February 2010

I’m a fan of the back-up plan, a big fan.  I’ve had a spare cyan cartridge sitting on the shelf since the first of the 24 months my printer’s been saying it needed it soon.  So imagine my displeasure when out of nowhere tonight it stopped saying what it wanted soon and became all about [...]

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Anyone who knows me knows how rarely I’m lost for words, even when I should be. However the death of Alexander McQueen last week has left my fingers still on the keypad.
Suffice to say, sadder than the loss of his great talent is the loss of a life, particularly when you think of how anguished [...]

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Given that Jaclyn yesterday cut her long black hair off into a Louise Brooks/Uma-Pulp-Fiction style bob – a move I would have deliberated over longer than she’s been alive – I was prompted to consider what feels like an entire life of variations on the same haircut – mine that is. Friends may think I’ve tried [...]

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In an indirect way, I could kind of attribute my career choice of fashion design to knitting.  As soon as I was old enough to hold knitting needles I insisted my mother taught me to knit so I could join her and my sisters in their fun-seeming circle of gentle click-clack knitting.  One episode of [...]

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As with anything you yourself do, you can bet the house that no-one you know will ever do it for you.  As such, my walls are bereft of portraits of me, and my wardrobe without any clothes made especially for me.  Oh wait – there’s that dress made for me by that ex-boyfriend ages ago. [...]

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In a blatant bit of self promotion – and why wouldn’t you? – check out the article the lovely ladies at Style Melbourne wrote about Patsyfox and her soon-to-be-redundant former self.
Actually the journalist Kimberley Smith who interviewed me needs a medal, or at least a new ear, because she had the great misfortune of meeting [...]

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Of all the ways to potentially screw up a friendship, and friend, there are many, you’d have to give a 9 out of 10 to letting your niece do a dirty big tattoo on one of your best friends’ back.  Unlike a bad haircut, the expiry date for trouble should it go wrong is akin [...]

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I haven’t always been the sooky weeper who caused a water-mark stain on the silk blouse I wore to see Bright Star.  In fact, it doesn’t seem that long ago that I was driving past a wedding ceremony after another heinous break-up, and hung out the window yelling “Don’t do it!  He’s probably sleeping with [...]

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