So many times I’ve heard, “omg, I got this fab dress from [insert overly-expensive design store here] and it cost me like $300!” Careful thinking is required before making a response. How can you say to your friends, “wow, you just spent $300 on something unflattering and awkward, I bought this dress for $60 from [favourite generic store] and it does wonders for me!”

You don’t have to spend big bucks to look good. Specialty items from design stores are amazing to have, but the truth is, you can’t wear them every day and more often than not, they don’t actually look good on regular people.

Is there something about larger ladies that makes them think, “if I can’t be a size 6, at least I’ll be at the cutting edge of fashion, whether it suits me or not.”

It’s like a suicidal defiance for susceptible fashion victims.

ps. I tried to find some images to support the article but "unflattering clothing" isn't a search that pops up too many hits - imean, who wants that label on their clothing? Hilariously, the image that kept coming up was of Jessica Simpson when she got a bit of the chub on and wore that high-waisted jeans + many belts number. poor thing.

pps. I have nothing against any of the design stores mentioned - they make beautiful clothing - it's just not for everyone. I'd probably shop there if I could afford it, given that I'm borderline acceptably skinny to suit the clothes!

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Not in da dictionary


I have very little to no respect for people who insist on writing ‘the’ as ‘da’. Not only is it a misinformed use of the vernacular (and the people I see using it are not members of the covert prestige group – merely incongruous imitators), but it’s a grand statement of their general ignorance and inability to connect with their own language group.

Word to the wise people, it doesn’t make you gansta, it makes you sounds like a fucking moron.

Not to mention the fact that written language is a visual representation of the words we speak – unless you actually say it like that, there's no reason for you to write it that way. AND! It’s not even easier to say. The “d” sound requires an initial stop after most words, so unless you’re combining it with “inda hood” it really doesn’t make your life any easier. If you’re stupid enough to use this, try and make the English language easier for your simple mind to articulate.

Every time I read a text, tweet, status update with this form I instantly regard this person to be an uneducated idiot whose ideas and opinions should be instantly disregarded due to their inability to write a message correctly. I mean seriously, how much more effort is it to write t-h-e over d-a? These cretins have probably input it as a word in their dictionary, because even the limited understanding of their cellphone doesn’t recognise this as a word. Mine suggests “fa” first. This is how witless you are!

If any one has the idiocy to defend their usage, you had better be African American. Don’t even get me started on the intricacies of the vernacular and overt/covert prestige. Let’s just say, the prestige of using Black American language applies to people who are, GASP, Black American. How wondrous?!

To anyone else, if you want to be taken seriously, don’t speak to me like you’re from the hood. It is insulting to be associated with such insidious misusers of my language.

Friday, November 6, 2009

Keeping up with company

However often I go shopping for clothes (quite often, as it is) I can never seem to keep up with the things that I see other people wearing and therefore want. I spend a lot of money on clothing and my wardrobe is bountiful, but I find that as soon as I wear something out once its fashion value is suddenly lost.

I’m not talking about work clothes. I have plenty to work with there and you tend to find that you just wear the same clothes in different combinations each week. It’s the Saturday outfits I can’t seem to ever have enough of. It feels like as soon as my friends have seen me wear something I couldn’t possibly wear it in their company again. Especially those friends of friends who you only see on Saturday nights and who seem to have a endless supply of gorgeous on-trend clothing that is flattering and understated yet has that designer store look about them.

And there’s a catch 22 about buying clothes as well. These beautiful pieces the friend of friend has look like they come from expensive shops. I have no problem spending $100 on a nice dress, but I’m a real sucker for value. Why buy one expensive dress when you could get two or three items for the same price? Ok, so the items from “value” stores like Glassons and Supre never quite have the same expensive “look” to them, but they do the job nicely in most situations. Getting more for my money is my downfall in this case. Maybe I need to see the value in buying one beautiful item a week, rather than the bulk lot.

