Same Outfit but Different??

Do you ever feel like you are wearing the same outfit to work twice in one week?

That’s how I felt when I wore this outfit to work on Wednesday, realising I wore a very similar, yet different, outfit to work on Monday.

I also had compliments on my hair yesterday and the only response I could give when asked if I had it cut and dyed was “No, I just washed it…” perhaps this is a hint that I should put in more effort. My hair is at such an awkward length right now, killing me.

I’ve been slapping on some BB Cream (I use the Garnier one which is really too oily for me, but am hanging out for the Jane Iredale one to come in) and this is seen as me putting in effort these days.

I picked up this necklace, and a black version in a market at Bali for about $2.50 each and now I am regretting not buying more considering how cheap they were, and an easy way to brighten up an otherwise plain outfit.

I’m trying to embrace accessories and necklace more often these days.

This outfit consists of:

Bardot Blazer (I must have had this for a good 5 years now, probably due for a dry clean)

Bonds Singlet

Target Skirt

Zara Heels

Bali Necklace

Herme

I love that if you chuck a blazer over anything, it is instantly work appropriate. Hurrah. 

I didn’t notice that paper towel on the floor until I looked back at these photos.  When we have the lid on the bin in the bathroom, people just seem to throw their used paper towels around, instead of opening the little flap. Drives me insane. Seriously, if you drop it – pick it up!!! 

I went and had my nails done with cotton socks last night, and I swear that my cuticles are not this brown nor this wrinkly. Just take my word for it.

Am not sure what color shellac this is, but it is bright and is slowly growing on me. 

This is the outfit that I wore on Monday.

Bardot Blazer (same)

Zara Shoes (same)

Bettina Liano top

Target Skirt

Random belt

I guess in essence it is the same outfit, but whatever.

I can never wear the same dress to work in the same week, I like to try and space it out by at least a fortnight but sometimes get a little lazy.

It took so long to break these heels in, if there is one brand that has uncomfortable yet cute shoes Zara definitely takes the cake.

I had these in the orange but sold them on eBay because I couldn’t bear the thought of going through the pain to break them in. 

I nearly lost my lady bits.

I had been wanting to try out the new OPI Gel Color & OPI Axxium for a while so took a punt and headed to my local nail salon, where you can often see about 80 women getting mani pedis at any one time.

I still don’t know if I ended up with the Gel or Axxium but whatever it was, it went on just like shellac and 17 days later it is still going strong, but perhaps yellowing a bit. 

I decided to get Alpine Snow on my tips and Strawberry Margarita on my toes. They had me in a comfortable massage chair with my feet soaking in a foot spa and two ladies working on me at once, so far so good.

The results were great, so I decided to give it a punt and ask them about waxing. 
I was after all, heading off to Bali that same day and had failed to remember to book at my usual place. 

Slightly gross story ahead:
They took me out the back to the waxing rooms and I swear the girl who did my bikini wax looked about 12. Let me tell you, I have never, ever, had a more painful wax in my life.

The wax was scalding hot and despite me telling her, she did nothing about it. She was chopping and changing between strip wax and peel off wax, she then kept ripping at the same patches of skin over and over and over again until I had tears in my eyes. 
I was ready to tell her to stop but knew that if I opened my mouth it wouldn’t be words coming out, it would be sobs.

When she was done I hightailed it out of there so fast and discovered later that it was the worst wax job ever, and she had not only burnt me but bruised me also. For crying out loud.

I would have been in better hands if I let The Husband do it...

Anyone else have a horror story to do with waxing? 

I went to the David Jones food hall for dinner last Wednesday before my threading appointment at Miss Fox and when I asked for lasagna with garlic bread on the side I was told I couldn’t have garlic bread with my lasagna.

It took a good 10 minutes for the guy to understand that I realized they didn’t come as a meal and that I would pay for the garlic bread separately, by the time I got my food I was prepared to eat the stool I was sitting on.

It was weird lasagna. Kind of sweet. It's hit and miss there.

I got a special package from my brother is currently deployed overseas, and it contained this lovely cuff, a handmade journal, card, and an army patch for The Husband.

I really need to step up my care package skills. 

If you were sending a care package to a soldier overseas, what would you put in it? Mum sends him all kinds of foods (tinned seafood anyone?) and what not so I thought I would be a bit more random. 

