Wednesday, 21 December 2011

Stop the Press!


It's here!

Just a friendly reminder my new blog is active so check it out if your into personal anecdotes, crazy thoughts and a little bit of writing to make you smile, laugh and probably feel better about yourself.


www.thisgirlconfused.blogspot.com


Please remember Papilio will be my main "professional" blog so keep your eyes open.


I will still be posting a Christmas blog up here most likely on Christmas Eve so watch out because Papilio got her A++ in Christmas cheer!

x

Thursday, 15 December 2011

I Is Changing


This is just a quick hello!

Hope you have been liking the regularity - but with a little tear and a sad face I won't be posting as regularly for the next month or so. So this is a little update of the coming events:

1. As of February 2012 this blog will purely be focused on Fashion and Food.


2. In the meantime I will still be posting when I can and this is what you can look forward to:

- My family Christmas
- It's a beach New Years
- America Here I Come - YES! I'm saying goodbye to Brissy for 2 weeks and going on a USA adventure

3. After America (and once I settle back into mundane life) I will begin a new regularity outlined in the following:

- Tasty Tuesday = obviously a Tuesday post relating to food

- Fashion Friday = Friday posts on fashion commentary (wow, thanks Miss Obvious)

- Street Style Sunday = I'm not even going to bother this time.

4. If you like my social rants, sometimes depressive views on life, personal stories, random lists and all things in between go to my NEW blog at www.thisgirlconfused.blogspot.com


It will be much more sporadic - but I figured it can be since it is a tad more crazy and acts more like an open journal of thoughts from an idle girl.


When will you see me next? Who knows...

xx

Wednesday, 14 December 2011

Wardrobe Favourites Part 2

Here comes round two of my personal goods but this time we gaze into the magical world of the evening clutch.

First cab off the ranks - you guessed it - fail safe Mimco. She's a little black velvet allure, she's gold trimmed luxurious and she's pretty versatile with that detachable chunky chain - she's a lovely little accessory for a night out.




We girls love shiny things and this little baby is the perfect example of glow mesh. It is vintage (my mothers), gold, unique and something I am very delighted to call my own.





And to finish off another Mimco clutch - this one is so incredibly user friendly. It's plenty big enough for all the essentials and the colour and shape lend itself easily to an extensive choice of outfit. It's the go to clutch that can do no wrong.





I'll be back Friday with.... well who really knows - remember I sometimes like to live in the moment!

Monday, 12 December 2011

Lemony Goodness

So as promised it's been two days and I'm still here - how wondrous!

It's been a little busy in the house of Papilio so I have a couple of baking shots. These are my fail safe lemon yoghurt cakes - involves nothing but a little elbow grease, 15 minutes in the oven and some tender loving care into some home made delicious lemon curd!

Simple is often the best medicine and these gems always go down with applause.





Catch you Wednesday for a more fun.

Saturday, 10 December 2011

Streets Baby!


Here's a little Brissy style shots.


Loving those pants! He's got colour combination turned on!


This girl is pulling off the sock / flats look - what a brave girl


I absolutely loved this woman - she held herself with such class.


And this is simply adorable. It's little bo peep meets country prairie, meets humble innocence - what sunshine in a crowd of grey.



See you lovelies Monday! x

Thursday, 8 December 2011

Friends, Food and Festive Fun


It's that time of year again. Where tree tops glisten and children listen to sleigh bells in the snow... or maybe more appropriately for my Aussie Christmas - where sun shines brightly and children listen to boomers in the sand...

It's my favourite time of year. A time where I see the beauty in life, the best of humanity shines through and family feuds are placed to the side for one day of smiles, giving and gluttony.

This year marked the inaugural annual Christmas brunch with three dear friends. So of course it involved gossip, laughter, food, a soppy Christmas movie, drink and more food. As the iPod played our favourite festive tunes – Destiny Child’s Christmas album, a little bit of Michael Buble crooning and a sing a long to Mariah Carey’s utterly famous All I Want For Christmas is You. The dorky bon-bon hats were worn and the chrissy colours were adorned.