It’s all about the accessories as well. Not only do you have to buy a dress, top or tunic every week or so to keep up with things, you have to buy a scarf or belt to go with it. I have never had so many types of belt in my life! When belts first came back into fashion (the “over-the-clothing” type of belt rather than holds-your-pants-up) I didn’t get into it. Now I have, I dunno, one million of them, in all different shapes, colours and elasticity. Now that I’m embracing the belt, it seems that I can’t keep up with them either. But I’ve gone beyond the point of no return, and I could not give up the belts at this time. Those faithful dividers enhance my waistline like the Great Wall – once a mark of exclusion and suffering, now a landmark of great wonder…

Yesterday I calmed my shopping need, in order to keep up with my fashionable friends, (and to retain sanity), and I went both ways. I got my bulk lot. Five items for under $100. I then invested in a sale item of great beauty and expense. It has that expensive look about it, and although I saw similar items in the value stores, they didn’t have the luxurious appeal of this piece, and they screamed “replica”, rather than the subtle originality that this dress possesses. I then bought a $5 belt to finish it off. No one has to know!

If only I had somewhere to wear it. I guess part of the problem is that when you buy nice things, you don’t want to spill drinks on them, sit on dirty pews, or associate with smokers – all things that make up the weekends of my life.

Perhaps I need to invest in some more high-priced friends also, so I keep my nice things exclusive, and persist with my replicas for my usual plebeian company.

note: the top dress is $199, the bottom is about $30. This is what I'm talking about in terms of cost vs value. Although you may essentially get the same look, the more expensive item is clearly nicer in terms of material, design and colour.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Tan-talising

If you are what you eat, Lindsay Lohan eats too many oranges. Tan-gerines even, if you want to get punny. As the face of her own fake tan brand, she’s like the antithesis of advertising. Off-put-ising I would like to term it.
The fake tan is something I’ve never embraced. Ok, a couple of times I might have indulged in a little moisturiser with added tan – summer skin in a bottle – but only on my legs! My face gets what it’s given. Thankfully, as a fair-skinned and red-headed person, that doesn’t mean freckle-mania. Somehow I managed to dodge that bullet, despite having the odds against me, and I don’t feel I need to bronze my face to hide the few that are there. I certainly don’t sit out face to the sun without a hat and sunscreen, for fear of the freckle development, but that doesn’t mean resorting to faking it. But I digress.

I love sun-kissed legs in summer, but I’ve yet to graduate from the good old sit-out-in-the-sun method. Every fake tan I have tried makes me look instantly orange. And then it ends. What if I’m wearing a bikini and suddenly orange turns to white when it reaches my tummy?

I hear you out there screaming, “spray tan Hazel!”, “sun beds!”, but it’s not for me. I hear sun beds are pretty bad for you, and I fear that if tan in a bottle can’t get it right, how do I know that a spray tan is going to be any better. (I have overriding visions of that Friends episode where Ross gets a spray tan…) Do they have a shade called “just a bit darker than your usual pasty self”? Because that’s what I need.

Fake tan seems to be suitable for the people who are already naturally inclined to get a bit darker in summer (but are clearly too lazy to put in the hard yards in a deck chair). Otherwise what you end up with is a hue that’s so different to your normal skin tone it’s blatantly unnatural.
It’s another one of those “if you’re gonna do it do it right” situations. And I guess my point here is: would you buy a fake tan endorsed by a person who looks like this?

Saturday, October 17, 2009

The fashionator


Fascinators are everywhere I look at the moment, but I wonder, apart from the races, are people actually wearing these things around?

They're gorgeous, don't get me wrong, but where is it appropriate to go around wearing a bunch of feathers and other crap upon your head? Maybe the stores are just stocking up for race season - spring is upon is - although at that nasty rain stage at the mo - but I can't imagine making it a metre down a Wellington street without the thing flying off into the distance. Lucky they hold the races out in the burbs where the weather is more temperate. (Although the train ride out there almost nulifies that small joy out of the equation.)

I must admit I recently purchased a headband with a little bit more on it than usual. Some sparkly leaves to make my melon shine, but already someone made a race-day comment, and it's only very minor compared with some of the befeathered monstrosities I've seen elsewhere. I'm seeing all too many on the shelves, but none upon heads. When I do see someone making the mistake of wearing one into town, I'll be sure to point and laugh, so you all know what not to look like.

Just because they are in the shops, doesn't mean you have to wear them. I'm glad to see places like Farmers have made them more available for the average lady going to race day this year. Otherwise it's DIY for el cheapos like me that can't afford to go to the milliner.


