Style Imitating Art – floral dish

Hello friends! I have something a little bit different for you today. I was encouraged by Kezzie to take part in a link up called Style Imitating Art. The idea is that one of the hosts (I believe there are several) picks a piece of art and the participants then have to put together an outfit based on it. And now you are going to find out exactly why I don’t do outfit posts…

The piece of art to be imitated was a Japanese Nabashemi ware dish, blue with a pretty floral pattern.

floral dish

 

As soon as I saw it I knew I had the perfect top… pale blue with flowers. And I was already wearing a slightly darker blue skirt that would provide a nod to the darker blue lines going across the plate. So, outfit found, the more difficult challenge was to get a photo of me wearing it. Being home alone and not having a tripod, a series of attempts to prop my camera up and get into position before the time ran out ensured. First, I tried to take the photo on my balcony… but apparently it was too sunny out there. Nothing I could do could prevent the top half of me from being brightly lit while the rest of me was in shadow. So into the flat I went. My next attempt, with me standing at the far end of the corridor, failed as the camera utterly refused to focus. So in the end I resorted to standing by the front door. Here’s the photo I eventually submitted:

Style imitating art

I’m still not sure I’m properly in focus and I am well aware that my feet are missing, but this was something like the 15th photo I took and at that point I gave up!

Anyway, ignoring my terrible photography skills, I think the outfit itself works quite well.

To see more style imitating art, check out Salazar‘s blog. I’m afraid it’s too late to join in now but perhaps you can another time. And for now you can tell me in the comments what you would wear if you were to let this bowl inspire your outfit.

Funeral clothing – help!

I’m not exactly an expert on funerals. I think I’ve been to three in my life… and for two of those I wasn’t even in my teens yet! As such, I have no idea what one is supposed to wear (other than black), and even less of an idea what one should wear as c lose family member who will have to shake everyone’s hands at the end! The last time I was a close family member at a funeral was my step mum’s, I was 12 and just wore what my mother had given me. So, dear readers, I need yourI help. Which of the following outfits is most suitable to wear for my grandpa’s funeral?

Exhibit A:

black dress

Or exhibit B:

black clothes

(Sorry, that photo is terrible! I hope you can work out what it’s meant to show anyway… basically it’s a long black skirt with a black, three-quarter sleeve blouse.)

I’m afraid the dress might be too casual, but the other outfit might be a bit too formal for a crematorium (the last time I wore that skirt was for an evening do!). Any comments appreciated!!

Channelling my inner Eddie Izzard…

Almost every comment on the post I wrote about my bee-day party requested a picture of the dress. With so much demand, I thought I’d better oblige, so here I am covered in bees:

I'm covered in beeees!
I’m covered in beeees!

I am aware that the above photo is next to useless for showing off the dress… let alone the pattern on it, so I took one of the dress without me in it just for you guys:

Bee dress, without filling
Bee dress, without filling

And here’s a close up so you can see the detail. Note the honeycomb pattern all over the dress. It’s pretty safe to say I am in love with this item of clothing:

Beeees (and honeycomb)
Beeees (and honeycomb)

And those of you who didn’t understand the Eddie Izzard/covered in bees reference need to watch this video right now!!

Primark comes to Karlsruhe

Primark opened in Karlsruhe on Thursday, and being basically an excitable teenager trapped in a 29-year-old body, I naturally went along on the very first day it was open. Being a weekday, I was obviously at work, but I had to go into town that evening anyway to pick up some bits for breakfast, so I decided to head to that end of Karlsruhe for a change. When I first got into Post Galerie, I actually ended up deciding to leave Primark for another day – people were queuing up just to get in the door! So I headed downstairs to Rossman instead and grabbed the bits I needed, then went to the Asian place next door and treated myself to a noodle box with mini spring rolls. Back upstairs, I saw that the queue had gone, so after standing myself in a corner by the lift to finish my tea, I headed inside Karlsruhe’s newest shop. It was very exciting, let me tell you! I wasn’t actually planning on buying anything, just looking around, but of course I gave in. I only purchased three items though. Here they are:

