SÖNDAG: I will love you in reality and dreams

C'est lui pour moi, moi pour lui dans la vie. Il me l'a dit, la jure pour la vie.

This has been stuck in my head all week: "il y a longtemps que je t'aime et jamais je ne t'oublierais."

Hello friends. Below is an inaccurate depiction of me at university this week. I say it is inaccurate because I find it hard to believe, despite my love for the people I surround myself with, I could be this happy in what USED to be my second home. I USED to because IT IS JUST A SAD REMINDER OF THE good that is no longer flowing from such place. Yeah.

 I only brought my camera to uni one day last week, which was very foolish of me. I had reasons. ALSO I DON'T EVEN HAVE UNI on Fridays this semester. What is the point of life?
Also I wore this outfit because I visited my old high school and found myself missing the uniform and nothing else.

 Here is a picture of my stylish butt. I knitted the shorts myself but I may very well take them apart to make another jumper. I can't really see myself wearing them in public. Although maybe one day I'll be more brave and wish that I hadn't destroyed them (not that I have yet).

 I have a face.

 I wear this belt a lot a lot, as you may have noticed.

ALSO this song sums up my mood and the weather from this week.
I'll be wearing my dirndl tomorrow, so that's something to look forward to. You know what else? I'll be studying l'etude de gendre tomorrow, which is also supremely exciting.
ALSO HAPPY 5 MONTH ANNIVERSARY OF CONNUSHIP, ALLISON AND MORGAN!! May there be many more to come!!!
I wish you all love.
xoxoxoxooxoxxoxooxxooxoxoxoxoxoxo

FREDAG: Untitled

I begin this post rather apathetically which is a travesty considering it is raining and dark and dank and I could be feeling pessimistic instead. Darn you apathy, poison of my soul.

Perhaps I have been tainted with langour instead of apathy, due to repeated listening to That's Life, or as the French say c'est la vie, while mourning the loss of my beautiful umbrella, which I left on the bus; and if I had more photos of this beautiful contraption I would have created a collage of photographs documenting our brief love affair. Please excuse me, while I stand on top of a cliff and rhetorically question the existence of the universe.

In addition to the grief I hold in my heart contributing to this apathy, I think the haphazard condition of my room resembling some sort of obstacle course for military training of the delinquent youth is contributing to this lack of zest. Perhaps I shall clean it, perhaps I shall not.

In any case, my apathy is probably mostly due to the incredibly delicious week of a new semester, new friends and new joys to be found at university which brought on the chronic fatigue I am now experiencing.

 Below is my week in technicolour:

Secretary meets schoolgirl, the perfect outfit for the perfect beginning. I like the way the lace sleeves peek out of my coat, makes me feel extra beautiful and genteel. I will endeavour to dress like this more and slowly move towards the elegant grace of the fifties with a dash of modernity.

This beautiful lace piece is the top of what once used to be a dress that I purchased from a vintage market that I went to a couple of weeks back. This is evidence of sewing I did during the week. However, this is not the time or the place and we come back to this later.

This is an outfit I wore to a play. I felt rather pretentious in my monochromatic outfit (including  turtleneck) but this is my step towards looking like this; and also towards emulating further, my high-school Literature teacher who would not be happy about the construction of this sentence. All I lack is a pretentious cigarette while I intellectually dissect the playwright's interpretation of Orwell's 1984.

Between that outfit and the next outfit, I might insert an aside that states that there was another outfit demonstrating my clever use of colour and styling. However, I was not bothered to take a picture of it and you may just have to use your imagination, until next time.

This was and is my Fredag outfit. I bought this dress a while back and I enjoy the denim but I do not enjoy the top half which looks like some crazed teenage mum from Austin, TX attacked it with her nineties creativity DIY bug.

On to talking about what I did this week in the vein of Crafternoons sort of activities. This week I decided to alter a couple of clothes that I purchased at bargain prices at op-shops to suit my body frame or to look more wearable. Funnily enough this is the way I started to learn how to sew, and once again I am doing this to get back into full-on sewing again. This is also the reason why my room is so messy because I took out the massive pile of "To alter" and placed it on my bed to work through. However, I did not manage to get through them and the clothes are just sitting on my bed messing up my room and contributing to my apathy.

Before (after a previous attempt to alter this dress):

After:

I fixed the drop-waist line to a waist-waist line, hemmed the dress, and shifted the cute little pocket up because it got in the way of the waist-waist line. This is also part of the excellent outfit I mentioned perviously.

I also fixed a shirt I hacked up, but I can't really be bothered posting it. Considering the length of my post, I cannot bothered. 

Anyway, this is all for now,

Over and out,

This Little Piggy.

