MERRY CHRISTMAS

Merry Christmas my dear Smellies. Have a jolly memorable day and don't forget to keep  the festivities flowin' for New Years!

Drink too much. Eat too much. Be TOO merry. Heck, it's Christmas, go all out like it's 1999. I was nine then, I knew how to get down and partay.

Smell ya later

x.

Summer sorted...when it arrives

How about this weather?! (Weather chat, eh, it's like we are on our first date). 

 Apparently it's Summer? HA, I didn't know either! (Sorry, by writing "ha" do I sound too much like a "Lame Zoe Foster Impostor" to you, dear anonymous commenter?)* Mother Nature sure has her sad face on as of late, tops of 20, lows of 14, and it snowed at Thredbo. 

Instead of going to the beach, I just plan on skiing all Summer. 'Twill be grande!

What am I packing for my days at the snow, I hear you ask? 

What a great question! I was actually going to write a blog post about what I will pack in my handbag, come Snow Day. Now I definitely will.

(L-R) Sportsgirl Instant Bronze Shimmering Creme, Nivea Sun Daily Face Veil, Face of Australia
Triple Action nail enamel, St. Tropez Instant Glow Face Lotion, Estée Lauder Gloss

'Tis my bag and it's new Summery (winter) contents that I will be loving like i've never loved anything before**.

Wanna know WHY I'm using these prodz this year? 

You don't?

 I.don't.care. Ima tell you anyway! 

Since all this Twilight mumbo jumbo, apparently it's, like, uber cool to look like a vampire. (I believe they are renaming the song "The Lady is a Tramp" to "The Lady is a Vamp" just based on the popularity of vampires these days). However, ivory white, is just not my bag baby. Some people rock it, I do not. So this summer (for some reason, it just feels weird calling it summer) I will stop at nothing to look brown, brown and blu- I mean brown.

If you are anything like me, you will suck at self-spray tans. And if you are a uni student, you won't be able to afford to get a profesh to do it for you. And if you are anything like my friends, you will be too busy applying your own flawless tans to help a pale gal out. I have the solution! Wash off body tan! I have NEVER (maybe once) came across a problem with Sportsgirl and St. Tropez's wash off cremes and when teamed with sun block underneath, you are not only looking like a bronzed goddess, but you are protecting yourself from the sun. (Just got a big tick there from the Skin-Cancer-Prevention God)

Pink nails? CUTE! I'm not a big pink person. I wouldn't even call myself a miniscule pink person, but I think this shade by Face of Australia would go loverly with a tan (there I go again, alllways about the tan) and when you slip on some gloss, you're set!

Snow, here I come!

Laters ya Smell

x.

*Zoe Foster is one of the best writers out there, in my opinion, so thankyou for even calling me an impostor!

**Except Wayne's World. And chocolate. And those little water drop things that florists put on fake flowers. I really love those.

All I want for Christmas...

Is you.

Ha!  Fooled you.

The Festive Season is my favourite. The Colours! The merriment! The food! The weight put-on! Wait.

Last year I was stumped for what I wanted for Christmas, but this year I have really thought about my wish-list and know just exactly what I want. This can go two ways:

I either get something that I wished for
I get none of what I wished for (I think it may be this one...)

To get into the spirit, today I got a pedi and lathered a Chrismassy Red over my toes...well, just the nails, really.

WOULD post a pic of my toes but
A). Not a fan of my feet- neither would you be
B). Floods = mozzies = mel-looks-like-she-has-a-skin-condition

So a pic of the colour will have to do

OPI in Affair In Red Square

What are you wishing for for Christmas? Here is my list

Marc Jacobs Daisy Perfume Ring $65

Olympus Mocca Digital Compact Camera $149

Ray Ban Wayfarer Tortoise Shell Aboooout $230

So message to my family:

Looooooove you!

Smell ya later

x.

City vs Country

As you guys know, its uni holidays and i'm back home in Cowra for a week (it also flooded, rendering all roads out of town underwater, aquatic wonderlands).

The weekend just been I went out with some old High School Chums (ha! it spells HSC) and it's just amazing how different city clubs are from Ye Olde Cowra bars.

