Summer - I'm going to repeat my Facebook status and say, "I bought pants today."

And they really are the most glorious things, American Apparel, they are the thinnest pants I have ever owned. And I consciously say pants because these are noooot jeans. 

I don't know if this is just me, (though I have the feeling that it isn't) but sometimes when I wear my skinniest of skinny leg jeans and I kneel on the floor, sit with my legs up to my chest, or sometimes even just cross my legs I feel as though my legs are actually going to fall off due to my circulation being cut off from my entire lower body. If you have no clue what I am talking about and just think that I am slightly insane, all I can tell you is that the feeling I am describing - isn't a happy one. 

But these pants, let me tell you. Boy oh boy. The most comfortable pants I have ever worn. When I said to my step-mum Suzanne this afternoon that "like, oh my god they are the most comfortable things in the existence of the human race" 

Her response was, "Yeah... You say that a lot." 

And it dawned on me just how very true that was, the only thing that I could think of to respond was "Well! It just keeps on being true."

Before these pants I had never really been a fan of spending all that much on pants and jeans, I had had too many experiences of buying pants that looked great on in the store, then trying them on again at home and realising that I really needed to take them up, or the zipper gaped, or that they were just a little too low cut and so and so on. 

After today I think that I will have no problem spending a little bit more money on a pair of pants that are gorrrrrgeous. Because, I now realise that it is totally worth it if you are buying something that you can wear to death. 

This was the first pair of skinny pants that I had bought that actually fit great everywhere. Every girl has a problem buying pants - mine personally is that they will fit great on my hips and thighs, be way to loose and way too long, because lets face it - I'm just not as tall as a model. But these, Lord above. The stretch fabric not only doesn't cut off my circulation, but it makes the pants extremely figure hugging (in a good way), they are THE EXACT RIGHT LENGTH annnnnnnnnnnnd they are equally tight on my calves as on my thighs! So exciting.

I'm in love. 

Truly in love.  

Ladies, the message I want to send out is - who needs a boy? No one. You just need good pants. 

The only thing that I was iffy about was the colour, greeeeeen. But let me tell you, that green is one of my favourite colours - party because its beautiful and partly because it looks really good with my hair. I worse them today with just a plain back T-shirt which looked fantastic although slightly Slytheriny, and I cannot wait to wear one of my sheer nude/beige silk tops tucked in to make the pants just a little more chic. So I think the colour dilemma might not be such a dilemma after all. I asked Dad when we were in the store today what he thought of the colour and he liked it/ thought it was cool.

Side bar: Today Dad and I had a long chat about fashion and some of his fashion choices when he was a youngin' in the 80's and 90's. Lets just say he had a mega quiff, wore colourful beaded necklaces and big sunglasses at night, along with sometimes puffy parka's, vegan Doc Martins and velvet smoking jackets. The stories made me laugh a lot while he was telling them, sure, but all I can think about is how great it sounds and how I think I was meant to live in the 80's and dress in all of the craaaaazy clothes! 

Dad, if you are reading this: you will see that I have given your fashion choices a glowing review, so now have I earned the right to see photo's of you in your fashion, um, 'hey day'? Please?

I took this picture, and I am in love with it. I'm not really one to take photo's and be like, "wow I did such a great job I'm so in love with my photography because I'm totally cool and indie and shit."
But this one I'm pretty proud of, it is a photo of my friend Britt's hands holding up a book that she got my friend Greta for Christmas, the book is called Shoes or something simple like that but I can't seem to recall it at the moment. As soon as Greta had opened the present Britt took it off her saying that there was something that she just had to show us - it was this picture. The most expansive, exponential, elegant 'shoe closet' I have ever seen. I'm so jealous of whoever this room belongs too.

It seems that I have written a lot on a whim tonight. (Damn I missed 11:11), so I hope y'all like reading.
Love Tishiffer/Tishany

P.S I can't decide what nickname I like better? Tishiffer, like Jennifer. Or Tishany like Brittany.
I think Tishiffer. Tishiffer and Bellaroonie has a better ring, don't cha think?

Summer - Fashion News

Hello Tish! Boy, I forgot how much I love your posts.

So. (is it just me, or doesn't every second paragraph begin with 'so.' with me?!?) In an effort to make regular posts easier for moi, I have decided to add Vogue and Hollywood Gossip's (among others) fashion news to my ever expanding range of home page tabs. Because unlike my much-missed Tishiffer, Bellaroonie does not often dabble in the world of fashion and celebrity news, unless I catch TMZ - which I love, everyone should watch TMZ.

But that relationship doesn't look like it'll be starting today.
Today I will be telling the tale of Rachel Hurd-Wood.
Those who will know me well, will know that I discovered her in - of course - her debut role as Wendy Darling in P.J. Hogan's 2003 family flick Peter Pan.

Any who at which point she looked like this:

Sadly her other timely (timely?) looks - which I of course still passionately hate due to the fact, let's not forget, that I never get Peter, no matter how many times I watch the movie. Never gets old, never. The point.... being that sadly these stunning looks did not relate over to her fashion sense,

though it was 2003, and she was 13. Yet for the sake of this post, lets keep focusing on her face. Wow, that's not a sentence I use everyday.
When Hurd-Wood was 16, she played Imogen Helhoughton in Perfume: The Story of a Murder, a film I have not seen, but kind of don't plan to because the sound of it is really quite disgusting.