There are some lovely ones around and celebs seem to be embracing the look aswell. From goth/glam over-the-eyes black ribbon and lace to subtle feathers or sequins there's something to suit your style. So if you're going to do it, make sure it's in line with your event and evening wear. Subtle feathers that wrap around the head rather than stick straight up is a good way to experiment with the look, add a bit of glam and fascination. Just don't go all mother of the bride on us!

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

The Cat’s Meow!

As summer heats up (figuratively at this point, considering the last few miserable days) we can all start to bring our colourful, floral and patterned dresses out of the closet! Hooray! Standard Wellington winter black be gone! Although I must say, I made a concerted effort to add a bit of colour to my winter wardrobe this year.


An emerging theme is animal print. It’s been developing for a while, but seems to be more mainstream at this point, and I love it! It’s sexy and fun, but like most good things, risks being overdone.

I’ve invested in a few essential pieces, which, despite their similar animalistic characteristic, will never be seen together. (Unless they’re hanging out in my wardrobe.) Animal prints are great, but there’s a limit. I’m all for the one-piece-at-a-time take on the look. One essential accessory or garment per outfit can turn drab to fab, but don’t put them on together.

You might be thinking well duh haze, of course I’m not going to mix two leopard print pieces into one look, but you’d be surprised at how easily people can get it wrong. (Yes I saw you, girl on Lambton the other day. Don’t think I didn’t notice that leopard-print scarf over your zebra tunic/dress! It was like Picasso hit the zoo… and my fashion-sensitive eyes cursed you for it!)

Most of my wild prints are on accessories – scarves for the most part – but I intend to welcome a sweet pair of printed pumps into my newly organised shoe farm as well. I do have a printed skirt, and a top, but they are strictly to be worn with black or white opposites (tops or bottoms) and will never meet their catty counterparts upon the body.

Unlike some outfits, where I like to match my top with the same colour tights, or my tights with the same colour scarf, mixing up animal prints is a big no-no. Make it the feature of an otherwise simple outfit, and it’s the cat’s meow! Otherwise, it goes a bit cougar-Attack!


And no-one wants that.

Saturday, October 3, 2009

friday fashion dilemmas

Don't you hate it when you make the decision to dress down or dress casually when you're going out and then when you get to where you're going everyone else is glammed up?

I find it most confusing, especially on friday nights. I like to save my fabulous clothes (and bothering to apply more than just eye make-up) for saturdays. It's hard to know when to turn up somewhere looking fancy. When deciding what to wear out, you pose a risk of looking too fancy or too casual, so which is the biggest fashion faux pas?

If the night's starting out as, say, a bbq, you don't want to dress up too much, but then what if you end up going out later in the night? I always envy the hosts! They have all the options of being casual and comfy until the situation requires glamming, and then it's a simple case of running off and quickly changing their outfit (and usually a drunken application of make-up, which can catch even the make-up pros out!).

I'm the "sensible" kind of goer-outer who sneaks a pair of heels in my oversized handbag for those just-in-case times! Is that crazy? I also try to remember at least the most basic of make-up, so if the moment comes, I'm not heading into town looking like I just got off the couch.

I tend to be a dresser-downer if I'm just going round to someone's house for drinks. I think I'd rather wear my beloved skinny jeans and a nice top than turn up in a dress. You've all seen those people. Especially those new-to-the-group friends who aren't sure what the standard dress code is and turn up dressed to impress. It usually has the opposite effect. You tend to laugh quietly about the girl in the sparkly dress standing around drinking in someones kitchen. Fashion fail.


Who is the biggest offender here? Unfortunately my friday nights don't consist of celebrity charity events, so maybe this isn't the best example!

The general concensus on other fashion sites seems to be that over-dressing is the way to go. I don't know if it's because they're American and I'm in NZ, but I think I'd rather dress down. Go the jeans. And my just-in-case heels in handbag :-)

I'm writing this as I start to think about what I'm going to wear out tonight. You know what is really easy to dress up or down with the addition of heels??? JEGGINGS!!! now, to go with black or blue demin...

