Boots, cigarettes and coffee; here for the music, the men and the single malt.
Not in that order.
I'm young but old enough to know better; restless to see the world outside Australia, in a red F100 with a guitar, a man with a mustache, and a dog. I'm realistic, artistic and romantic, struggling and staggering to keep up with the speed of my own dreams, and this is my account of how I sometimes get shit done.
Struggletown; def:
A place for a hardened tender-heart.
Quite seriously, Kat Creasey is gorgeous.
I remember stumbling across her Myspace a year or so ago, when I first worked out the grandness of wearing a vintage style; going out in a heels and high-waisted with my Best Friend, Kay. And at the time, Kat Creasely started me off; I looked at her beautiful pictures and said to myself, “Time to ditch the baggy, daggy clothes, Girl, you’ve got a waist!”
I’ve been and went through my phases of appearances and clothes, because I’m lazy and trying to maintain my make-up and hair all day always has annoyed me - because I was lazy.
But, it occurred to me the other day, after I emptied out all of my clothes in my wardrobe, that the majority of my stuff left hanging, was all my ‘past’ clothes - gingham dresses, little fancy leopard print numbers and things that made me feel like one hell of a woman.
I’ve still kept a few of my over-sized, ripped shirts and faded old jeans, though.But shh!
(Source: mylittlerockabilly)
Bless you lovely lady, this
Quite seriously, Kat Creasey is gorgeous. I remember stumbling across her Myspace a year or so ago, when I first worked...
The internet needs less cats and more this.