Your loving gives me a thrill.

...but your loving don't pay my bills, now give me mooooneeeeyyyy.

It's unhealthy that for every single situation I will ever go through, there will be a suitable Beatles song. It's not very productive because I'll end up spending half my life singing along to a song about something instead of doing that something.

Quite a few of you in the 666 Brooch giveaway (126 entries and counting) said I should do more purchase posts, so on to the purchasez:



AA Disco Pants (Ebay, $60), Union Jack belt ($4)

MY GODDAMN AMERICAN APPAREL DISCO PANTS FINALLY ARRIVED. I lost my banking key card this morning, and in the frenzied fury that ensued, involving me tearing the house apart and taking 5 minute breaks to throw things at the wall and lie on the ground moaning in frustration, the deliveryman came past bearing these sweet, sweet, long overdue pants. I wore them for the next 3 hours, studying, making Easy Mac, tearing the house apart again in the hope my key card would materialise, and finally dancing to The Kinks until I realised that I was spending more time touching my pants than I was studying. These pants are insane. They're actually PANTS. And they're so so so tight but at the same time the most comfortable pants that have ever touched my scaly, Winter-afflicted legs. How is that even possible?

I just realised I wrote a whole paragraph on a pair of pants. Needless to say, I'm in love.



Thrifted tulle kid's dress that I cannot even fit over my boobs so I'm probably never going to end up wearing it ($4) and thrifted trashy parrot button-up that makes me feel like a rich businessman holidaying in the Carribean ($3).



Thrifted too-small brogues ($5), Plaid high waisted skirt ($4), Boy's khaki green (is that even a colour?) high waisted tapered pants ($3)



Oversized purple button-up ($5), AGAIN, ANOTHER KID'S DRESS THAT DOESN'T EVEN FIT ME. I need to stop buying kid's shit. Who am I kidding? ($3), Tokito petal skirt from Myer ($50 on sale, bought with birthday gift card)

Below: Thrifted cream tapered pants ($12), plaid tapered pants ($5)...yeah I'm getting a bit obsessed



Aaaand finally, what I look like in the middle of study. Sleepy, awake only on fear of failing and Red Bull, messy, half-up, half-down hair. And my study station - if you've been reading long enough, you'd remember that I used to study on the floor. I still do. My set-up is just far more sophisticated and less holy-shit-I'm-going-to-get-back-problems-when-I'm-64. Speaking of studying, in the coming months, my blog posts are going to become less and less coherent, delayed, and rushed. Why? Because blogging takes ages and my textbooks stare at me from the floor like I've murdered someone. I can hear them whispering, "You're fucked for the HSC". So, I'm sorry in advance.

Also, I'm on Facebook now, like the page and I'll send gnomes to your house (pleasant gnomes). It'll mainly be for blog/shop updates. And now I'm going to wrap up this post before it spirals into the next century. Why is this post so long? Why am I asking so many rhetorical questions?

Vast.

Christopher Kane has been Tumblrin' lately and has tapped into the hipster psyche, because the hipster inside of me wants to do a big bellyflop into these prints and take a mad intergalactic space swim. It's no secret I have a bit of an obsession with space prints (me and every other teenage girl that exists...), and I'm a sucker for digital prints. Digital prints would rock my world if they didn't cost $800000 and my soul, and were thrift-able.



I just have a problem with the shoes - they look like a fusion of 90s pornstar bedroom slippers and a craft project gone wrong more than anything else. Give me some sculptured wedges and I'll be geared and ready to travel to the edge of the universe.

Oh, and WOW at all the entries so far. I didn't know you guys would be so keen. Thank you for all your flattering comments (my ego is the size of Saturn right now), and your half hearted attempts at criticism, you no-good, too-kind, generous followers of mine, you. I'll work on what you guys have said so far - what you want more of. But the header is here to stay. What other blogger has a pair of legs, a squirrel (?) in a band uniform, a space babe, a deer and a film camera in one header? It's, like, all the elements of a good day combined into one image.



Christopher Kane Resort 2011

666: Brooch Giveaway.

So, last night during my note-making and red bull-dranking (for the sake of rhyming), I checked my blog and lo and behold: 666 followers. I know people usually do giveaways and celebrations when they hit whole numbers, but what's the point in that? I'm here to celebrate the fact that my worshippers are all minions of Satan. I hope you guys enjoy your complimentary shaky-red-bull-afflicted-mouse-made devil horns. Complimentary devil horns: just one of the ways that my blog enriches your life (I know I'd be stoked).

But on to the actual giveaway. (I hear you cry, WHAT, JESS? There's MORE? I was pretty happy with the complimentary devil horns).



I'm giving this amazing vintage carousel horse brooch that I got off Etsy. It was way more expensive than a brooch should be, but I will probably never wear it again so I might as well pass it along to one of my lovely readers.

What you have to do:
1. Make sure you are following me either via Google Friend Connect (the "Follow button on the uppermost bar on my blog, or down the sidebar) or via Bloglovin.
2. Leave a comment telling me what you like about my blog or what I could improve on (no seriously, guys, I need constructive criticism e.g. what you want to see me post more of, less etc), how you're feeling and your e-mail.
3. Either I will use a random number generator or I'll number my bunnies and make them race each other (depends on how much I feel like procrastinating) to determine the winner.
4. I'll pay for the postage, and it's open to everyone around the globe (meaning if you're from Uzbekistan and you had doubts, join in).
5. Follow me on Twitter if you want (and check out my homeskillet's new blog Still in the Foetal Position). Look at me, e-whoring myself and my friends out like nobody's business.
6. That's all.
7. Complimentary dot point to go with your complimentary devil horns.
8. It'll finish on the 8th of the 8th (August) to keep with the recurring number theme.



It's the same one I wore here (Dead Hearts):


P.S. GUYS, I didn't mean to offend anyone with the whole 666 thing. I know you aren't a Satan worshipper.