We filled up on the traditional dishes and special little delights - honey glazed ham, a decadent roast turkey, salmon and cheese h’ourderves, potato bake, lashings of mustard and butter and a berry punch to refresh. An Aussie Christmas comes complete with a lovely pavlova topped with delicious fruit and fattening indulgent vanilla cream.

To complete the day we digested in front of the best Christmas movie ever – Love Actually. A movie which gives you hope, that turns any sensible girl into a sap (or a waterfall of depression) and that truly encompasses the feeling of Christmas and presents us with a world of love. As dear Hugh Grant says:

“If you look for it, I've got a sneaking suspicion... love actually is all around”

Enjoy the photos from the day and check back in on Saturday for some more delightful words.







Tuesday, 6 December 2011

Wardrobe Favourites Part 1


YAY! It's finally here. Welcome to Chapter one of Alicia's very own wardrobe favourties. After all what's a large wardrobe worth without anyone to share it with.

Today I shall delight you with my current favourite jewellery pieces (in no particular order)


We all know my love for Mimco so of course first up is my lovely Mimco cuff. Perfect for a night out, divine with a elegant black dress, just right for a little wrist candy! Modern angles and yet girlishly cute.






We all love sentiment and this is no exception. A gorgeous Tiffany's heart necklace. But this is no ordinary necklace - engraved with those words only a handful of girls truly understand. Thank you - you know me all too well.




A watch is a necessity - a number of watches - is... a necessity! This one holds memories yet again - purchased in the mother land of watches (Switzerland for those who are a tad slow) with a dear dear friend we walked out with Swatch watches that we would forever cherish. I love this watch because it's so different and what prim perfect girl doesn't like a little pearl? Even if it is faux.





Another cuff. I bought this on a whim but I love it! It's unique and the colour is simply divine! Makes any outfit pop with a dash of colour!




And shall we end with our dear friend Mimco. I bought this on a lovely sale and although I haven't had the opportunity to wear it often it has received many a compliment and it is the perfect costume jewellery item. Thanks (again) Mimco!







Tune in on Thursday where I will be spreading a little Christmas cheer!

Sunday, 4 December 2011

Love...?


Sorry... photo issues again! But as I said - I'm determined to keep this promise so enjoy my thoughts of the day:

Love has no race, class, gender or age. There should be no boundaries, no limits and no prejudice. Sadly, I do believe there actually might be.

We all conjure up ideas of our perfect man so we believe we know what we are looking for. But is the saying love is blind true? If it is then really we shouldn’t be making lists, forming types instead we should be living a blank canvas for he will come in whatever package possible. He may in fact be the least likely person you ever saw yourself with. So we subconsciously ignore what we think is not our type.

But I am no romantic, I may have been a very long time ago but this girl will always have two feet securely tightened to the very real cement of the Earth. This notion of “the one” well I highly doubt it’s existence – or more accurately I do not see it possible in the slightest.

I know, shudder all you want I don’t think I’m ever going to believe in the game of love. Well at least not in the traditional, romantic sense. It seems a rather strange predicament considering my love of period dramas. But if you look at the social norms of previous centuries I think there was no “the one” even more so. People married because that was all they knew – people married whoever suited them, people married for security not love, people (men especially) married just to get some action – life was pretty idle back then. Marriage was simply the thing to do.

Hollywood and popular culture has brain washed us women. We have been lulled into this pathetic notion of Mr Perfect. We have been left completely desperate with expectations that reach the heavens. We cannot get it all – and wouldn’t that be a tired place indeed if we did.

I understand the adulterers and the cheaters - I know it is a dangerous thought but here me out. How can you say that of the 7 billion people inhabiting this planet each individual can be paired with another for the rest of their lives knowing it is them, and only them that are truly meant to be together – it is utterly absurd.

I’m not saying married couples have it wrong I’m just expressing my own thoughts, I’m just asking the question we all ask ourselves at some stage – Do we ever know?

Wouldn't this world be a simpler more peaceful place if we simply just lived?

Friday, 2 December 2011

Mmmm... Cupcake


Slight photo mishap so unfortunately won't be showing you wardrobe favourites till Sunday - so it's time to think taste buds.