And she's still stunning. Yet, still, a Plain Jane.

God, I hate Plain Janes. As of today I am starting a campaign to abolish Plain Janes. Come on people!
Surprisingly during my research I came across the fact that last year she stared in Tomorrow When the War Began. To those who have seen it; this is 20-year-old Rachel.

And to those (me) who haven't but owned a TV during it's release, she's this one.

You know, this is just proof that there is a light at the end of the tunnel of Plain Janed-ness. Rachel Hurd-Wood will from now on be the face on Say-No-To-Plain-Janed-ness, or something that has a better acronym...

And I do like her short hair better than Emma Watsons (oooo controversy). Oh, I refuse to look at my beloved until it has grown back.
Speaking of Hermoine, I'm on page 415 Tishy!

Love until Wednesday,
Bella xxxx

Summer

I just read the most gorgeous article on The Age, 'The art of French dressing'.
Here is is, definitely read it.
Tish x

Summer - Hello my dear blog

You might not remember me, my names Tish- just incase you have forgotten.
Its been a while! But alas, I will not let my dental pain stand in my way any longer!

I love the internet, its been my best friend lately. And on my daily internet sleuthing I have found many many pictures that I love, and I think you will too.
I'm still not decided if I want to go in order of the favourite photo to the least favourite, or save the best till last. So undecided.

The internet.

This is Hailee Steinfeld, she is fifteen. I would say something like, "I wish I'm as well dressed as her when I'm her age." Except I am her age, and I'm extremely jealous of her. I'm not going to lie, I love her and I haven't seen her in anything before, I'm turning into one of those sad girls who obsesses over something that she doesn't really know what is. Thats a sad realisation. 

I'm not that much of a K Stew fan, due to the whole Twilight thing, although I can say that I did like her in The Runaways, but dear God - I know this photo isn't her dressed as herself, in something she hasn't picked out herself. But my oh my, she looks so chic. Her makeup is perfection in my eyes, I will have to keep it in mind next time I have to where some sort of nice make up, dear lord I'm off on a tangent.

Also on another note, I love Vogue. 

 And here, I think that this is my favourite photo. I can only hope that one day I look as good as this. I hope that me and my bestie walk down the street all casual looking like we belong in a magazine.
This photo makes me excited for winter.


Here we go, Summer/Winter rant:

This year I was all excited for Summer, when I never really had been before _ I was all like "wew lets go swimming and get a tan and look all good and have beach hair and not have a car in the world, lets eat lots of salad, ice cream and fruit because its too hot for anything else, lets out rule pants because its too bloody hot for anything other than a dress." But noooooo Melbourne, NOOO, you can't let that happen for me, can you? You can't let me enjoy summer?  I wore a jumper to bed last night. What is this? So now I have given up on the notion of finding my perfect summer wardrobe and wearing it like there is no tomorrow and all I have been doing is internet sleuthing of celebrities and american clothing brands which are of course Northern Hemispherical therefore Winter. Its made me excited.

Rant over.

While Bella has had fabulous photos of her life this Summer, I don't. I'm totes jealous of her.
Here are some older photos still from the Summer that I have been meaning to post on here for years.
Months to be more exact.

We cute.

Actually, here is the most Summery thing I have done all Summer!
And it only happened yesterday, my dear friend Cara Takle returned from five and half months in America and she had made me this bracelet thing that was all woven and stuff, which I am now wearing as an anklet.

And isn't an anklet just the essence of Summer?
And excuse my bad photobooth picture.

I hope that this can excuse slightly my non-postitude.
 Mwahz girlies, mwahz
LL x

Summer - Aussie Aussie Aussie...

Yes, I know today is not Wednesday. But.

Yesterday's Hottest 100 Countdown actually went for, like, 10 hours. I must admit I wasn't expecting it -  if I'd know I would have multi tasked.

But, yesterdays annual celebration of the arrival of the First Fleet at Sydney Cove in 1788 and the proclamation at that time of British sovereignty over the eastern seaboard of New Holland gives me something to post about.

Not many people know this, but I have never met someone as ... well, willing to wear the flag as the superbly dressed, but underlying bogan Ruby Cox. I can't say I've ever been a fan of the fashion, but on days like yesterday, I'm... er... willing to compromise.

The same day this was taken I also took a photo in this gorgeous shop, and learnt a valuable lesson, always ask the shop owner's permission. But it is nearly worth the fantasticness of it, right? This gem is situated on Flinders Ln, the last side street off Swanston before Flinders.

Finally congratulations Angus & Julia Stone, hearing Big Jet Plane at 9 o'clock, kind of made the 10 hours worth it.

See you on the weekend,

Love Bella xxxx

PS there is a chance we may be altering the schedule, but as it seems to be working, it's defiantly not disappearing! Oh! And the lovely Tish's absence has been due to the pre-braces process, but I spoke to her on Monday, and she assures me she's working on something.