Thursday, October 1, 2009

the long and short of it

Are short-shorts appropriate to wear to work? The shorties-over-tights look seems like it could be professional to me, but I never go there in fear of what the “older” people at work might think. In my own time I’ve been doing the shorts over tights thing for a couple of years now. It’s funky and versatile, keeps your legs warm in winter, and hides any between-shaving-day legs in spring!

I certainly wouldn’t try and pull off short-shorts at work without the tights. There’s something about that leg coverage that makes all the difference. It’s the same with short skirts. I wear some fairly short skirts to the office – I much prefer short skirts to the more professional knee-length ones – they just look better on me. But for the sake of professionalism I wear the tights.

What is it about that semi-transparent, skin-tight netting that makes tights so much more acceptable than bare skin? Especially when I’m seeing fish-net stockings around the office these days. Where is the line and how do we avoid crossing it?

Obviously with the shorts, I’m not talking about fluro hot pants or boardies/beach shorts. There are some really nice ones available these days, particularly in tweed, black and greys. They’re in the same shops I buy my other office-wear from – so why is it such a grey area?

What is it about shorts that says casual over professional?

I still don’t know. But I welcome your thoughts. For now I’ll stick to my just-as-short-as-short-shorts skirts and wait ‘til someone else successfully pulls it off!


Wednesday, September 30, 2009

More than half Uggly

I remember buying a pair of Ugg boots in 2004 or 5. Not the slipper-kind, we’d had those as kids for as long as I can remember, but the then-fashionable, everyday-wearing kind of ugg that popped into the scene that winter. I thought the ones I had were pretty cool, and that winter they were a must-have, accompanied by a denim mini and black stockings.

They were everywhere you looked at uni. The staple outfit of that Wellington winter. I did find that they were rather awkward to walk up that massive hill in, but I cared not. I had my uggs and I thought they were choice.

I can’t say I ever went as far with that fad as the pom-pom-adorned variety, that was a bit much as far as I was concerned. Mine were very plain and black, all their fluff was on the inside where it belonged and they kept my feet toasty and warm. Getting to wear your slippers all day is as close to being a bum as students can get, and we embraced it with vigour!


The ugg phenomenon turned sour for me when I went back to my small hometown that summer where the fad had only just hit. By that time in Wellington we were all back in our Havaianas, our uggs tucked away for the summer, but for these poor souls the fashion only caught on at the end of the year. They were out in sweltering temperatures in their uggs, tights and minis, thinking they were looking pretty cool and feeling rather hot (of the sweaty variety, not the sexy type).

That is where it ended for me. Rather short-lived, those uggs are condemned forevermore to a dusty coffin somewhere in my basement.

But close to five years on still I see them on the streets. Why, people, WHY? Where are you even getting them from? I haven’t seen one ugg in a shop for at least three years. Did you hoard three or four pairs for the impending ugg drought? Or is there some secret Uggs-R-Us dispensary floating around out there?

I am seriously concerned for the fashion health of our population. The ugg is over! Get them off your nasty little feet and purchase some shutes or booties instead. Please! For the sake of our fashionable reputation here in the capital!

It’s very distressing for me. Not only do I see ugg-people wearing them in broad daylight, they are wearing them with their jeans stuffed into the boot (or worse still, jeans rolled up to meet the top of the boot). Whatever they do with it, there’s no slender meeting of footwear and jeans. Instead you’ll see a fluffy boot crammed with denim, creating cankles where cankles weren’t before, and opening the wearer up to all sorts of ridicule (from me at least). And don’t even get me started on those pom poms!

As fashions come and go, we are expected to move on with them. As much as we might like to hold on to some of these modes, there comes a time to let go. I’m not saying we should change to suit the latest fashion on the catwalk, conform to commercial pressures, or purchase shoes faster than we can scuff the soles. But seriously people, there are some things that should happily come and go – and the ugg is one of them.


Am I wrong? Is it still acceptable to wear uggs? Your thoughts are welcomed, although I have my suspicions that ugg-wearers aren’t regular readers of fashion blogs, opening up a rather one-sided view on the matter.


Note to readers: we wore tights with ours, this girl is probably Australian! lol

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Attack of the Killer Heels

The latest fashion victim to walk the streets is my feet. Not because they are clad in something hideous, but because of the inevitable pain that came with my new killer heels. To be fair, I haven’t had an opportunity to wear them out yet, but my attempts around the house have been short-lived at best, and I am determined to get the platform walk down before I take them into the public eye.

