Yesterday I turned twenty two. Which I guess means I'm now really in my twenties. Which might be cause for panic if I hadn't decided a long time ago not to experience adulthood on any terms other than my own - which makes the whole growing-older-thing feel a lot less scary.
At any rate, this is what I wore the night before my birthday to drink pints and dance to the "gypsy deathcore" maestros, the Barons of Tang:
The Barons of Tang.
I am clutching a longneck in homage to Pink, who was some 400 kms away at the time!
• 1950's pink organdy dress
• Black 1980's boots, defiled by a lot of titanium white oil paint.
• Black chiffon skinny belt, opshopped.
• The heavily-abused 1980's black and white striped wayfarers.
And this little picture is a little part of the outfit I wore on Saturday for a birthday picnic comprised of red velvet cake, hula hoops, bubbles, beer, and the best people ever.
Photograph taken by Monsieur Diabolik, I think!
I wore a ridiculous concoction that was equal parts fluffy cupcake and I-am-Australian-and-it's-hot!! Something along the lines of the glasses, a pink tulle 1950's prom dress (which was a really bad decision on account of the vast quantities of cake consumed), a white wifebeater and pink thongs-flip-flops-jandals-whatever-you-call-them. Styl-ish!!