ONSDAG: All the girls played mental games and all the guys were dressed the same

It is again Wednesday and, again, I bring you offerings of an outfit post to make up for my sad lack of crafternoon. All I can really blame this time is the fact that my perfectionist self would not let me use the photos that I had hastily Instagrammed in crappy lamplight. Interestingly I settle for outfit photos taken on Photobooth - let us ponder my insanely first-world need for a good camera.

Here is what I wore for an SUPER FUN (second) FIRST DAY AT UNIVERSITY. I did not concentrate at all because I was playing with my skirt which is made of memory cloth like Batman's cape. (ASOS why do you play with my feelings like this?)

You can't tell, but: a) I feel happier than usual when I wear this skirt because of its constant flounciness and b) I am wearing lace tights that I am very excited about (although I do not look excited, nor do I look happy) (nor can you see my tights).

Here is what I wore in a sunny spell that we had last week. I was lured into a false sense of warmth, what with the sunlight filtering in through my windows and slapping me awake in the morning (I later put on tights). I think my monochromatism has found a limit as I cannot deal with wearing all pink.

Although I do love this skirt.

It has occurred to me that there is no further documentation of our adventurous adventures with Kira (which, no doubt, you have read about). (I propose we plan an adventure for Monday or Tuesday so that I may hog adventure explanations) (I also propose that I buy a camera) (I also propose that somebody provide me funding for this). (Farewell my piglets, and until next onsdag!).

SÖNDAG: it's funny how you can miss someone even when they're sitting next to you

-Pourquoi tu as l'air triste?
-Parce que tu me parle avec des mots, comme je te regarde avec des sentiments.

HELLO EVERYONE! This has been one of the best weeks of my life. I struggle to remember a time when I was as happy I was last night in the company of fine friends reading a fine script.

 This is me today. Today has so far mostly been in great excitement BECAUSE I AM GOING BACK to the university tomorrow!!!!!!!! This dress was given to me by Allison in the early stages of our friendship.

And this is me with the lovely, wonderful and super nice Kira. These pictures are from the adventure that Allison wrote about on Friday. It was indeed excellent and I believe that there will be many more adventures to come. It is VERY fun to dress up in wedding dresses with no intention of actually marrying. I felt like I would have belonged on the set of Picnic at Hanging Rock.
Alrighty, how could this be a post of mine without a links to music? Here and here may you find something interesting/enjoyable/comparatively intriguing.
HAVE FUN WITH YOUR FUN TIMES OF FUNNESS

FREDAG: Adventuring into the Unadventured with the Adventurous

I think with all that has been going on during these holidays, the time has just passed me by like a rampant truck driver on a freeway. I have nothing profound to say nor anything interesting to contribute, except for one particular day on one particular adventure.

It was an average wintry Thursday, the sun was out and warming up the earth and four bloggers set off on an adventure.

So I guess, it wasn't just an average wintry day after all.

There was pizza involved, which we purchased at the markets. The lovely, Kira of Frocking Style will have pictures.

The Three Pigs, doing what the three pigs do best- having excellent adventures (feat. Kira)
I quite like my fringe middle parted, and may do it more often.

This was my outfit on this spectacular day. I felt like debuting this ridiculously nineties blue suede jacket my mother bequeathed to me (Don't worry folks, she lives). The rest of the outfit fell together in my mind, probably due to the fact that my pants made an impressionable impression on me the day before. So I decided to wear it, against all odds.

The four of us traipsing and loitering around the change rooms. Looking very virgin suicides.

The next instalment of our adventure comprised of taking a train- Next Stop: Anywhere, getting off at Batman station, deciding it was like Gotham City- full of villains, and taking the train to Brunswick. Brunswick, the shining beacon of all things fun. There we rampaged the Savers Op-Shop, trying on wedding dresses and racing to get the best outfits.

The above wedding dresses were so beautiful in every way and I guarantee you dear little Piglets that I will be putting my seamstress skills to good use and attempt to reconstruct these for myself.

This was the outfit that eventuated from my scavenging. I bought the skirt, and some dirty Rasta bought the faux fur coat.

What a beautiful day, with the beautiful Kira. I am glad I like having fun this way and that I have the friends I have.

The rest of the week pales in comparison so here is a quick re-cap of my Fredag:

Day. With my serious business face, for a serious business kind of day.

Night. For the First Year Reunion of my high school. It could have been worse, the reunion, not the outfit. The outfit is spotless. (See what I did there?)

I didn't do a Crafternoon again. I am sorry. Karma will get me maybe in the form of outrageous hair misbehaviour like so:

*I authorise use of this photo as an example of the cruelty of karma. 

University begins next week! Oh the joy!

See you on the flipside,

Over and out,

This Little Pig.

