Fear of the Red

I absolutely adore make-up.

It has been a very important part of me since I entered teen-hood.
I almost feel sick if I don't have make-up equipped and hardly recognise myself fresh-faced. 

One thing, I just couldn't get my head around was me with red lipstick. 

Love the look and the idea of it but for some reason, when I sport the le chic red lippy - I look like a tranny that may or may not sell his/her body to the night. 

Being my unfortunate circumstances, you can only imagine my reaction when red lips all of a sudden became the BOOM. 

I resented every lass that was able to pull it off by commenting on their photo "You look slutty". 

Yep, I was that spiteful jez-girl.

I kept on with my life though, with my boring childish nude lips. 

That is, until just the other night. 

It was like I was three years old again, I was staying with my mother duckette in Sydney and like usual, I was raiding through her goods to see if there were any that I may be interested in "borrowing". 

I came across Chanel's scorching red lippy, still fresh and glistening. 

Naturally, I had to give it a chance. 

I don't know if it was the two glasses of wine that I had earlier or if I had just finally grown up as a woman.

 

IT LOOKED BULL-SHIT HOT. 

I then went out with my blood-stained lips thinking that I was all that. 

Though this may be a very "cool blog bro" kind of post but seriously, it was like I swam for the first time. 

Congratulations are welcome. 

- A- 

White Out

Can anybody on the face of this doomed planet look bad in a freshly ironed crisp white blouse? 

Honestly, to this day I can still remember every so clearly, the first time I buttoned myself up in a heavenly-white blouse.

It was a very special moment. 

This takes us back to my school ducks phase.

I went to the same school from Year One all the way to Year Twelve. 

A typical pretentious old-girls private school in a small suburban town that proclaimed itself as the "Garden City". 

Everything about this school I hated barring the bull-shit over-priced uniform. 

They were snobby and definitely over-the-top, naturally, I adored it. 

Our Winter uniform was by far my favourite number. 

+ White Button-Up Blouse +

+ Tartan 100% Cotton/Wool Pleated Skirt +

+ Navy High Socks +

+ Black Mary-Janes +

+Tartan Tie to match the Skirt +

Okay, I understand that the above may sound like something that would feature in a late-night xxx film BUT, give me the ben of the doubt, when I say this but us girls, sure looked bangin'. 

The first time I wore this collaboration was in June 1992. 

At the wee age of 5, I was well-aware that I looked BOSS. 

All thanks to the plain white button-up and perhaps the tie gave it just that cheeky boost too. 

Present time -  at the age of 25. 

I wear a white blouse to work and still feel like I could rule the world simply by poppin' up my well-bleached collars. 

Yes, I'll admit it. 

 I feel mighty sexy y'all. 

I can bet my favourite limb (my left fin) that the general fem pop could not agree with me more. 

(very pleased to go to work this day) 

- A -