Enter the Stirrup Pant

Look, to be honest I had heard the rumours but I didn't believe it could be true. That was before I walked into Witchery yesterday morning and was confronted by a slap across my face memory from the late eighties.... Stirrup pants are back! Born in 1985, it has taken a few decades to trot back into fashion. While I am here, who decides these … [Read more...]

1987

The year was 1987. Bob Hawke was out Prime Minister. It was the year Kylie Minogue released her first single, I should be so Lucky and it was the year that Vietnam Vets were finally recognised for their service, albeit 15 years too late. And it was the year that I first clapped my eyes on a garment known as the bubble skirt. Oh, be still my … [Read more...]

High Maintenence

When you are waiting for your wax lady to knock on the door of the cupboard that has been set up as a waxing station at the back of a nail salon, you have time to ponder things. Things like, why the fuck am I lying on a plastic sheet covered table, waiting for someone to pour hot wax on me, allow them to rip out rogue hair and then give them … [Read more...]

Ten Reasons to Switch to a Barber

This is Dylan. Dylan is an important person in my life, for he is the one who cuts my hair. Being a hairdresser means that I can show his face! He has been cutting the kids hair for years. Dylan is not your average hairdresser. He is a barber. One day, he had finished cutting their hair when I asked him whether he could have a crack at … [Read more...]

The time my undies tried to kill me

The year was 2003 and I was walking down the isle for the 6th time. I felt trapped and restricted, dizzy with all eyes on me. Sweat beaded upon my upper lip and I struggled to breathe. I just didn’t think I could go through with this. Again. I was a bridesmaid, being strangled by a support garment on front of a crowd of smiling family and … [Read more...]

Of pink lilies and cheap Tahitian Hookers.

I think that we can all agree that we suffered some big losses in 2016. I lost my beautiful step dad John plus my gorgeous and important friend Maria. It has been a tough one. And we lost another iconic family friend as well. His name was Brian Jones. Brian Jones and my mother first met when he owned an Art Gallery in the Hawkesbury. The year … [Read more...]

Mrs Woog gets her face waxed!

Isn't life a bitch sometimes? Like when you are in your mid-40s and your body is OVAH having babies and so then it tries to turn you into a man. I mean, for Christ's sake, we suffer and we suffer and we suffer through periods, getting pap smears and mammograms, just to make sure everything is as it should be and them BAM. You wake up one day … [Read more...]

Bringing back the pant.

As sure as the sun will rise, there is one thing that I cannot live without. Oh, apart from oxygen, water and edible sustenance. Them would be my undies. Knickers, Reg Grundies... but never, ever panties. That word can get in the bin. There is something secure about a generous set of undies. And I am not talking about those wispy threads of … [Read more...]

How to declutter your wardrobe.

Who hasn't answered the urge to peel into Zara and purchase a stupid t-shirt with a ridiculous saying on the front... And who hasn't seen something worn by a 14 year old bean pole online and hit "add to cart." Even when the item of clothing is something that you will never wear but if you chose to, will make you look like a giant feral pig … [Read more...]

One Shirt. Three Ways.

This post and all proceeds raised is dedicated to Maria Claudia Lutz.   I have a mate. You might read her blog. Her name is Nikki Parkinson and she writes Styling You. She is as beautiful on the inside as she is on the outside. She is all about embracing who you are right now, whatever age and size you just may happen to be. But there is … [Read more...]