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My fashion faux pas

I nearly dislocated my shoulder in the fitting room at Vinnie’s. There was this top, you see. Cropped. Long-sleeved. Deep blue. BNWT (that’s Brand New With Tags for the novice used clothing shoppers among you). I plucked it off the rack and flounced into the change room, pulling that curtain fair off its plastic runners. Halfway through I realised things were going badly. Arms were in, but head was not. To push on, or to retreat? Well, I pushed on, didn’t I? Yes, I did. Until, with much grunting and jiggling, I saw light from out of that toddler-sized top, even if my arms were cantilevered from my earholes. I didn’t need to so much as glance in the mirror to know that this was not a keeper. My shoulders were screaming by now… and did I mention I had an audience? Miss Three was looking at me with a mix of bewilderment and fear. Is mummy ok? her wonky eyebrows queried. I was about to holler for scissors when the blasted top let go …

That regrettable NY resolution: update #1

You might recall that, at the beginning of the year, I pledged not to buy a single piece of new clothing for 12 long months (…excluding underwear. Definitely excluding underwear!). How’s that going? Six weeks in I can report that it’s going incredibly well. Like, amazingly well. As in, my wardrobe is bulging with oh-so-fashionable op shop finds to the point where I can count on one hand the number of times I have looked longingly at a sales rack outside a clothing shop. See for yourself… All the above jeans, tops, dresses, cuff, jumper, shoes and shorts were purchased from op shops, markets, a charity clothes swap event, Facebook sales pages – or given to me by a caring friend (black top, bottom right!). And the brands! Sass, Nike, Stussy, Country Road, Quirky Circus etc. Safe to say, I have not had to compromise on quality one iota. Possibly the best bit about this New Years challenge has been hearing from those of you who have chosen to join me. You have decided to …

Part of me wishes I’d never made this NY resolution…

My New Year’s resolution this year is going to be tough. Three days in and I’m already wondering if this was a mistake. I mean, why would any thinking girl commit to NOT buying a new dress, new jeans, a new top for that friend’s birthday party – not buying a single item of new clothing for an entire year? 2017 is the year I’ve decided to refrain from buying any brand-spanking-new clothes. Any item of clothing accumulated in the next 12 months will come from op shops, markets, Gumtree, those Facebook pages you sell your old stuff on – or the wardrobes of friends who take pity on me! Underwear excluded. Underwear definitely excluded. About 85% of textiles end up in land fill; clothing is the second-largest source of pollution, after oil. We are a throw-away society. Fashion manufacturers are churning out new outfits as if they are everyday consumables like milk, toothpaste and toilet paper to keep up with our appetites for the trendiest, most ‘it’ clothing. Most of it is poor quality and …

Thanks for the tips Mr Biddulph: 3 Ways to Support Girls

There I was, standing in my bedroom, selecting an outfit for the day ahead. Little Miss Two was at my side, as usual, watching my every move. I chose my super slimming, high-rise, black jeans, the ones that take a fair bit of jiggling to get on. A merino long-sleeved top (a thermal, in other words, I live in Tasmania afterall). And a light grey oversized knit that feels like I’m wrapped in a blanket. There, I’m thinking. Ready. It’s about then that I notice my little blonde-haired girl waving her rear-end at the mirror. She’s peering over her shoulder, gawking at her nappy-cushioned bottom… just like I do. The good old, “Does my bum look big in this?” move. I was shocked. I could’ve cried. My darling bundle of innocence had picked up on a rather shallow habit of mine. But I didn’t – I just laughed. I swung her up into my arms and laughed and laughed with her. She knew she’d done something endearing and she joined me with her wonderful giggles of …

Teaching Kids about Inner Beauty

Two pears sit on a bench. One is shiny, smooth, moderate in size, even-shaped and golden in colour. The other is much bigger, lop-sided, its skin rough and speckled brown, green and gold. I know which pear my children would choose. The same pear that most of the thinking population would choose, no doubt. The one that came from a regulated environment, selected for its regulated size, shape and texture. The one that was buffed and waxed, weighed and packaged, stored for who-knows-how-long at an even temperature before being stacked on supermarket shelves. I give you Specimen Number One: the supermarket pear.  The other would have been rejected had it come from the same production line. It came from the garden and its owners allowed it to bulge into whatever shape nature deigned. They relished plucking fruit from the branches, getting in amongst the sticky leaves, climbing to reach the topmost fruit. Specimen Number Two: the homegrown pear. We might even call them the beautiful pear and the ugly pear – but that would be …