Eeek. Really shouldn’t be featuring these outfits at all because…gasp…I photographed them GammaBag less!…and Fassion is all about the Pictorial Adventures of The GammaBag!
…I forgot to put the bags back on when I took these images. Oh well…and look, it’s a purple and red week…what does it all mean?…
Ahhh…sheesh…I have nothing I wish to share…except pics of my Sherlock Holmes incarnation…not quite as elementary though. No primary colours…but a mock deerstalker instead.
One thing…it has been more difficult than I envisaged to convince Women about the versatility of The GammaBag…I am really surprised at the demographic of the majority of The GammaBag wearers.
Anyway…here I am with The GammaBags…in flora mode…well, I am wearing a tulip dress in the second pic…
Also…having this public Fassion Fest has made me realise that I dress in blocks of colour. One week it’s the reds and oranges and yellows…next the purples…then the blues and greens…
Wow. The depths of my profundity never cease to amaze me…
So…wore this for a Pow Wow with my agent. Apparently Tarantino called looking for a New Bride…
..hee hee…I’m such a kidder…just call me Margot…besides the only Bill I’d like to get my hands on, is this one…
I have an agent because of my background in the film, TV and radio industries. Put your pens away, my autograph is as valuable as pyrite in King Midas’ castle.
Anyway, we met up for lunch because I hadn’t seen her for a while and I like to dress up for her because she appreciates my sense of style and she is a former model. Man she was quite something in her heyday…and I’m sorry if that sounds a bit condescending. She is still an attractive woman but…life takes its toll.
Long story so short it’s probably not worth mentioning but…she is exorcising her demons and taking back her life…rather…the reins of her life. Empowering herself.
Now…I don’t really approve of the way she has chosen to do this but…the day we switch lives is the day I judge her choices. She’s a strong woman who has done the best possible and although, like all of us, she has had her gripes, she hasn’t wallowed in her misery and allowed it to stop her reaching for the stars.
I’m not too sympathetic to this whole “woe is me” attitude. Depression is a real thing so is stress but…when it starts to become a lifelong excuse for immobility…please, put me out of your misery and go find a bucket…
The blogging world is rife with this type of personality. Plus I know a few real time people like this. Urgh. So far up that river, they might as well be mummified. A total bunch of waftams’. The “walk in my shoes sole soul searching” brigade. yeah. Right. They haven’t quite walked anywhere because standing up is just too difficult.
“I’ve lost my self esteem”
“Is it micro chipped?”
Oh man…I am such a blog slacker lately…plus feeling a bit…(bledis)low…I just don’t have a good grasp on time manipulation at the moment.
Anyway…I cannot recall when exactly I wore these because I forgot to rename the pics as per date worn/pic taken…but here they are…The GammaBags …and here I am…in full colour…
I dress according to chromood…chromatic mood…according to which colour mood I’m in. Eclectic is such an overused word and I’m a bit tired of mood dependant and other pretentious platitudinal terminology (“modern vintage”?? What the f**k is that?) to describe ’style’ categories that I fall in.
I dress according to the colour frame of mind I woke up in. I’m not really sure how that works…because my beautiful husband and my children will attest to the fact that once a month for about 3 days, I wake up in a very black mood and to that woman who has decreed PMT to be a fallacy…I say, come and tell me that on the days when it’s all in my mind…
Anyway…I hardly ever wear black in daylight. The rare days I do feel like wearing black…it’s not the cliched indication. I wear reds and oranges and yellows to reflect my general sense of joie de vivre. And one end of the spectrum power. Red Orange Yellow power….
I don’t often talk about my love of Rugby here…only because I don’t shut up about it elsewhere. Well I suppose with good reason…I do have a Rugby (blog) site…you’re welcome to visit me there… Rucks and Rolls…
I do find it odd that I don’t write much about it on a semi personal blog site. Rugby is a BIG part of my life. When I grow up I want to be a Wallaby.
…and no that’s not a marsupial. Well it is but not the kind I want to be.
A Wallaby. A member of the world champion Australian Rugby team…THE WALLABIES!!!
Alas my penchant for high heels and vintage ballgowns plus the fact that I’m female render that want a useless desire. Or is the other way around?
I’m sitting in the lounge of what was once a a grande dame building. I’m up in the Blue Mountains at the moment because my magnificent husband is holding a conference here and sad sack that I am, I cannot bear to be without him. And vice versa.
Aneewayyy…this was once a magnificent hotel..still is…but the interior designer needs to be disemboweled for what he/she has done to the place. Art deco is great but not when it’s shit. No I have no wish to quantify nor clarify that statement. I’m not sure what I mean by it anyway. What’s in this drink…?
I did have a point to this post…ahhh…yes… grrrrrrRugby…it’s game on tomorrow (Saturday 21/07) night people.
If you would like to read what I have to say about it…click here…if you want to see how I feel about it…click this…
I may be a Gamma type with a pink and blue mentality…but my blood runs Green and Gold… Go The Wallabies!!
I started this category originally as a showcase of The GammaBag …how to wear them, where to wear them, their versatility and practicality…and I do want to evolve it into a showcase of how other GammaBag wearers wear them…it’s a forum for us!…
It just hit me today that is also a memory reserve for me. Or a preserve.
If you’re a Gamma Fassion reader, you’ll know that I have confessed to dressing in outfits and I don’t wear the same outfit twice.
…next thing I’ll be washing my hair in caviar and insisting on having rose petals thrown before me, anywhere I go….
Aneewayyy…I haven’t been posting as regularly as I should…life gets in the way you know? I am in complete awe of those that can blog, work, eat, drink, socially interact with humans, be in love, have a family, have a shower, do the laundry and save the world all in the same day.
What was my point?
This will seem rather weird considering but…I shudder at the thought of having a personal and private style diary/album…this is really warped, I know…but I feel better keeping a public ’style diary’. It’s not just a vanity case…tee hee…it has purpose.
I love this leopard fur fedora…my leo-dora…
