Wednesday, December 1, 2010

And I wore a trench coat and all

Here's what I didn't look like today, which is a pity, because I adore this look.

No amount of lacquer, threats or patience would persuade my hair to adopt that soft tousled perfection.

But I can guarantee that this is the bag in which I take my clothes to the dry cleaners. It's also a very handy fleamarketing bag, and one that interests a lot of people. Its origin is a frequent topic. Sometimes I say I bought it in a market in Ohio, other times I claim it was my mother's, depending on how irresponsible I feel. In fact I bought it on eBay for four dollars. The postage was eighteen dollars, and that satisfies me enormously.

I didn't look like this today either, which is simply unfair.

That smashing, early Wonder Woman pose on the right is expertly executed by Norma Shearer in The Women, one of my all-times favourite films. If you haven't seen it you must, not only for the razor sharp dialogue but for the fabulous clothes.

I have limited patience with films unless everyone gets to the point very quickly and has an interesting wardrobe.

It is ridiculously wet in Sydney at the moment; I have a range of early summer frocks hanging sadly in my wardrobe, waiting for their break while my black trousers are working overtime. Tomorrow I might wear a boxy jacket I bought at an op shop and if I do, it will give me the opportunity to rabbit on about unexpected kindness, how much I like pockets and this bloke:


  1. How much do you think the postage would be to mail Zucchini to Canada?

    I too love The Women, though I have heard that we should all run, don't walk, away from the recent re-make. If it ain't broke, don't fix it (I said that with my fists on my hips and in my most commanding voice).

  2. You tell 'em, DM. Zucchini looks like my Liv, though the crossed eyes are his own. I, too, have wondered how to get that softly tousled look. My attempts always seem to have the look of "just woke up, didn't brush" rather than anything intentional. It's like putting on eyeliner--one of the mysteries of womanhood that I never quite got the hang of.

  3. You're right, D-med, the ramake was awful. I'm not certain exactly why they bothered. And Charlotte, I have a tiny bit more luck with eyeliner than I do with the soft tousled look. Most of my gifts are weighted in the laundry area.