Primark purchases

A pair of tights, which cost me a grand total of €3. That’s THREE tiny little euros. The cheapest pair of winter tights I’ve seen in Karlsruhe ever!! I also got some fluffy foot attire, which Primark refers to as slipper socks although I would personally call them slippers, and finally, a scarf, which was the reason I gave in and decided to buy something after all, mainly because I was invited to a party the next evening and really wanted to own the scarf before then (the original plan was to makea note of what I liked and come back after payday). Here’s a close up of the pattern on the scarf. Sorry, the flash reflected back a bit, but the room was just too dark to do it without a flash.

It’s a scarf with foxes on! How on Earth could I possibly resist!

Actually, I thought I showed a great deal of willpower only buying those three things (and spending less than a tenner on those – something I never thought would be possible in Germany!). I have a whole list of things to go back for though, including another scarf – this time black with little white scotty dogs printerd on it, another pair of the slipper things in dark blue with stars on (they will match my dark blue starry pyjamas perfectly and only cost €1.50), possibly a black dress with tiny swans printed on it (I haven’t decided yet whether I like it), an owl teatowel that I spotted just dumped somwhere it wasn’t actually meant to be and also some Christmas wrapping paper. They had loads of gorgeous ones lined up by the counter and only €1.50 for a huge roll! And I didn’t even look in the homewear part (presumably where the owl was meant to live).

My feet all snuggly in their slippers

I felt right at home being in a Primark shop again, and I must have looked like a real wally wandering round with a grin on my face soaking up the atmosphere. I loved that the UK/IRL sizes were always listed first, and Primark must have flown in some experienced people for the opening because I heard several members of the security/shop-floor staff talking to each other in English, with Irish accents. Gotta love an Irish accent! Leaving the shop with my brown paper Primark bag, and seeing just how many other people were walking around town with them, I must admit I did feel like a bit of a sheep, but there are worse things than being a sheep (like not owning an amazing fox scarf :-))

Overexcited about owls

I know I’ve already posted once tonight, but Jan has an extra choir practice and there’s nobody here for me to share my excitement with so you’re just going to have to bear with me.

The DHL man has just been – the second time this week that they’ve managed to arrive late enough for me to be home from work. Could it be that they’ve finally realised normal people aren’t waiting around to receive packages every day between 10 am and 2 pm? – and with him, he brought this:

Naturally, I had to try it on straight away and… it fits! I think I may be in dress heaven! Now I just need to take it for an outing in public. I’ll have to give it a wash before then though – right now, for some reason, it absolutely reeks of furniture polish…

It’s Saturday, hip hip hooray

Actually Saturday is pretty much over at this point but the title was too good not to use. (OK, it wasn’t actually that good but I couldn’t think of a better one).

A friend of mine who used to be a language assistant with me has come back to Germany to do a second assistantship. This time she’s living in another town roughly 45 minutes away from Karlsruhe, but today she came into town so Jan and I went to see her. We went to Cafe Emaille for lunch then to Gelbe Seiten Cafe so that we could have coffee and I could pick up some books. I needed new ones to read on my daily journey to work and they have a bookcrossing zone there. Hooray for free books!

After coffee we headed to C&A so that Jan could buy me some clothes. (And before you start thinking I’m one of those girlfriends I should point out that normally I buy my own clothes, but this particular shopping trip was part of my birthday present. He doesn’t like to surprise me with clothes in case a) I don’t like them or b) they don’t fit, so instead I got a birthday card promising me a shopping trip at a later date).

Currently Jan is at his flat where he has to pick up a few things. But soon he’ll be coming over again so we can have dinner. Then we plan to spend the rest of the evening eating Ben & Jerry’s icecream and watching films. Not a bad Saturday I’m sure you’ll agree.

