My big plan of blogging everyday until I leave to go away in June/July has been a nothing but futile. I blame life. After work, uni, socializing, eating, sleeping, breathing and pottery there is literally no more hours left in a week, granted I do require more friend time than most to remain sane. But I'm going to make things very easy for myself, this post is literally a list of things I am thinking about buying but haven't yet. I do love a good list and I hear others do to. So I am creating, what I feel, is a very beautiful one. A beautiful list. What a perfect pairing. Enjoy.
Took this photo on opening night and it's my fave photo of all time.
The feeling I get walking up down the cobbled path that leads to the new Twenty-seven names store on Osbourne Lane in Newmarket (you know, in that new bit where all the cool stores are popping up) is straight up excitement. Which is different to how I feel walking up to the opening of many other store openings or any ‘event’ type situations. A situation that might usually be a little awkward or intimidating is the complete opposite with these guys. It goes without saying that the clothing they make is out of this world amazing. The current collection is this peachy, linen dream hanging from perfect brass racks. But the great feelings are also hugely thanks to the beautiful personalities behind the label, Rach and Anjali. I always describe them as two of the best people in the entire world. They are both so smiley and gorgeous and ridiculously sweet. I’ll always remember thinking when I was a little fashion grom that they were so nice to me and straight up cool compared to all of the weird freaky fashion people I had come across previously. They feel like my awesome big sisters of the fashion world. Kath is my other fashion sister and Leonie Barlow is my fashion mum. I just need a fashion dad… maybe that can be Steve Dunstan. Except I feel like he would hate being called that haha. Anj is amazing, I feel like I like her so much because she sort of reminds me of a strange combination of my mum and my sister. She tells it how it is, but is also very funny and still the sweetest human being on earth. And Rach might be an actual angel, she is SO kind. I would hug them all the time if that were socially acceptable. Unfortunately it is not and also they live in wellington so I don’t get to see them nearly enough.
Anyways, that store though! Holy balls it is beautiful. The sandy coloured wooden counter and fitting rooms and brick tiled floor is classier than a first date degustation. Damnn. Twenty-seven names is like that girl in high school who is so perfect and good at everything that you want to hate her but you can’t because she’s also fucking awesome and so you just want to be her best friend. But then you don’t want to be creepy so you just admire her from afar, stalk her Facebook regularly and always like her statuses.
The new store is all open now so go have a look and get the linen jacket. You’ll know the one I’m talking about.
(sighing all my posts off like a shit email from now on) lol
I know there are certainly some opposing viewpoints on this Athleisure business, but I am just going to come right out and say it: I am well and truly a supporter. The people who are against the Athleisure movement do have a strong argument. It is a lazy form of fashion and yes, it does strip away some of the necessary societal norms that may be the only thing stopping some people from wearing their pyjamas in public. However, pyjamas are totally already a thing. I hate to break it to you, but the battle has already been lost.
I love everything about Athleisure. It fits with every aspect of my personality, lifestyle, and overall attitude. If I could, I’d wear tights most days. I do draw the line at wearing sports gear to work, but that’s probably the only place I wouldn’t. Without a word of a lie, I once wore my Nike tights to a Marr Factory fashion show under my Twenty-Seven Names camel jacket and a grey Uniqlo sweater. It was nighttime so nobody would have been able to see much anyway but I remember feeling like a bit of a rebel for doing it. A very comfortable rebel.
This passion for Athleisure means I always have my eyes out for my next sporty splurge so here are some of the fitspo-fits I’m lusting over at the moment…
Greetings from the worst blogger of all time!! It's a little bit sad that my wee blog has been so neglected. If my blog were a tank full of sea monkeys it would have maybe 2 out of the 300 sea monkeys still alive and they would be lots of mold and dust in the sad little tank. I won't go into a big spiel about why I haven't been blogging. I will just do a blog. How does that sound? You can't answer so I'll just assume you're replying "GREAT!".
Okay so every now and then I get on some sort of rampage.