ONSDAG: There's always money in the banana stand

My incredible charm, wit and eloquence are on holidays today, recharging for another semester of super fun times at university. (My humility ran away with a spoon when I was three and singing nursery rhymes.) 

Here is what I wore to work today. My tights are purple but perhaps you cannot tell. Most of this week has been spent in green pants. University is starting again soon and I am excited because: 

1. At home I cannot be bothered to dress nicely while I am lolling around watching either Arrested Development or daytime TV. That said, I was too lazy to do any DIYs and document the process on Instagram. 
2. I will be placed in situations where I can socialise in a non-awkward manner, rather than saying 'thank you' when someone asks how I am.

Here is what I looked like yesterday for some fun Disney movie-watching adventures. Aladdin will always be my first love. I look like I am in pain but I promise you that I am not. This is my serious face for when I do serious things like homework or tying head scarves or being Derek Zoolander. I thought I had taken a full length photo but obviously not. This means that I will post it again some other time and nobody will ever know. (I am just dastardly). I wish I had more silk scarves or head scarves or square scarves. Here is why: my hair can be as greasy as it likes and it will still look nice.

I think that if everything I said and wrote were put into one of those magic word cloud generating machines, 'super fun times' and 'adventure' would be the largest phrases. (Super fun adventures are planned for tomorrow. I hope you are all having super fun but not necessarily adventurous weeks).

SÖNDAG: I look into the mirror for evil that just does not exist.

Alors que nos têtes nous crient de tout arrêter.

C'est un jour un peu bizarre, non? I got up really late and decided to wear a leotard that I cannot show you as it is not meant to be in my possession. I have found that it is very nice for lying in a hammock whilst it rains or for eating garlic with nachos.

Here is an outfit I wore in the company of myself earlier this week:

It started off with just the skirt and the bikini top, but I was soon too cold so I added the top.

Is it just me or has this really been the week for songs of Sara Quin? Take her singing this at 1:38 and love me forever for showing it to you. And remember, NO MORE HUGS 'TIL YOU GIVE UP DRUGS, I KNOW IT SUCKS FOR ONCE THINK ABOUT US (not strictly a Sara song and that bit's at 3:10....)

Since that was the ONLY picture I want to post from this week, you can instead take a look at the person I used to be:

Please enjoy your week my friends. And here is something to help you do just that :)

FREDAG: All I had was a middle part and a pen

My little piglets,

I'm not sure I feel particularly articulate today, as this is the bookend to a week full of words and tears. However, I will pull articulation from my spleen, because I am convinced that is where it has gone to rest.

This week was a week full of uniform-like outfits, which I trust you will enjoy, hence the reference to the song School Uniforms by The Wombats in the title.

It all began with a feeling this Torsdag, to wear my school uniform dress I bought from the Op-shop tour I went on a while back. The dress spoke to me and I reached for it. The belt has a subtle bow on it. I applaud myself.

So, the outfit develops. I was trying on a million forms of cold preventers, and the maroon jumper was the only one that seemed to work with the uniform blue of the dress. I guess that's why most primary schools have that colour scheme. Well, in Australia anyway.

Also, note the mustard watch. Never ask me the time, because none of my watches work. There is something strangely poetic and poignant about that. Unfortunately, I don't feel poetic today so I will not expound.

The school girl theme being carried on to the Fredag. People must think I am trying to tap in to some sort of fetish, well, that was the impression I got anyway when I trotted around in my Torsdag outfit.

Knee-high socks was a good idea.

At the start of the week, it was a different story:

I'm not sure what I was channeling here, but I like my hat. Someone once criticized my choice of colour, and to that person I say, "I bite my thumb at you, Sir," because that is a fantastic hat.  

This was the day I dressed like I felt, I also dressed the way the weather felt. I extremely like my face on this day. My cat-eye was excellent.

We are approaching the end of the post, and you may have noticed I haven't mentioned a Crafternoon, and for that I am sorry. I got back after a day of shopping, playing on a Nintendo 64 and a really intense Deep and Meaningful Conversation- and I just felt deflated like the tires on my bicycle.

I guess, the intense week caught up with me, however, I did get home and decide I wanted to dress up because I felt blasé and I wanted to remind myself why I enjoyed my own company and life sometimes. So this is going to make up for my laziness that is lazy:

This is one of the lace dresses I purchased from the markets a while back. It added to my happiness. I will be altering this dress even though I don't really want to.

Reasons why:

1. I am altering this dress so I can wear it out in public more often without as many stares as I would usually get.

Reasons why not:

1. I don't want to because... You see this dress too right? So I don't need to explain

I also wore black lipstick, because I was feeling incredibly spontaneous and alive, despite my appearance which is a kin to that of a Corpse Bride.

With flowers in my hair and sadness in my heart,

Over and out,

This Little Pig.