Remember how I once said I more then love my food but I've never really written much of it. So today I thought I would delight you with some delicious foodie thoughts.

Food has such an emotional pull to it - it can transport you back to days of old - when you screamed for more ice cream and you begged grandma to bake yet another cake with you and when the smell of sweetness filled your life. An old recipe returns in your later life but when the spoon hits your mouth you feel 10 again, your senses tingle with delight and your mind begins a vivid nostalgic journey just from one taste. Any degree of sullen adult when faced with the prospect of an old family classic has the ability to turn into a deliciously mischievous child full of cheer and giggle. That's why I love food. It isn't fuel for the body - it is happiness, it is healing, it is giving and it is (in my world at least) a sign of affection. Cooking for someone is one of the greatness gestures of love. It represents the need, the desire to provide for another, to please them, to comfort them and to warm them.


Baking gives me so much pleasure. I cannot stress how much it has the ability to immediately de-stress me. It transports me to my happy place. Me, my kitchen, my mixing bowl and my oven is all I need when I just want to relax.

The below are yummy red velvet cakes made famous by such bakeries as London's Hummingbird and New York's Magnolia.

I love the rich colour of the cake and the perfect union of cream cheese frosting - absolutely divine. And when the time is right to decorate your little babies, heaven just gets even better. I'm on a natural high and nothing can vex me while I'm with my little cakes I nurtured with precision, love and care.







Food - it is one of my many many passions and one I need to learn so much more about, one I will continue to love throughout my journey and one I will never tire of.

Wednesday, 30 November 2011

Her Royal Majesty


It was a while ago but better late then never I guess. So I want to talk to you (or more so word with you) about the wonderful event that graced little Brisbane. The Queen and the Duke of Edinburgh came to visit our shores. Now, if you are a regular you’ll know that I love the monarch and all things British and I adore the ties we have. All this talk of becoming a republic scares me - why fix something that isn’t broken?




But after that day I starting believing the majority of Australians don’t mind being a Commonwealth. I came home that day feeling highly affected by the scorching sun but more so feeling a sense of national pride and international relations. All was well in my world. So as I bared the heat in my royal best and impractical shoes (picked so I could see above the crowd…mistake) and observed the huge numbers waiting for a glimpse of the one and only rather important little old lady I loved every minute. You could feel the excitement in the air, people don’t come to get sunburned if they don’t like the person they are seeing – they come because they care. Because no matter what some say we Australians still have some kind of pull towards the British royal family. There is something unique about them, something untouchable and appealing and it is this that was filling the atmosphere. This yearning to see something that has seen it all – a world war, dozens of new parliaments, famine, riots, economic plight, more wars – she’s such a little lady with such a big knowledge of the world.

Then there was dear old Prince Phillip – that crazy uncle, that embarrassing dad, that silly grandfather. He performs his duties with such grace and support – the Queen would be lost without him. There he was with his trusty panama and suit, fit as a fiddle; waving, smiling and stopping for a chat, picking up flowers from little girls in their dresses, even spotting some to come in front of the barriers to greet the Queen themselves. It was all rather magical. And although I saw a very small profile and only the tops of their heads – it didn’t matter. I was there, I was in their presence and I soaked in all the feeling of the day.

What I love most about it – is the attire of the crowd. A day where laid back Brisbanites take out that special little outfit reserved for such special occasions. Little girls in their finest dresses, some complete with Sunday best hats and all clutching their flowers just hoping her majesty will notice them. British expats feeling at home again, young people dressed in union jacks, the elderly waving that iconic flag and women and men equally sharing this moment. Here are some pics from the day:




This is just gorgeous. A little girl trying her very hardest to soar above the crowd.







Even the true blue tradies stopped their work just for a glimpse. Or just any excuse for a break...


Can you see her... that little tiny thing in the top left corner wearing the pastel green hat. But I love this photo for the Aussie flag - ever so patriotic!




It felt like a wonderful world and one I’m so very happy to live in.

Check back in 2 days time for I’ll be showcasing my very own wardrobe favourites. ooo the suspense!

