Vintage Peter Pan

According to one of my students I look like peter pan in this outfit. I like the challenge of gender, but I'm feeling more Captain Cook (with my frilly sleeves and pirate skirt) than Pan. 

I wore this outfit to a button collective gig, and then to school the next day. I've not worn the blouse for a while, and I actually felt fresh and inspired by the outfit (instead of feeling like I was wearing a uniform) 

So the gig I played with the Button Collective wasn't just ye olde run of the mill mid week gig. It was actually a live stream (Which you can watch here!) Being live streamed is really strange. We had a physical audience sitting in front of us, and joining that audience was a bunch of cameras, which created a digital audience as well, but one that we weren't aware of until after the event had passed. 

Lets leave the life stuff for a bit and talk about tights for a second. Specifically sheer tights (This little rant may have been spurred on by Annika Victoria's latest Video). As you've probably noticed I wear a lot of tights. I have many different patterns, colours and textures in my collection and all of my tights that aren't sheer last forever. 

Sheer tights however rarely survive more than two or three wears before they become holy and ascend to heaven. I don't know if anyone else has this problem, but my tights alway start their ladders at the toes, specifically my big toe. Now, it may be longer than my other toes, but there's nothing especially sharp about my big toe that would cause tights to ladder. 

Shirt: Thrifted, Skirt Home Made, Belt: Thrifted, Tights: Coles, Shoes: so soft

Shirt: Thrifted, Skirt Home Made, Belt: Thrifted, Tights: Coles, Shoes: so soft

So anyway, after the first wear of a new pair of sheer tights, there's a small ladder and hole by my big toe (which has usually cut off a little bit of circulation my this time) Upon the removal of my shoes I study the ladder, and deem it small enough for the "clear nailpolish trick" (Basically you attack the ladder with clear nailpolish in an attempt to stop it from getting any worse) Usually this lets me wear the tights a couple more times before the ladders spread up the rest of my legs and it's time to mourn the loss. 

Despite this I keep coming back! Probably because of all the pretty awesome unique styles of sheer tights. 

Bringing in the New Year!

Merry 2016 (for 9 days ago!). It's been a whirlwind fortnight since I last posted. My blog broke (TLDR I failed at running my server correctly, and would have had to spend more cash than I would have liked to keep it self hosted, so I jumped ship to squarespace. I still have a few things to do to clean my new blog home up, but it won't be crashing anymore!), then The Button Collective (a band what I play flute in) performed at Falls Festival, and had an EP launch in Lismore (You can stream the EP here. There will be a digital release next month, which I'll link to in the future)

Because Button Collective have been away for so long, I had to pack (what I like to call) a "tour pack" which is basically light weight comfy dresses ( usually 5 or 6 which can be worn multiple times), safety tights (i.e tights which some may wear as pants) a jacket, and a performance outfit. Mostly my outfits over the fortnight were utilitarian, the exception being when we had a gig. I only managed to get one photograph of my performance gear (thanks to Brodie <3) as we were busy when I was dressed well, and felt too daggy when we were free.


There are 3 Falls Festival locations in Australia - Somewhere in Victoria, somewhere in Tasmania, and Byron Bay (which is the one we played) The festival was open for four days, from the 30th of December, to the 2nd of January (although, the main stages were only active for 3). We played 2 gigs a day for all 4 days, which was equal parts awesome and exhausting (we also managed to picked up an incredibly lovely and supportive group of young men who came to all of the main gigs)

Although I spent most of my time in the camp grounds, and the village area (which was the place we were gigging in) I did manage to catch a few of the main stage acts I was interested in seeing: Weird Al Yankovic (Who performed fabulously, but was drenched in nostalgia and gimmicks) Hiatus Kaiyote (These guys were interesting. I really appreciated there musicality, but they're not my cup of tea) and Birds of Tokyo ( I was really into them when I was 15/16, before they released March Fires. There performance at Falls was stiff and overly rehearsed, and all of their newer material was pretty boring.)

The musical highlights for me were all contained in the village area. There was Vardos, a trio of strong brilliant women performing eastern European virtuosic folk music,  Merryn Jeann
a wistful songwriter and beautiful guitar player (I was lucky enough to jam with her at one of her gigs.) and a female DJ (who I didn't get the name of). I came across her on the last evening, just before the last band of the festival finished up. She started her set with an empty dance floor, but completely owned the emptiness, dancing to the music she was playing and altering. Lastly there was Liam Power, who isn't actually a musician (but was a highlight none the less). He's magician, and performed small, but wickedly clever tricks.

This was the only decent photo I took at falls (I felt a bit self conscious with my camera, and my lenses weren't suitable for the situations I would have been shooting in anyway).

After falls we retreated to Brodie's parents house, where we pretty much remained until the Lismore EP launch.

The rooftop in the daylight before all the people came.

The rooftop in the daylight before all the people came.

We had the gig on a friends rooftop, which fitted a large number of people for such a tiny space. The gig commenced at 7, which at the moment is just before sunset, making for a spectacular backdrop to the opening musicians. 

This is Ben Wilson and Jake Pembar, who make up part of Ben Wilson and the Job Seekers (these fabulous people also play Bass and Banjo in the Button Collective). They opened the night with Ben's awesome music (which is kind of folky, kind of Americana. IDK, I suck at describing music, and my descriptions definitely don't do Ben's music justice).

Two of Four Scrimshaw boys music-ing it up

Two of Four Scrimshaw boys music-ing it up

Scrimshaw Four were the Jazzy/ Jugband-y middle to the folk sandwich. They're a 5ish piece Melbourne based band. I thoroughly enjoyed their set. All of there originals were well composed and flawless, and all of their covers were brilliantly arranged (particularly their jazz standards).