Stumbling or shuffling in heels is not my style. Watching inexperienced heel-wearers out on Friday and Saturday nights is enough to make me cringe (and sometimes lol). Word to the wise ladies – wear your heels around at home a few times before setting yourself up for embarrassment on the streets.

But I digress…


These platforms I bought are the most beautiful bronze colour and the heels are close to 5 inches high. (Not too bad if you think about the inch of platform raising the ball of the foot as well.) Nevertheless, they are certainly impressive, and I can’t wait to wear them out (if only for a short distance!).

My bf, on the other hand, is not so impressed. He thinks they look like stripper heels. I can see how he came to that conclusion, the untrained male eye might not see the difference between this… (black) and this… (pink). However, I was a little surprised to see the latter online in the same field as the other platforms and I smiled quietly at the way they labelled them “show-girl style” and not just “stripper heels”.

But! We are all about the platforms this season and the look is varying and plentiful, a style for every taste.


I’m loving the peep-toe, like my current obsession, but then I saw some nude pumps in another store (well out of my price range – until next pay day, anyway). I think they were the most beautiful things I have ever seen! I’m sure one of my Barbies had a pair just like them back in the day and I am determined to transport the Barbie shoe on to my own dainty hoof in the coming weeks. Nude is such a hot colour right now, so classy, so elegant and extremely versatile as far as clothing choice goes.





I haven’t quite embraced the gladiator look yet, in sandals or heels. I can see how it works, I like some of the ones I see, but I can’t quite make it to the check out. If they stick around for long enough perhaps I will eventually conform, but ‘til then I’ll stick with my pumps.

Other trends continuing to grace our feet are cork heels, snakeskin leather and some gorgeous bright colours and patents – something for every occasion. Just make sure that when you’re out shopping, you’re going for sexy chic not stripper-chick!

Happy shopping! xx



Monday, September 28, 2009

the jegging phenomenon

So, the latest phenomenon to grace our lovely legs is the "jegging". Love the look. Hate the name. However, I tried and failed to come up with a better term, thus my reference to the awkward jegging, the fashionable love-child of jeans and leggings. Leggings have been around for a while now, keeping us toasty when we're out in the less-than-desirable NZ weather and saving us from seeing all too much beyond the leave-nothing-to-the-imagination micromini dresses of late. I'm sometimes concerned for the health of the girls wearing these dresses on out on freezing nights, but that's a whole other story...

I'm loving my newly purchased jeggings! I was so pleased with them in the shop that I purchased both denim blue and black (not quite adventurous enough for acid-wash yet, I'll leave them for the under-20s for now!), at a hefty price, but such is the cost of fashion! Jeggings are so versatile, much like their legging counterparts, but with the added value of (gasp!) pockets and the ever-fashionable look of jeans.

You dress them down with a lengthy singlet, bat-wing top or boyfriend shirt, or sex them up with killer heels and a cute little dress (minus the visible thighs). They're the greatest asset to my wardrobe of late - saving me ten minutes of struggling with my best going-out skinny jeans, and with the super skinny look. How could it go wrong, right?

I'll tell you how...

I rate Wellington as being pretty trendy, but I am concerned to see all too many girls out wearing their jeggings (or leggings) as pants. Now I'm not talking about not wearing a skirt over the top, a long top will suffice, but when your top and your jeggings meet at the waist, with no attempt at hiding the bummage, the look goes quickly awry. I've seen it being done! Jeggings with waistline checked shirt, meeting there in the awkward inbetween that is so rarely seen these days. The first image that comes to mind is this ---->






I have two words for you. Camel and Toe.

No one wants or needs to see this. The suggestion of lovely legs that jeggings/leggins provide is so much more pleasant than giving it all away! And unless you're catwalk thin, jeggings provide the perfect opportunity to show off the legs without having to expose the bum area. Just barely covering it is so much better than setting it free.
Disagree? I welcome images posted of an example where the look works on someone larger than a size 6 (0). Or even on a size 6! I'm a comfortable size 10, my bum and thighs cause me no embarrassment, but I still wouldn't be caught out without a top over my hips of my beloved jeggings.

Happy jegging! xx