Monday, 28 November 2011

A Little Taste of Luxury


I know I'm not a personal style blog but today it seemed fitting to share with you my recent purchases of the festive season. I know, Christmas is all about giving (don't worry; a chrissy blog will be imminent) but sometimes a girl just needs to treat herself to a little glitter.

Thanks to some pretty awesome connections I am now the proud owner of two new pairs of sublimely beautiful sunglasses at a steel of a dollar sign!

I cannot go past the beauty and design of sunnies - and they are obviously a necessity in this harsh and scorching Australian sun. So why resist. Pretty sure that would be detrimental to the safety and well being of my eyes. And, let us not forget my Asian gene forbids me to say no to a bargain.

There is something mysteriously alluring about Ray Bans - the label, the brand, the history and the icon. So I succumbed to the magic that is the Ray Ban clubmasters. I know, they are nothing new, but they are timeless and the ultimate label in style - a must for any fashionista - that can pull them off ;) And now, little me has a pair; and boy is she happy.



How can you ever say no to the world of Prada? Obviously my rhetorical question answers the next - yes, my disgusting materialistic devil came out to play and off I went with yet another overpriced item to add to my plethora of overpriced items. Here she is in all her glory - the fine Italian craftsmanship, those five capital letters engraved with such care along the arms and that feeling of opulence as you look upon a mirror. Let your eyes be delighted -






I have just been to a journalism conference and I learnt how vital it is to be a regular blogger. So, I am going to do my utmost best - strap yourselves in because little Papilio will (for the next 3 weeks) be posting a new entry every 2 days. I know, I'm placing a lot of pressure on myself but I am determined to keep this vow - after all it is the festive season!

Again, I do warn you it will be a mix of fashion commentary, street style, eclectic thoughts and absolute nonsense.
Sorry about the lack of Street style photos - finding the time to romp around the place has been a little difficult but this WILL happen, even if it means endlessly prostituting my small amount of free time to my camera.

I'll be in two!

Friday, 25 November 2011

I Sold my Soul to Designer Labels




…Yes, there is such a thing. I have shunned the chain stores and I have succumbed to the wonderful but exorbitantly overpriced world of designer labels.

It is getting a little out of hand – I’m losing all self control – I have fallen to the great industry that is fashion! I used to be reasonable – but I have tasted – or more accurately felt the difference. I have been exposed to the quality of Marc Jacobs, the finesse of Chloe and the allure of Burberry, the craftsmanship of Collette Dinnigan, the history of Tiffanys and let us not forget the wonderful world of luxury online shopping.

The temptation is getting stronger and the will power is almost non existent.

I can’t give it up and it scares me; it terrifies me.

I haven’t stepped into a chain store and purchased something in a very long time and it is really beginning to fatigue the wallet.

In terms of shopping status – I am definitely living above my means. I don’t mean to say I’m as shocking as Confessions of a Shopaholic – I will never allow myself to fall into the trap of a dozen credit cards. The day I start using one credit card to pay off another is the day I need to turn around, slap myself, lock myself inside a room and throw away the key. I like to think I’m pretty sensible when it comes to shopping – I just indulge here and there – a little pick me up to get me through the week. I don’t have much in life and shops have never really hurt me, so let it be my weakness.

Yeah, I sound pretty dangerous but aren’t we all. We all choose to spend money somewhere, whether it be a lot or a little. We all place some type of material good, experience or need above another. Some choose to take their wallet for a hefty drink or two, a wild night out and a round of shots for all, others swipe their cards for electronic goods, the latest in technology or stylish furniture. Selfless people prefer to spend their well earned money on gifts for loved ones and others save for a trip around the world and a basket full of experiences. The rare few don’t even spend at all, they save save save for a rainy day – you might call these people the sensible ones, the one’s that have it right, but I’m sadly no angel.