Let me begin with the negatives of why going out in the Motherland is a bit tricky

Pre Drinks must start swiftly after breakfast


Pre drinks are kinda the thing that makes the night. You are either asleep from boredom, passed out from going too hard too soon or up for one helluva night! Then there is this thing called a curfew. You know, the thing many city bars are wanting to bring in, prompting Kyle Scandi-Who-Gives-A-Shit to get the strops and call Clover Moore an old bat or something. Well, Cowra has an 11pm curfew. This curfew actually prompted a friend yesterday to suggest we start drinking at 1pm. (1pm?!! That's cah-raazy! You might as well go to the pub sober you are cutting it so fine)

Just having some pre drinks with the gals (C. Jack Moebes)

Lack of taxis


Abundance of street thugs.
Need I say more?



Now let me regale you with why Cowra is conveniently convenient

No Drink Lines


We all know (those readers under 18, you will MOST CERTAINLY NOT know) how annoying it can be to get a drink at a club. You rock up lookin' all fine only to sweat off half your makeup waiting half an hour to get drink in hand. I am quite familiar with the get-your-drink-then-go-to-the-back-of-the-line-and-wait-with-said-drink trick during $2 Power Hour (uni = love). Cowra, abandon ALL thought of any line whatsoever. Last night I actually complained about waiting behind one person to get my White Russian. Reality check ensues on return to The Nation's Capital.

DISCLAIMER: Does not apply to Easter and Christmas Eve. Trust me.

No 'No Shoes' rule


This can be a little problematic (beer + carpet = grooooooss) but amazing at the same time (the lack of rule that is, not the carpet). When one cannot let go of the need to be 5 inches taller, feet can be on fire after ten minutes of dancing (15 if wearing wedges). Out in Cowra? Problem solved! Just pull off your pair of pumps and put them in the Shoe Corner with the shoes of every other girl in the pub.

DISCLAIMER: Only applied to cheaper Death Stilts. Leave the Mollini and Miu Miu firmly on the foot, gosh-darnit!

Gaga should have put her shoes in the corner

Small town = walking distance to home


Convenient, however please refer to second point.

Smell ya later

x.

Can I just say...

How crappy does the world feel when you suddenly realise people are looking at you like you are a prehistoric cave-woman with no mirror. (Oh, this doesn't happen to you? Awkward...)

That's right, I have fallen victim to overgrown eyebrows.

Since moving to Canberra at the start of last year I simply resist to let anyone touch my eyebrows other than my trusty beautician back home. (Cara from Dream Body Retreat FYI). And, let me tell you- between uni, my part time job and my weekly jaunt to Sydney to intern at this amazingly cool and uber-chic magazine that just bursts with sunshine and laughter, I don't have time to scratch myself (ha! of course I do) let alone travel back home to get hot wax smothered above my eye.

There lies my problem. And a nasty uni-brow sitch.

So yesterday I FINALLY got my brows professionally shaped and looking spick and span and I just feel like a new woman. I just had to share that all with you! I'm not someone that has a weekly facial, or even exfoliates as much as I should, BUT I love nothing more than having my eyebrows look more beauty than Bart Cummins.

What is your way of boosting your face morale when you're feeling like a cave-woman?

Smell ya later

x.

Two down, one to go

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Hi there Smellies!

So, another year of uni down the drain (and by drain I totes mean, locked into the brains trust). And while I sit here watching old episodes of Sex and the City (the one where Samantha has sex) in my loungeroom back home, I figured I best say hello to all my readers!

So hello, Rin!

Just me studying in my room at Uni

Seriously though, I must say hello to my dear, dear friend, Jane, who is having her 21st on Saturday night. Y'see, where I am currently sitting, Cowra, I am surrounded by many a floodwater blocking me from her partay (I hear it will go off like it's 1969), so while I am happy as Larry chillaxing in my home away from studying, I am pretty darn piased I can't be celebrating with Jane. So HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE AND HAVE A GREAT PARTY!

That's my home in the middle there, pretty flooded, eh?

But seriously, how darn good is not being at uni. I mean, uni is bitchin' (i'm now an 80's movie star, Molly Ringwald, perhaps), but goddddddarnit I miss home.

So, let me bid you farewell from the cosy recliner I have slept in many a night when Channel [v] have had Muse special's on. Oh look, there is a Muse special on tonight...I know where i'm sleeping.

Smell ya later

x.

My life in Hipstamatic

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I was temporarily in an Alfred Hitchcock movie

According to new research, red lips ARE sexy (boyf, you were wrong)

Smell ya later

x.