Beware the tie dye monster

This post will be highly immature in content, as the only thing I have to say today is look at this:

Look at it!!! It looks like an octopus monster!!! It's amazing!!

This has been a highly informative lecture on tie dying.

Come back tomorrow after I pour toilet bleach all over the octopus to see what happens.

Things I suck at: Looking clean

Today I was privileged enough to be invited to see Giselle by the RNZB free of charge with my boyfriend and his family. This is fabulous to the highest degree, and the show was off duh chain. Except I don't actually know anything about ballet so don't hold me to that. However, everyone who actually knew their shit about ballet seemed to like it. It was the last night tonight anyway so there's no point in telling you to go, but yeah.
Sam's family has very much introduced me to a world I'm not quite sure about, but I'm doing my best. For example, I have no fucking clue what to wear to a ballet. My keyword I used as a starting point was "clean", which if you have read this blog previously, you will know this is not my strong suit by any means.
I am disappointed to say that I did not really at all achieve my keyword in any area.
I am pleased to say that Sam's mum and grandma said I looked nice anyway.
S-s-s-s-score.

I have found that the eyebrows and the bun work wonders if you  are trying to distract your companions from the rest of your face and your attire. The eyebrows especially make you look much more interesting than you actually are, especially if you get pencil shavings in them, from a poorly sharpened eye pencil.

I also haven't worn this lipstick in aaaaages, it's airborne unicorn by Lime Crime and aaah yeah I'm feeling the unicorn vibes.

You can probably spy out some Jeffrey Campbell skates as well, assuming you can use your eyes. Again, I haven't worn these in aaaages. So long, in fact, that when I pulled them out of my wardrobe the other day, they were coated in a nice green mould. 

Pleasing.

P.S. I did, in fact, make the dress I'm wearing, this is a fabrics blog after all.

P.P.S. Other things I suck at: having a camera and taking decent pictures with it. I'll sort it out one day.

P.P.P.S. I say I will, but I most likely won't.

P.P.P.P.S. Extra for experts: leave your eyebrows on overnight. They look their very best when they've been smudged right up your forehead by your pillow while you sleep.

XOXO

Snaps for: The Rock-oco Collection

Just got a bit overexcited when I saw this collection on Topshop.com. This is maybe a bit more sophisticated than I'd usually go for, as I really don't pull off that kind of look too well. I'm too dead set in my ways of looking like a tacky, dirty, five year old. But yeah, ho dang, these things niiiice. If only I didn't have to buy christmas things like a good citizen.

If you have more money than me, click here

Otherwise, join me in my drooling journey below.

Look what the cat dragged in

Following my last emotional rollercoaster day at school, I indulged in some much needed retail therapy. I took some meaaan as photos of the fabric (for once) but now my card reader isn't working. Boo hoo, why do i even try.
This is quite a long one so you can locate it under the cut and stuff.

Remember this moment

I have just returned from my last ever day at school.
We had our leavers' assembly, when everyone made speeches saying their final goodbyes, and honestly, I have never seen so many people crying their lil hearts out.
My school tends to be adored by all who attended it, so the goodbyes are always the hardest part.
For me, personally, it is very much a bereavement, leaving high school. I moved there after a truly awful first year at an all-girls, uniform school, and I've never ever looked back. High helped me find my passion and helped me find myself, and I couldn't be more grateful for the experience, nor could I have asked for a better group of people to grow up with.
Enough on that now.
But yeah. It needed to be said.
Bye bye Wellington High xxxxx

P.s. most emotional part of the day- a year 12 who is shaping up to become the "me" of next year (the overly passionate fabrics student) wrote me a letter telling me how hard my shoes would be to fill. Brb just crying a river over here.
Except she's kinda pretty much the shit and a super genius so she needn't worry.

P.p.s. the tears began: When a group sang the friends theme tune, you know, I'll be there for yooooooouuuuu

Why am I not: Kate Sheppard

Let's all take a moment to appreciate just how fabulous this lovely lady is. For those of you who don't know/care, this is Kate Sheppard, largely (but probably not entirely) responsible for gaining the vote for women in New Zealand. We were also the first country to get the vote, so to me that spells "Kate Sheppard and our suffrage movement is the motherfucking shit".
Anyway, I've been pondering in history class, the way the women dressed in this era was just so nice. (Yes, I do notice these things, no matter how interesting the topic is)
I thought I might make a replica of the top she's wearing in this photo, it would be like my own little secret homage to her. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, and because I can't imitate her by getting the vote again or making awesome speeches, I think that it's best to imitate in the best way that I know how.
I'll keep you posted.
And you know what? Kate Sheppard will have another role in this process!

She just can't stop being involved in my life, can she? Can't say I'm complaining. 

I have a massive bone to pick with this particular colour

Now I don't know if this rant is fueled by the fact that I haven't slept properly in months, but I am still mad about it. This morning on the bus, I was idly viewing the various shops as I drove past. Although I have been making this exact same bus journey for four years, something caught my attention that doesn't usually.
There is a certain shop that uses one particular colour for its logo and all of its decor. I won't write the name here because I don't want this petty post to come up when the name is googled or anything. How considerate I am.
But ANYWAY their logo is done in the worst colour known to mankind. I promise you, this is the only colour I feel any kind of passion for, either positively or negatively. I hate it on a highly irrational level, and I can accept that.
I even used the colour finder on the Resene website to try and find a sample of said colour. This is getting out of hand. Whenever I realise I don't like something, I tend to find out as much as possible about it, until I feel satisfied that I don't like it for good reason or until I realise my life is a sad abyss. Whichever comes first.
UNSURPRISINGLY RESENE DOESN'T HAVE A COLOUR THAT MATCHES IT JUST RIGHT, BECAUSE IT'S THE WORST FUCKING COLOUR EVER.

LOOK AT THAT FOUL STUPID LITTLE COLOUR
SITTING THERE ALL ARROGANT LIKE IT'S EQUAL TO THE OTHER COLOURS IN THE SPECTRUM.

Okay let me tell you my backstory for this colour. I was, about three months ago, gifted a piece of fake fur in this colour by my fabrics teacher. I was excited because I can't afford fake fur, and although I was skeptical about the colour, I was willing to make it work because it was free, you know how it is.
THis probably would have been okay if the piece was a bit bigger. It was too small to make a whole separate garment out of, meaning that I would have to combine it with another piece of fabric to actually make something.
NOTHING in my fabric collection matches this stupid colour to my satisfaction. NOTHING. I don't know WHY this has happened but it feels like a personal attack against me.
I WILL ACTUALLY GIVE YOU FIFTY CENTS IF YOU CAN FIND SOMETHING THAT MATCHES WITH THIS SHIT. I'M NOT READY TO GIVE UP ON THE FABRIC JUST YET.

DO NOT SUGGEST THAT BLACK AND WHITE SHIT BECAUSE I'VE BEEN THERE AND DONE THAT.
This has never happened to me before and it's shaken me right to my core.