Friday, 30 August 2013

MBFF and Flora

 I'd be lying if I didn't say I was chuffed
seeing that Flora on the catwalk.
At City Hall. Under the dome.
A part of The Brisbane Arcade Group's parade.
Here's the peony lovely.

I have Dale Olsson to thank for her passion for all things of tonsure beautification.
Dale has The Hat Box.
Here she is on stage, taking a bow and a wave at the end.
I didn't have the latest Charlotte Olympia Perspex frippery to carry.
Nor the matching the sandals.
And, frankly the weather here is 5 degrees above normal.
Hot, even.
So, I had to a last minute wardrobe change.
In between getting out of the chalkface in record time.
Packing up junior workers. Pronto.

Luckily, I'd booked an appointment for big hair as the accessory.
A do without that stalwart donut underneath.
By professional hands.
And, no-surprise a black ensemble underneath.
Enjoy the snippets.

If you squint hard, you can see our Governor General in a bright orange suit, Her Excellency Quentin Bryce
second from the far right.
She's bought a few favourite pieces from The Hat Box.

Monday, 26 August 2013

Who Would Have Thought?

 Frankly, I never would have thought that when I took this
selfie in front of mirror that this fantastic piece of Flora's frippery
would be ending up at the Mercedes Benz Brisbane Fashion Festival.
Parading this Wednesday night.
Full-scale frippery!
I'll give you an update, don't worry.
 It'll be included in a tribe of other Hat Box lovelies.
 I dreamt up the design after one of
the chalkface workers gave me a bunch of peonies for my birthday, even though I was
a party-pooper 
and had declined the forth-coming Birthday morning tea shenanigans, she sought
me out to give me a gift of flowers.
I know.
The kindness.
 Those forms and hues were lovely.
 I dyed up a batch of satin.
And started crafting.
  Not sure what the OOTD or night for the Fashion Festival evening will be.
I feel under-pressure.
Might trot out the Judith Leiber minaudiere Poodle.
 And drape that that hand-dyed Akira Isogawa mesh remnant around my neck, that
 I embellished a while back.

The rest will have to be basic black at this rate.
I might try and draw bit of inspiration from Karl.
I'm only shopping in my own wardrobe.
In other news:
I can't stop thinking about this Black Singer.
I am love.
 I got the tip-off from a junior worker, who said, 'Miss, stop, you really have to listen to me this time, there's
these special limited edition black Singer machines at Spotlight stores, on sale - you have to get one."
 And, get one, I did.
It's design is an ironic take on the old black enamel and steel machines.
A modern day equivalent of shiny black plastic with chrome features.
Electronic stitch selectors.
That free-arm detaches, don't worry.
It's got a huge storage space in it, too.

It'll never take the place of the 35 year old Bernina.
That never fully recovered after a long session of stitching a while back.
But it just might make- do.

Tuesday, 20 August 2013

Green Tulle and Blue Crust

 I fashioned up this vintage green style headpiece on the weekend.
I quite like it.
It's got a little beaded crust of turquoise blue beads and sequins 
around its base and a hand-dyed tulle fleur.
It's featherweight and comfortable.

 I made it in-between having a sip of Rose Champagne in the
late winter afternoon sun.

 With Mr Fascinata's boned-out-whole bird.
Some sort of feat in itself.
Filled with green olives, fresh crumbs and chorizo.

How's your Spring transition going?
We've had a cold trough here and an uptake in Westerly winds.
Back to Spring by the weekend.