Buttons finished the evening. The boys were a tad tipsy, and the set was quite loose, but we had a bunch of fun, and an absolutely brilliant crowd. For anyone who's in sydney over the coming months, and enjoys our music, I suggest you take a peek at our facebook as we've got quite a few gigs in the area.

I also have a ton of other photo's from the EP launch, which you can find on my own facebook page (if you're interested!)

Pirate Skirts and Power Trips

shoes I had a bit of a run in with a Transit officer on a power trip today, and it left me feeling completely humiliated, worthless, and very panic-y. Before I get into the details I will preface my experience with this:

1) I have a very large, yet irrational fear of "people in authority" (aka, police, transport officers, security guards etc) Whenever these types of people are around I get super panic-y  (I don't even have to have an interaction)I already struggle not to burst into tears when my train tickets get checked and I'm on my own, so the events that happened

2) I was in the wrong. The TLDR of my trip that day was my opal card came in the mail, and I thought "I'll buy a one way ticket, activate the opal card on the train, and use it on my way home" Because I'd gone through the ticket buying ritual, by the time I'd finished work I'd forgotten that I would need to use the opal as I only had a one way. It was a totally honest mistake, which would have been picked up by anyone looking at the situation logically.

3) When I activated my card, I put $20 of credit onto it, which was supposed to be ready to use in an hour, but for some reason wasn't. (There had been 3 hours between activation and my second trip)

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When the transport officers boarded my train and asked to see tickets I'd realised my stuff up, so I did what any normal person would do, I apologised profusely, explained my situation, and complied with the officers requests. Now, it's important to mention here I was already struggling to keep it together. I was shaking with fear, which made my movements slow and clumsy.

After taking my details, and looking at my one way ticket he asked if I had any proof that I'd activated my opal card today, pestering me to provide an email proving that I'd activated my card. I explained that I had not received an email, but I could log into the app, which I did, but because it was the mobile app it had limited information, only showing that I had put $20 on and it wasn't done processing. Now this is where I really felt threatened, he asked me to show that I had enough cash for the return trip, which I showed him. He then said "Now, what I think is that you didn't have enough money for the trip, so have decided to risk the journey without tapping on. Had you had enough cash on your opal card or person I would have let you off with a warning.", even though I'd shown that I had more than enough cash to pay for the return journey. By this time I was in tears and pretty useless because I was shaking so hard.

Throughout the whole ordeal he was blocking my exit, standing over me and using a very threatening, accusatory,  almost angry tone of voice. If I'd been insincere, unapologetic and rude to him the behaviour would have been appropriate.  I was at the complete opposite end of the behavourial spectrum. I was compliant, very apologetic (because I felt like a complete idiot for not tapping on) and, even though I lost my composure at the end, I was polite throughout the whole interaction.  He was also double my size, and using physically threatening body language.

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I just don't understand why I would be treated as if I was threatening and rude when I was showing all the signs of being compliant and feeling like an idiot because I'd made a stupid mistake. I get that he was doing his job, but I feel as though he overstepped some major boundaries. I also can't help but wonder if I wasn't quite so feminine, or so much smaller than him if I would have been treated differently, because lets be honest, it's much easier to be intimidating when the person you're intimidating has literally no power against you. This encounter also won't do anything for my irrational fear of authority figures.Sorry for the wall of text, I just needed to get this off my chest.

headshot glasses

On a slightly lighter note, this is what I wore on Sunday to my rehearsal with the New Empire Ballroom Ragtime Dance and Jazz Orchestra (I hope I got the title right. It's a bit of  a mouthful, so we all just call it The New Empire). We're currently putting together our sets for the Newcastle Jazz Festival, which is an event we play every year!

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Androgenous pirate

shoes with noodle You know how sometimes you fall in love with a piece of clothing, but you have no idea how to style it, then it just sits in your wardrobe forever until suddenly you have a brain wave and create the perfect outfit using said piece of clothing? The culottes I wore today are one of those pieces of clothing.

Standing landscape

The button collective have this old vintage style "uniform" in which they wear lots of long pants, vests, suspenders, button down shirts, ties etc in neutral and muted colours. When styling the culottes I took a page out of their book, and used a muted navy and brown colour pallet, and creating layers with suspenders, a belt, a necklace, some tights and a pair of socks. I've also experimented with androgyny, using "masculine clothing elements". I really enjoy playing with androgyny, and don't do it near often enough.

Taking it off

Anna from Melodic and Thrify chick was a huge inspiration for the styling of this outfit. She is the layering master (if you like this outfit you should totally check out her blog!)

without jacket looking sidewayn

In other news, I rode my bike for the first time in many years today (out of necessity. Dad had the car, and I had to get home super fast from teaching). I'd forgotten how much fun riding a bike is. I'd also forgotten how uncomfortable a bike seat is, as well as how hard it is on the thigh muscles (which I don't use often enough :P). I'm definitely going to ride more often once Rohan and I move into our new place. I need to get saddle bags though. I had a backpack and flute case on my back, which was super awful.

Candid without jacket

So yeah, this is pretty much the outfit I'm wearing for my gig this evening (I changed my coat after taking these photos though. It's really really really cold at the moment, and the blazer wasn't warm enough.)


Pirate cat (pirate cat, does whatever a pirate cat does)

wpid-pict_20150406_144018.jpg The past couple of days have been relatively chill. Yesterday Dad, Katherine and I went to jamberoo, which is a waterpark. (Which meant I spent the day in my swimmers, hence the no outfit photos)

It was a really great day (and I managed to avoid getting burnt!)


Today we went to the Kiama Harbour Markets (which you can see in the background of the picture above) Then we had some family friends visit.


So yeah. Holidays are fun :3