Sunday, November 29, 2015


Saturday night I had my hubby's work Christmas party and the theme was
Winter Wonderland.
"Oh for shits sake! Winter Wonderland?!!! In summer in Queensland!??"
was my immediate reaction.
This was closely followed by "Oooooo an excuse to go to Spottys and buy some more fabric and sew a new frock SQUEALLLLLL!!"

Even though I was warned that the majority of people would probably NOT be in theme I cared not because if a theme is announced then God Dammit I WILL be in theme!

I decided to do the Simplicity Lisette dress again because it is really lovely on.... has a back zip and has pockets.  I chose a red cotton with gold metallic snow flake pattern.

I can't recommend this pattern highly enough. It is really easy but LOOKS like it is really hard.

I teamed my frock with a gorgeous Christmas hair piece from Kats Cadillac Vintagewhich made my super duper Christmas outfit complete!
Kats Cadillac Vintage Hair piece

I can't say too much about the Christmas party except the hall look freaking spectacular.
They even had fake SNOW!!

Hubby was right. 
Out of about 1000 employees only about 10 people were in theme.
I didn't know anybody so frankly I didn't give a shit what people thought of my 1950s Mrs Claus ensemble. I had fun anyway.

I managed to rail road two employees dressed as elves and convinced them that we HAD to have a photobooth photo together considering we were the 3 best dressed people in the place.

I'm not sure if they were too scared to say no but be all crammed into the booth.
Please note Mr Elf's expression in photo three.
I was squishing into frame & I accidentally put my hand on his........ ummmm.... christmas baubles.

It was a lovely night and a great excuse to make another outfit.
Not to toot my own christmas trumpet but I had at LEAST 5 people come up to me & tell me how much they loved my outfit & hair piece.
I'm not gunna lie it was pretty good for a dame's confidence and it felt very nice to say modestly (ok maybe not so modestly ) " Thank you. I made it myself"

Christmasy as all shit

I freaking LOVE a mystery photobomber LOL

You can't see it but it is snowing in this pic.



Thursday, November 26, 2015


SO this week was White Ribbon Day. Awareness for domestic violence against women.
I am all for this 'awareness' day BUT I think it should just be AWARENESS FOR ALL VIOLENCE.

I'm NOT down playing the importance of raising awareness of domestic violence against women.

So much so that I thought I would share with you my story of domestic violence that not many
(if any ) of you know.

I was 22.
I had very little self esteem and confidence due to instances in my life up to this point (that's another blog post)
I met him when I started bar tending at a new bar.
We instantly clicked.
He was hilarious, charming, lovely and told me many many times how wonderful & gorgeous I was.
We became serious.
It was great working with my boyfriend at first. We would joke around and laugh and it made work fun. I hadn't laughed that much in ages.

It began after about 4 months of a fantastic relationship.

He would grab me by my upper arm very very hard behind the bar and whisper into my ear "I see you looking at that guy. Don't you fucking look at him".
We would go out after work with a group and he would be smiling & laughing at everyone but as soon as we were alone he would stab his finger into my forehead and put his face right up to mine and hiss "Don't you fucking LOOK at anyone! You are a fucking SLUT".
I had NO idea why he was doing this. I have never been a flirt or acted sexy in my life.

Then he would suddenly flip back into awesome BF. Everybody LOVED him. Everyone would tell me how LUCKY I was.

One night I finished work at 2am & we had organised for me to go back to his unit as he had the night off. I got there and knocked on the door. I saw his bedroom light go on. .. but he didn't answer the door. So I called out for him to let me in and knocked again. His light went off and he left me locked out. I had no money to get a cab home and it was winter and freezing.
I pleaded for him to let me in but he wouldn't . I ended up curled up on his door mat sleeping on the balcony. When he opened the door in the morning he was all loving and calling me a silly duffer and saying he didn't hear me. I convinced myself that was true.
This would not be the last time he locked me out.

One night at work he grabbed my arm at work & pulled me into the back room and shoved my hand under the steam spout of the cappuccino machine and got right up into my face "I see you looking at THEM. I hear you talking about ME and laughing at ME. You slut I'll fucking burn you".
Suddenly my bar manager appeared and he let me go. "is everything ok here?" "Yes" i replied not making eye contact.

He was eventually fired from this job because he smashed a pint glass on the bar & threatened me with it.  He was escorted out by security and banned from the premises.

Did I leave him?
I believed that I WAS a little slut & I was in the wrong. If only I hadn't have done that thing, looked at that person, said that thing, smiled at that customer.

I took to working double and somtimes triple shifts because work was the only place I was safe.  I would sleep in the change room or eat room.  But, no matter what time I left he was waiting.
Literally waiting outside all the time.
He would go through phases where he was boyfriend of the year for about a month. He was amazing. We would go out for dinner. He would tell me I was wonderful and that he loved me.
I started to believe that I must be going insane. How could THIS wonderful caring man be a monster? No no it MUST be me.

Then it would come back.

One night I was having a shower and he decided I had been in there too long. He stormed in & dragged me out of the shower, naked & wet & threw me on the floor and started stabbing his finger into my forehead with his nose & mine almost touching. "What are you doing in here??? Why are you taking so fucking long??"
The weird thing is that we rarely had sex.  He wasn't interested. I took this personally and believed that I must truly be awful & hideous if he wasn't even interested in me sexually.

By this time he was living with me in my shared flat with two other girls but because I was a shift worker & was working 12 hours + a day I rarely saw them.  They loved him.
He was so charming & funny and would do things around the house & housework.
They told me that thought I had scored a great bloke. I was so lucky.

