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ultimate fashion treasure hunt

17 April, 2016

Whilst I am not a massive fan of op shops, I love clothing rummages. I think it’s the limited variety in op shops that has usually been sorted through by so many shoppers before me that I don’t particularly enjoy. But the endless possibilities of a suitcase rummage, where you are often one of the first people to sort through what’s on offer? It’s like one big challenging style adventure that I cannot get enough of.  Whilst there is no regular suitcase rummage per se…

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kmart addicts unite

27 November, 2015

Has anyone been to Kmart lately? Seriously, that place has upped its game. And I have jumped on the Kmart band wagon BIG time.  It’s to the point now that I may be a little obsessed.  How do I love Kmart? Let me count the ways. Take this for example. It was one of my best friend’s birthdays a few weeks ago. To find her a present, I went to Kikki K, T2, Adorne and Lush looking for something suitable. And you…

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tinker, tailor and jewellery maker

8 October, 2015

Mention to anybody who has visited Vietnam that you are going to Hoi An and the first thing and the first thing they will tell you about is getting clothes made. Notorious for it’s impressive number of tailors (I don’t think I have been down a single road without at least one yet), Hoi An definitely lives up to its reputation.  Having been pre-warned about the amazingness of the tailors by friends and family alike, I came prepared. Last Boxing…

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looking cool

13 July, 2015

We don’t do Winter well here. Not only is the weather usually pretty warm for most of the season, on those few days where we actually get hit by the chill, we all act as if we have never had a Winter before. We don’t know how to dress, how to insulate our houses or, to be honest, how to enjoy the cold. Sure, if you are one of the rare few who have a fireplace or a backyard big enough…

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at the markets: powerhouse suitcase rummage

31 May, 2015

I have a secret…   I love a bargain (ok, that’s not the secret). Which is why I head to the Powerhouse on the last Sunday of the month to rummage through people’s things and find items of clothing and accessories that I can bring new life to. To name a few of my little suitcase rummage treasures, I have dresses from Zara and the Gap UK, scarves, jewellery, a Country Road silk blouse and Levi jeans. And I have never…

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internet shopping is contagious

26 March, 2015

My  sister is in big trouble. She has opened my eyes to the endless possibilities of the world of online shopping. BIG mistake. Huge. The only thing that was stopping me from shopping lately was being time poor. I have now discovered that with online shopping this is not a problem. I am also pretty particular about my style and often have a lot of trouble finding what I like. Two words: refine search. Instead of having to go through shops for hours…

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gems from emerald

15 March, 2015

Whilst spending time in the scorching hot sun, panning for what might be the next rare sapphire, it occurred to me what I had actually done. I had moved to Central Queensland. I’m a girl of convenience, practicality and style. Living in Emerald has not only curved this style, but it has opened up the Pandora’s box of online shopping. Up until then, I had always been a little hesitant to buy online, as I couldn’t help but wonder if what…

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ikea

14 March, 2015

Ikea is such a wonderful, dangerous place. I always go looking for things I need and come out with things I never even knew I wanted. Ah, the beauty of Ikea. It’s probably a very good thing that I don’t live near the store, as I always end up coming home with a head full of ideas, a boot full of flat packs, a bag full of chocolate and a bank account not so full of money. That’s not to…

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