Confessing…

After blogging just the other day about how unfair it is that all the shops are having their summer sales and I have no money to buy anything I now have to make a confession.
Today I broke down and went and bought myself something.

It’s all the fault of Tally Weijl (Pleeease don’t ask me how to pronounce that. I have no idea. My German colleagues have no idea. The shop is Swiss, their language is weird.) Like all the other shops, Tally Weijl are currently having an end-of-summer sale, a fact that I only noticed today. As far as I’m concerend Tally Weijl sales are just plain amazing. The normal prices of their clothes are ridiculous. 19 euros for a T-shirt! Who in their right mine would pay that? But their sales are another story. I’ve seen clothes in Tally Weijl for 5 euros that started off being 30. Last year I bought a skirt from there that had originally been 20 euros. It’s long. It’s blue. It has bits gold bands around it with coloured embroidery and sequins and beads. I call it my gypsy skirt, because that’s what it reminds me of. My description probably makes it sound terrible, like a lurid whirl of colours all mashed together. But it’s really, really not. It’s beautiful. It may actually be my favourite item of clothing. And I found it in Tally Wijl last year reduced to 5 euros. I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. Then I took it to the counter and was told it had been reduced again… to 3 euros. In English money that would be 2 euros and 10 cents. Just over 2 euros for a gorgeous skirt! See, Tally Weihl sales are amazing! So when I saw the sale signs all over their windows today I just had to go in.

Now not all of Tally Weijl’s clothes are amazing. Some are just plain weird. Others I suspect I might have liked when I was 15, but these days I’m slightly too old for them. But then they have the odd item like me amazing skirt thrown in their to make it worth my while going in. Today I bought a blue and white tie die vest top with adjustable straps and a plain reddish orange top with three quarter length sleeves that will be perfect for work. Both items cost 3 euros. I think I can justify spending six euros (a little over 4 pounds) on a present for myself. And if it means spending slightly less on food this month, so what. It’s worth it to feel as happy as I do now.

In other news, the contract for my new internship has arrived. I just have to sign it and send it back then I will officially have a new job.
Life is looking pretty good right now.

Resisting the temptation to shop

It’s that time of year again. The time of the Sommerschlussverkauf, or translated into English “the summer’s end sale”. Yes, the shops are already selling off their summer clothing to make room the autumn range. As far as I’m concerned we are currently in the middle of summer. It’s July. July is summer. August is also summer. Therefore we are nowhere near summer’s end, but the shops it seems are in some kind of twighlight zone where it’s autumn already. Not really surprising… they also seem to think October is the right time to start selling advent calendars.

Usually I love sales. The summer’s end sale… the winter’s end sale… the random middle of the season let’s-get-rid-of-some-stock sale… fantastic the lot of them. But for the past year the word “sale” has been like a new and unique form of torture for me. I am a self-confessed shopaholic. I like to buy things. It’s fun, it cheers me up and I like stuff. Mainly I like to buy clothes and books. Right now I desperately need shoes. But for almost a year now I’ve been unable to do any shopping. I earn just about enough to pay the rent and eat. If I’m really careful I can save up enough to buy the occasional birthday present, but shopping for things for myself just isn’t possible. The last time I went on a proper shopping spree was last July. That’s a whole year ago! Since then I’ve resisted temptation, despite that fact that I work right in the middle of Karlsruhe’s main shopping street, in an office that’s next door to a shoe shop! But now it’s all getting to be a bit too much. I want to go shopping. I want to buy summer clothes before there aren’t any more left. I’m sick of baking to death in long sleeves and fur-lined boots while temperatures soar to 29, 30, 35 degrees. I’m sick of half of my socks having holes in and not being able to afford to replace them. I’m sick of walking past the shops every single day on my way home from work and seeing stuff in the windows that I really, really want to buy.

Roll on September. Hopefully by then I’ll have enough money to at least buy a pair of sandals… just in time for the cold and rain to start again.