Goosebumps

I forgot how weak at the knees this kind of stuff makes me.

Warm up

Sorry these are way too cool not to share, the music, the hair, the socks, the earrings, the dangerous moves, the lipstick, the crotch grabbers...

seduce

Ah so that's how you seduce some one (Bollywood style).

Love this too much for the moves but also because Chaiyya Chaiyya is seriously my favorite song right now...but I have no idea what Chaiyya means I hear it on the Bollywood films we have been watching but I need to learn me some Hindi, Indi, something.

dreaming of...

this

over 30

Had I have known that the odds were stacked against me in so many ways I would never have navigated wildly through the gazillions of women's health websites spurting statistics about my inevitiable demise and disintegration during this newly reached decade. I think its safe to say I am better suited to and much calmer when I spend my time staring at dolls with big eyes and oddly shaped heads rather than scanning forums with posts about big lumps and oddly shaped moles.

In much cooler news TOKYOMADE is not far from its long awaited launch - save your pocket money for February kids.

Blythe Beauties

Is it bad of me to completely lust after these Blythe babies by Irregular Choice ?

These are a few of my favorite things...

at the moment

isn't she lucky

I am the luckiest a) for making it to 30 relatively unscathed and not too jaded b)I have more than I could have ever dreamed possible and c) I was completely and utterly spoiled last night surrounded by my dearest and yummiest friends in the lounge area of an ultra cool Shibuya hot spot.
Thank you so much to everyone for braving the Tokyo chill and surprising me greatly with gorg pressies, titillating performances and a very swish gathering.






Thank you to my Mama, Nan and Gran, Kerry, Geoff, Larissa, Kelly and Brett for the lovely phone calls and emails.

big three zero

As I take a narcissistic stroll down twenty-something avenue, you get to check out how my mug has changed and I get to reminisce about the people, places and events that have moulded me into the 30 year putty that I am TODAY!
Thank you for helping me land safely and smoothly on runway thirty!
Love to you all - thanks mummy
(there are many many more of you, you and you who I am sending my love to today for the amazing influences you have had on my life, thank you, sorry for the lack of photos)





















(yes that is my mother's real hair in the 70's inspired photo!)

Happiness for 2007

Back from a warm Brisbane to a very chilly Tokyo...hit the ground running with plenty of TOKYOMADE to catch up on.
Here are some pics of the lovely holiday adventure.

dead or alive

If you type 'Peter Hore died at a Robbie Williams concert' into google what you will come up with firstly is a wiki account of Peter Hore Serial Pest (to some, legend to others), following that will unfold the aussie media scandal that reported Peter's death by fall at a Robbie concert in Brissie.
I am proud to report that the Australian media, true to it's form is full of garbage.
On an entertaining solo ride home in the early hours of January 1, 2007 the serial pest himself complimented me on my painful red heels after which I grabbed some photo ops and listened in wonder to his worldy tales.
The pest lives!

Unless of course this was a wild halucination brought on by the prior new years celebrations.