For me, like many others I choose to sign my name off to Marc, Collette and Chloe, maybe one day to Louis, Karl, Christian and Alexander. My greatest pleasure – shopping overseas! There is something even more magical about it. The promise of new stores, of more bargains and the feeling you get when you return home with your new wardrobe, the utterly snobbish air you get when you reply with “oh this, I bought it in Europe” (hating yourself afterwards), the feeling that what you are wearing is somehow slightly better than the rest (even though it isn’t). But that overseas dress, that bag from London – they come with more than just prettiness and compliments; they come with fond memories and lasting experiences. When you don that special little item you bought at a steel in Rome you are transported back to that very moment and you remember the city, the people, the food and the smells.

So yes. I choose to waste away my money to fashion houses that do not need my cash and yes, I choose to pass over $1000s to travel agents for overseas adventures because that is my preference, that is what I want in life.

We are all different, but we all have some preference on how we spend our money. So please do not judge me for being superficial or maybe even a little irresponsible.

Either way, it’s a little too late! Sorry soul. You officially belong to designer labels and international airports.

Tuesday, 15 November 2011

A Beacon of Light


I didn’t realise it until I saw it. I didn’t know the feeling of pure excitement until my eyes gazed at its’ shiny new walls. I didn’t know how beautiful it really was.

I wasn’t really that excited – a new store, another place where my dreams can muster in a pool of jealousy, price tags with way too many 0s, luxury material I can only dream of, service with a capital S. But, I found myself caught up when I saw the word, when the bright florescent lights shone metres in front of me. As I walked passed I allowed my fingers to glide across the six letter word surrounding the walls of this new haven, I couldn’t believe the emotions it stirred.



The Chanel store in Brisbane is open! How strange it felt when I saw the place for the first time – it isn’t even one of my favourite luxury brands (due to my slight negativity towards the French). And yet, there I was imaging a time I could walk into that store, breathe in the smell of money and walk out with an iconic bag worth more than my entire life savings.

I realised in that moment – shops, shopping and spending is somehow my ultimate love. It never fails to cheer me up. My heart starts pumping and my feet start walking with pure elation, my eyes are spoilt for choice as they covet dresses out of my means and my wallet begins to fatigue with excess use – it is where I belong. Give me a shopping mall any day I will be more then content. Who says material goods can’t buy you happiness – I’m pretty sure it paints a smile across my face. I’m pretty sure any negative emotions are relinquished when I wear a new dress, I’m pretty sure happiness is in the air when I gaze lovingly into my wardrobe and I’m pretty damn sure materialism is somehow my calling in life. Not the most worthy of callings but it somehow feels right. I don’t think I’m ever going to grow out of shopping in any form – window, excess, online, auction, gift, pleasure, therapy and companion. Yes, there is companion shopping – aka shopping with a friend. That way you don’t feel as guilty, for another is spending cash – this can of course result in high sums of payment and withdrawal but it’s worth all that fun.

I know, I often find myself hating how very materialistic I can be, I find it repulsive, selfish and utterly wasteful at times but I return to it each and every time like a girl who cannot get enough of a broken heart. And every time I do I love it, I relish and bathe wantonly in it, I am guilty of sin and I love it. I thrive on shops, I get energy and inspiration from clothes and I am uplifted by wonderful customer service.

Shops, boutiques, all kinds of glittering malls – they are my calling card, my mecca, my paradise, my heaven, my love, my friend and my foe. They are my happy place, my teddy bear, my soft linen sheets, my edelweiss. They are a warm hug, a caring glance, a meaningful conversation and a wickedly intense embrace.

I might be going to hell but at least I’ll be going in my ostentatious Sunday best.

Thursday, 13 October 2011

Fabulous Queen St


The view from up here! I'm loving the floral dress contrasting with a more sharp and sturdy leather boot - I think it creates a bit of excitement to your ordinary simple feminine look.



Just look at the colour on this skirt! We all know how much colour screams SUMMER!



Wedges are so in! PLUS colour of the season - you get 2 big fat ticks!



Oh Mr Vuitton! How you can make a girl smile.



Electric blue plants and wedges - someone has been reading her fashion files.



I love the pattern on this dress - it reminds me of the great late Mr Alexander McQueen.





What do I always say about the business man? Not enough sartorial suitcases - well thank you mister - this little leather accessory is just what the doctor (or fashionista) ordered!