We have been without our car for over a month now whilst it got repaired in Geelong and as we had my Mother In Laws car there was no rush to go and pick it up, but now that we have it back and I can actually get in to the car via the front door like a normal person, my life has been turned upside down.

Ah, modern luxuries.  Who would have thought. We were told that it would cost anywhere from $3,000 - $7,000 to fix it by BMW and it ended up costing $400 at a local auto electrician. 

I’ve been pigging out on spinach and ricotta pita too. My mother in law makes the ricotta herself and it is delicious. 

Soy beans do nothing for me. 

I love soy cheese though and once ate a kilo in 24 hours. The Husband then went and bought another 2 kilos, doesn't he understand that if it is there, I will eat it. 

I was lucky enough to receive these beautiful flowers from Lexi who has a blog, Mummy and Matchbox Cars which was incredibly sweet of her! Blogging allows me to meet lots of lovely girls and make new friends! 

I think that is one of the best parts about blogging, the people who I have been lucky enough to meet and become great friends with. 

I need to start doing more interesting stuff, I have nothing to blog about!! 

Bali - Part III, the final wrap up.

I’m sure you are getting sick of the Bali posts by now, but you just need to hang in there.

I have nothing else going on, and if I don’t blog these, I will have nothing to blog about.

I tried to do everyone a favor by completely over exposing this photo in instagram as I had no make up on and my pimples have gone insane. Over exposure is the key. If only I could be over-exposed every minute of the day. I suppose that is why they invented make up though.

I’m not actually in the jungle here. I know, I can see how you could be easily fooled by this.

Does the jungle even have ferns?

Either way, Ayana has a golf course and put put course so there is lush greenery everywhere you look.

I got this dress from Marcs before I left and on Saturday I chucked it in the wash with all kinds of other stripey clothes, black and whites included. I forgot to put it on cold but low and behold, the washing fairy must have been watching over me because nothing ran or shrunk.

It’s basically a modern day miracle. Lots of my dresses get shorter as the washes go on, I just don’t have a knack for it and may need to outsource.

Thankfully the weather in Melbourne has started to perk up, so much so that I might even attempt to walk home from work.  Its been a while since I did that. Since any form of exercise actually.  The Husband wants us to go for walks together before work but I really value my sleep.

We headed out to Potato Head in Seminyak for dinner one night, which was quite nice, definitely a tourist mecca.

 

As you can tell, I was dressed for serious eating.  It’s times like these when looking like a sack is acceptable.

Don't mind the Zombie eyes. 

It would be lovely to go there during the day and stay for sunset, just lounging around by the pool.

Photo taken by Holly

Potato Head was the same day as Jet Skiing which is the only excuse I have for leaving my room with curly hair.   I was hoping that my MAC Girl About Town lippie would distract from the hair. 

This was the only night that my cardigan made an appearance also, it wasn't even cold but you know.

Photo taken by Holly

I thought that it was about time that I sunk my fangs into some protein after living on pizza and curly fries, but struggled to get through the steak.

Prices were really reasonable (comparing to home, not usual Bali prices), at about AU$30 for my main meal. 

I must say that I was disappointed with the shopping in Bali. I don’t know why I expected more from it.  I suppose that when we were in Thailand, I was able to find a tonne of gorgeous dresses at the malls and the quality is so good that I am still wearing them to this day.

Holly and I went down to Seminyak for a day but I only bought a few cheap sundresses and some lovely cushion covers from a furniture store.  I was surprised when I couldn’t even find anything nice for my nieces or nephews. The quality of the clothes was terrible and I don’t think the kids would like to be itchy.  We also went to Kuta in search of market finds and I got another few sundresses, a ring and some baby fauxbans for Henry and Thomas.

I did however engage in the purchasing of pirated DVDs. I got about 50 for AU$30.  So far the quality has been about 70% perfect and 30% end up in the bin. Unfortunately The Husband had to settle for these as his gift which was a bit slack by me. 

My Marcs dress makes another appearance, its becoming a favorite of mine very quickly actually.

I wore it with witchery sandals and clutch.  My hair is at a lame length and I am hating it. I cannot wait for it to grow longer. 

We also went to Ku De Ta for dinner and as soon as we walked in I spied this passport on a table and rushed over, thinking some poor sod had lost their passport. 