One day we were walking along near a park and he was talking to me about something and I was lost in my thought of how not to piss him off today when he grabbed me, swung me around and screamed "Fucking RESPOND when I talk to you!!"
I started crying and saying sorry sorry sorry.
He responded by throwing me into a chain fence and getting up into my face again telling me how pathetic I am.
Then suddenly it was like he switched and he would say softly" oh baby come here. I'm so sorry. You are amazing. Let me give you a hug".
We are now about 8 months into our 'relationship' and I have now lost the strength to fight anymore.

Almost exactly 9 months to the day I get home from work to find him in the kitchen.
His eyes are BLACK. I know that look.
He has a piece of paper in his hand.
"What the fuck is this?" He snarls.
I reply that I don't know.
"It is a note from Peter at work asking if you are coming to the staff barbecue".

Something happens in my brain. Everything suddenly gets very very clear and it is like someone has turned up the clarity and colour in the world.
I feel.............. very very calm.
I have decided that it is over. I am ready.
I am ready to die.
"Yep. Yep I fucked him & all of the other blokes at work"
His eyes widen & get even darker.
"We stand around and talk about you & we laugh at you. You are a huge joke. You think I love you. I hate you. I'm using you and you are the one who is pathetic".
He storms around the counter to me with his fists balled up tight.
I feel............. nothing.
I am not frightened. I am relieved. It will soon be over.
He puts his hands around my throat & slams me into the wall and begins to squeeze.
I... begin to
Hysterical laughter.
I am so happy. And I can't stop laughing even as I start to see pin pricks of light floating around me.

He releases me & collapses to the ground.
Heavy loud sobbing.
He curls up crying.
I stand over him.
I feel....... STILL.
I tell him to get his stuff & get out.
He looks up at me. .. says nothing & goes upstairs.
I calmly pour myself a glass of wine and sit at the table.
After half an hour he comes down with a big suitcase packed.
He calls his father. Does not look at me and doesn't talk to me.
He walks out the front to wait.
I close the door & lock it.
I go back to the table and drink some more.

I never saw or heard from him again.


about 6 months ago. 20 YEARS LATER.
I walked into the coffee shop next to my work & he was there in front of counter.
I couldn't breathe.
I about faced & walked out.

I haven't seen him since.

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

The Rechords Album launch at Brooklyn Standard

It's not often that The Rechords venture up to Queensland
but whenever they do I make sure I get along to see them. 
So I was super stoked when they announced they would be playing at
Brooklyn Standard on October 31!  
They were up to promote their new album "The Rechords Live Rechording".
I have a copy and it is so fantastic. It's almost hard to believe it is a live recording the sound quality is just so clear & crisp.
Want to know how much of a dedicated groupie I am??
The set was from 11pm until 2am and I STILL got out of my pyjamas and went!!
That's how dedicated I am!

Naturally, another social outing calls for a new frock. 
I am doing a fabulous Sew-along with the lovely Miss Dixie O'Dare and so I decided that I would whip up the sew-along frock I wear. 
I got this fantastic arrow fabric from Spotlight on sale.
I just love it.  It has a vintage cartoon Mary Blair Disney vibe to it.
Now, THIS frock isn't my 'official' sew-along frock so I won't do a write up on that yet. 
I have ANOTHER fabric that I want to do my PROPER sew-along with. ....
blog post YTC.

Anyways back to The Rechords show.
It was my first time in Brooklyn Standard & when we arrived the Mojo Webb Blues band were playing.  I've seen them play at Lefty's are they are fantastic.
I really liked the vibe of the venue. It's downstairs in a laneway & has a real speak-easy feel.
It didn't take long for us to secure a booth seat thanks to the surprising swiftness of my eagle eye husband and so we settled in for a few hours of people watching.
Holy moley.
Now keep in mind it was Halloween night in the city.
It is always an eye opener for me when I am surrounded by The Youth of Today. 
As the night wore on I found myself becoming a concerned mother figure for one young gal Caitlyn who slurred to me "Eyyyyyyyyyyyyyy been shrinking ada Octoberfessssss all day. I drunk sooooooo many beeerzzzzzz". She was totally and utterly maggot. I was really concerned for her & I can't for the life of me understand why her friends didn't take her home. She spent all night looking like a zombie from the Walking Dead stumbling around the club stopping occasionally to do a power fist movement to the band & exclaim "Woooo!"
Then there was the young dude who kept nodding off next to hubby. His chin would nearly hit his chest when his eyes would snap open... he'd take another sip of his drink and then doze off again.
But the winner was a young lass who (without trying to sound too snarky) looked like a before contestant on Snog, Marry, Avoid. She was completely off her nut and was half dancing half stumbling around the dance floor. She had on these super high heels & I was terrified she was going to snap her ankle at any moment.  She would do this weird Mick Jaggeresque wobble across the dancefloor with her lips pursed in a permanent duck-face.
She seemed to be having a great time though.  Such a good time she just HAD to get in our selfies.
I wonder if this is how I looked in 1992 at The Gig nightclub after my dozen test tube shots of B52.
Probably. *face palm* I wonder if the lass would have had a big spew out of the taxi door in front of the RBH like I used to every Saturday night. Probably.
Sigh. Youth.
Finally The Rechords came on.
It's so easy to review them because every time I see them it's the same.
2 O'clock in the morning finally comes and it's time to go home.
I feel old and weary.
These days instead of having a chuck I have a noice cup of Earl Grey  and a panadol before crashing into bed.
How things change.
Would I SNOG, MARRY or AVOID?????
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