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I am a Game of Thrones fiend.

I watch episodes back to back, over and over. The gore, the dragons, the bitchiness, the boobs, the insanity of it all… it’s just fabulous. I’ve had very bizarre dreams about Jamie Lannister, I’ve tried (and failed) to wear my hair in intricate, Daenarys Targaryen style braids. I would seriously consider naming my first child Arya (can we just take a moment to appreciate what a badass she is?!). Like I said: obsessed.

There are some important lessons I have learned from my ludicrously self-indulgent GOT marathons. Here are some pearls of wisdom I’ve collected over the years. (Be warned: possible spoilers ahead [if you have been living under a rock since April 2011]!)

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It is totally possible for a girl to be a Knight. I especially love how Brienne of Tarth looks so ludicrously uncomfortable in a dress compared to her armour. She’s fierce, man.

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You will never have hair like Daenerys Targaryn or Margaery Tyrell. Why? Because they have actual hand maidens to twirl their locks into elaborate styles every day, and I have a cat that drinks out of the toilet. (You may want to consider hiring a handmaiden if you’re after the same effect. Anyone know of a hand maiden agency this far south of The Wall?)

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Falling out of windows is a great way to discover your hitherto unforeseen magical powers. Bran took a tumble from the top of a tower, went into a coma and awoke to find out he’s a wizard (basically). Enough said.

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It IS possible for a King to fall in love with a grotty war wench. … before they are both murdered at what would have to have been the most awkward family gathering since Greg took Pam home to Meet The Parents.

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Don’t go boar hunting if you’ve been drinking wine. This was a lesson learned early on in the saga, but one which will resonate  through us for ages to come. It’s precisely what got us into this whole mess in the first place.

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Dragons make totally rad pets. I’m with Daenarys and Hagrid on this one – it seems that with the right love and attention, dragons make better pets than bunny rabbits or fish. Plus they look about a zillion times cooler sitting on your shoulder than budgerigars.

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The bad guy’s uppance will always come. We all know. We all cheered. … the little fuck.

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You’ve got a stronger stomach than you think. The gore! Man, I haven’t seen so much mutilating of body parts since the Saw franchise. I never thought I’d be able to hack seeing a man’s skull crushed to pieces by someone’s bare hands, but there you go.

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Your boobs really aren’t that weird. I’ve seen more boobs since watching Game of Thrones than I ever have in my entire life, and I’ll tell you what – now I really know what they mean when they say we come in all different shapes and sizes.

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If you play the Game of Thrones, you win or you die. There hasn’t been all that much winning going on, to be honest, Cersei – let’s leave it to the pros, shall we?

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Winter is coming, 

MJ x

Image creds: Forbes, Money After Graduation, Geek Binge, Cripples, Bastards And Broken Things, Creative Cow, Swords Swords And Sticks, Tentacl, Entertainment Wise, Da Couch TomatoFanpop

 

Hi beauties!

As some of you may know from following me along on Twitter or Instagram, I have been *trying* to record and upload makeup tutorials onto Youtube for the past three weeks. After hours and hours of frustration and failed, corrupted, hopeless file formats, I caved. In the end, I gave up on my hopeless iSight camera and bought myself a lovely new Sony camcorder.

As a result, today I successfully filmed, edited and uploaded my first ever haul video to my YouTube channel!

It would mean so much to me if you jumped over to YouTube and gave the vid a thumbs up, or even leave a comment and let me know what you think!

Lots of love,

MJ x 

Week three of the 52 Week Makeup Challenge ALMOST caught me off guard – almost! I threw this look together on Saturday morning before Boyfriend and I ventured into the city for a spot of shopping and cheese toasties.

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The first thing I thought of when I read ‘sexy seduction’ was the latest copy of Zoo Magazine we have tucked under our dining room table. The Zoo girls are typically done up in dark smokey or silvery eyes and pale lips – so I decided to run with the same sort of look!

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  • L’Oreal True Match Foundation in Creamy Beige
  • Crownbrush 10 Concealer palette (under eyes, blemishes, contour base)
  • Natio Transculcent Powder
  • Natio Sunswept Bronzer (contour)
  • Rimmel Scanadleyes Eyeshadow Stick in Guilty Grey (eye base in outer corner/crease)
  • Crownbrush 88 Shimmer palette
  • Inglot Eyeshadow in 397
  • Rimmel Glameyes Liquid Liner
  • Rimmel Lash Accelerator Endless Mascara
  • ModelsPrefer Infinite Colour Lip Liner in Always Nude
  • TBN Lipgloss (pale beige, colour not specified)

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I’m really sorry about the quality of the photos – I know they’re not the best. I was in a MAJOR rush to get out the door on Saturday – because I was attending my first ever murder mystery party! Best of all, it was Alice in Wonderland themed – so we had a Mad Hatter’s Tea Party, complete with teapots, Eat Me and Drink Me treats, tarts and of course, a healthy splash of champagne!