It didn’t take me long to realize there was one on every table. Duh. 

For dinner I had the pan fried Barramundi fillet, scallop, fragrant tumeric curry, smoked eggplant, corn perkedel and tempe chips which was about AU$28 and was amazing. So, so, so good. 

I think that I preferred Ku De Ta to Potato Head but I cant really tell you why.

Maybe it was because we had a table in the fresh air with fantastic service at Ku De Ta. 

cotton socks and her husband jumping for joy. 

Apple Mojito – don’t mind if I do.   

Photo taken by Holly

I think that I am done with the Bali posts, except for when I post about the wedding!

You can all breathe a sigh of relief now.  I had better get cracking on taking photos of my mundane life again though otherwise this blog will burn to the ground. 

Bali - Part II

I hope you are ready for Part II!

I think I can probably squeeze Parts III and IV (out of curiosity – did anyone else not learn roman numerals at school? Maybe I was taught but I am certain that none of it sunk in..) into one blog post, coming up on Monday.

Lychee Daiquiri enjoying the view from Rock Bar.  

As you can see, when holidaying in heat, the best option is to slick my hair back and keep it off my neck.

Humidity (read: sweat) does not go well with curly frizzy hair. Not well at all, let me tell you.

We had a post wedding party at Rock Bar which pretty darn awesome. 

Photo taken by Holly

This is my “I don’t want this photo but Holly is snapping anyway”sleazy face.

I’m wearing a plain black sundress from a Bali market and my G.E.D necklace for a splash of colour in my otherwise boring underdressed outfit.

I didn’t think about the amount of flashes that would be accompanying photos that night and went braless – so to everyone who has photos of my nipples, I do apologise.

Looking moderately underdressed next to Holly.

Thanks a lot Holly.

How awesome are the jelly sandals that my sister sent me over from Ireland?

I love them! Takes me back to my childhood.

Does anyone know what these delicious morsels sent from heaven are called?

They are filled with coconut and brown sugar I think. Whenever they were not on offer at breakfast my heart broke a little.

Photo taken by Holly

We had a great dinner on the beach at Jimbaran Bay, where you literally dine on the sand and as far as the eye can see are restaurants all spruiking amazing seafood and meat.

We had rice, satay chicken, garlic prawns and bbq prawns which were all delicious.

Pretttttty sure my coconut wasn’t really this big. It's all an illusion. 

Perhaps I ate too many burgers, sandwiches and pizzas but I love the ol’ comfort food.

The spa was amazing and I was lucky enough to have two 75 minute Balinese Massages there.

You are give disposable underwear, slippers and a robe and then seated in the tranquil surroundings and given ginger tea whilst waiting for your massage.

I fell asleep both times, which I just hate to do since I feel like I am missing out (plus – I am a snorer after all..).

I don’t wear sunglasses but took Kates $4 fauxbans off her hands and they came in handy by the pool.

Lunch for one.

I smashed down about 10 pizzas during our stay. I am not exaggerating. 

I know that I should immerse myself in the culture and go crazy on the Balinese cuisine but I am a creature of bad habits.

We did eat curries and what not, and lots of Indonesian fare during breakfast though so I don’t feel too bad.

This photo was taken by Kieran

We had a day of jet ski-ing and water activities and it is fair to say that cotton socks will never get on a jet ski with me again.

We nearly rolled it one too many times, then got caught in a wave (it was pretty choppy in our defense) and had a race against time to get in the middle of the wave before the break. By this stage we were both hysterical, I’m not sure if we were crying or laughing though and I tried to take us back to shore and save the day.

Of course we got into shallow water, scraped the bottom against a rock and then had to face the evil waters again to make it back to the boat where our guides were waving their arms frantically and not looking very happy with us where I was hoisted on to the boat and cotton socks was taken back to shore – still on the jet ski.

Maybe you had to be there, but it was scary yet exhilarating.

This isn’t me, this is Alicia but imagine this photo with cotton socks and I both on there screaming and possibly crying for dear life. 

This photo was taken by Kieran 

Back on safe land in the comfort of my towel.

Ahh so good to be off that jet ski!

The others all had a round of the banana boat and donut but I gave it a pass, thankfully considering that everyone complained of Whip Lash for days to come.

I'll definitely go on a jet ski again, but perhaps in a lake.. on calm flat water.