Usually it begins with a photo I have seen of Leandra Medine or Alexa Chung wearing something, and ends with me spending all of my money. My most recent rampage have been in search of the perfect cropped flare. I've been seeing them everywhere lately, all you need to do is scroll through a couple street style photos on any website ever and you'll come across some of these curvy, stone-wash beauties. I used to think they were just for Sydney babes with sassy
Instagram accounts with lots of black and white and weird quotes, but I've changed my tune! I was on a mission to find the perfect pair and I actually found tons.
Since I worked to heard researching this topic I thought it would only make sense to share the fruits of my labor and possibly save someone else 73 hours of googling and scrolling in the interwebs. So in this post I have done 2 things. 1 I have some lovely picture of people wearing them that you could use as inspiration for your on cropped flare wearing and 2 I have included the best cropped flares you can actually buy right now! Woohoo...
Hi guys, here is Kelly's second edition of the weekly(ish) post she is doing up here on my blog where we go to every place on Dominion Rd. It's just keeps getting better and better.
Upon further thinking Maddy and I have already fucked this up. Eden Noodles isn’t at the beginning of Dominion Road. But it’s where we started and we’re not backtracking now.
I don’t know how to write this next part without sounding a little bit terrible. Basically Maddy and I had just done some exercise and we’re dressed in walking gear. I’m all for walking gear. I actually don’t care what you wear as long as you feel comfortable but I feel really weird wearing it in a restaurant.
I had no idea what to expect however it was a pleasant surprise – apart from everyone looking at the two cocks who had just walked in, in fucking leggings and running singlets and Hi-Vis running shoes.
I just realised I haven’t told you where we are yet. We’re at a restaurant called Peasant. It’s the next restaurant down from Eden Noodle House. It’s super open as the walls are just….well… glass panels. I kinda felt like I was in the stingray aquarium at Kelly Tarltons but that can only be a good thing.
Okay so this is how it went down:
We sat down and ordered our drinks. I actually just had water and Maddy got soda. I thought this was a rookie move on her behalf cause you always get full off soda if you drink it before the food comes. * Maybe just me. (I don’t know how to burp.) (But more on that another time)
At this point I still didn’t know what cuisine this place was.
Spoiler alert: It’s Vietnamese.
It’s all sharing plates which I love cause I hate finishing your meal and still being hungry. This way I could eat heaps without anyone noticing - except Maddy probably would have noticed since she was the only other person there.
I’m a big fan of asking the staff what they like if I’ve never been somewhere before. It’s the best way to make sure you don’t fuck up an order and get the best food on the menu.
Look I’m no food reviewer (I probably shouldn’t be writing this in the first place huh) but everything was good. Just very very good. Just fucking delicious actually. (I can’t believe the only word I can think of is GOOD)
I don’t know how to describe this place so just imagine if…. Blue breeze inn and spicy house had a baby. This is what peasant is. And I know neither of those places are Vietnamese, im basing this off presentation and authenticity. So this doesn’t really make sense but fuck it.
So we got 4 things. Squid, pork belly, tofu and green beans as a side. Our waiter had recommended these things so there we were, two girls with waaay too much food in front of them still wearing fucking exercise clothes. I would recommend it all. The tofu was really sweet – I’m sure it was a egg tofu, it tasted like custard which was a added bonus for me.
The experience was great. A lil pricey. $60 for the lot. Actually wait maybe that isn’t too bad considering we couldn’t finish it and it was really good.
To be honest I just CANT wait for the dodgy places. I can’t wait to walk into an establishment and smell the E rating.
I don’t know if I’m 100% sure but I think the next place is Wendy’s. I really want to skip it cause I don’t want to describe a cheeseburger. I’ll see what happens huh.
*Maddy was fine and the soda did not affect her appetite.
I'm writing a post right now mostly because I have to post the second edition of my Dominion Rd with Kelly series, and I haven't put any thing up since the last one, and I hate it when there are 2 of the same kinds of posts one after the other on my pathetic excuse for a blog. So I'm doing a REAL POST GUYS!
Sorry that was basically one big long sentence but I sort of speak like I'm just saying one big long sentence in real life.
Anyway so I'm posting about some things I thought I should post about, just things I'm into or thinking about at the moment that may be of interest to some other people.
Here goes nothing...