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I was asked to play Dinah, Alice’s little cat from the beginning of the Disney animation. I didn’t think it was too bad for a first attempt!

afterlightWhew! I don’t think I’ve ever published a post with so many photos! It was a wonderful night with a group of fabulous ladies. (In case you were wondering, the King killed the Knave – he poisoned one of the Queens tarts!)

What did you get up to on the weekend? 

MJ x 

 

29 Jul 2014

This series used to be titled ‘Browser Babe’, but I just wasn’t feeling it anymore. So – welcome to Netfix! I know that link round ups are generally posted at the end of their the week or the month, but I find that a) I keep missing the deadlines and b) I don’t usually want to wait to share the awesome stuff I’ve found with you guys!

So – make yourself a tea or coffee, pull up a chair and peruse the best of the net with me …

  • Chocolate that not only looks and tastes delicious, but is also actually beneficial for your health? Yes, please! Made With Raw Love is also a great love story – my babes over at Eatable went to find out more
  • I love reading Blogcademy recaps after new classes finish. Cassy Fry wrote this one, and puts a really interesting spin on the experiences she had. Jessica of Fierce in the City has some gorgeous imagery in hers, too!
  • Lady Burke’s knee jerk reaction to heartbreak was similar to mine – and I love her attitude about it
  • I NEED this hot pink skirt from Pho Sizzle Threads in my life. (Side note: how much of a babe is Kobi Jae?!)

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  • Change your life with your password. (I’m not kidding – I actually teared up at the end of this article. I’m pathetic.)
  • Cats and dogs relaxing. Thanks Amber!
  • I’ve been on a major soup bender this winter, and I can’t wait to try Pearl’s minestrone soup recipie. Yum!
  • This one’s for my blogger babes: Indigo is writing a series called In My Toolbox, sharing her favourite WordPress plugins. There’s some really good info here – check it out!
  • Lisa wrote about living with acne and loving your own face
  • I am all about homemade beauty goodies, and Lisa has this wickedly simple, delicious recipie for a vanilla and coconut body scrub!
  • I recently discovered Kitty Cavalier, and have been pretty much obsessed with her for the last week or so. And with a blog titled ‘seduction is a spiritual practise’, can you blame me?!

“The thing to know about a sacred seductress is this:  there is no part of herself that she does not own.  For all you Harry Potter nerds out there, (Like me. Sorry but I have to) like the Sword of Gryffindor, she only takes in that which makes her stronger.  When we try stuff down or hide our shy side, it initiates the exact thing we are trying to avoid: we feel even more awkward.  What must be done in order to integrate the introvert? We must welcome her to the table, set out a place just for her, and prepare a feast.  We must choose to love her, rather than fight her.  In doing so, she transforms from being the awkward insecure teenager to the stuff of seduction legend: a sly, teasing coquette.”

  • Strange and Charmed has us geeks covered
  • Anastasia has spoken out about her battle with disordered eating. It’s wonderfully written, bravely engaging and highly emotive.  Some of the comments are just as good, too!

Well, there you are my lovelies! Hope those goodies are enough to tide you over on this sleepy Tuesday!

MJ x 

 

Karen Ay

Tinky was putting the finishing touches on her outfit for Talullah’s gallery opening when her doorbell rang. She glanced at herself one last time in the hall mirror, adjusting her precariously placed peacock feather fascinator with a flourish, and pulled open the front door.
“Hello, beautiful!” Tinky greeted Talullah with a kiss on the cheek.
“Holy crap, Tinky, you look unbelievable!” Talullah gushed. She was always amazed at how Tinky managed to pull off the most outrageous outfits.
Tinky did a little twirl in the hall. She’d chosen a black-and-white zebra print dress with a full skirt, that featured black tulle visible from underneath the hem. She’d cinched the waist with a dazzling bright blue belt and added a huge peacock-inspired fascinator, topping off the whole look with her signature gold glitter heels. She looked amazing.
“Jeez, Tink, you look like – like – some sort of safari goddess on acid, or something,” Talullah noted, gazing at her with equal measures of bewilderment and admiration. Tinky laughed.
“You look gorgeous, Lu. Where’s that dress from? I haven’t seen it before.”
Talullah was wearing a strapless tea-party-style dress made from pastel blue lace. The sweetheart neckline and absence of a cardigan showed off her double-arm sleeve tattoos beautifully. As always, she’d arranged flowers in her hair – tiny white baby’s breath buds – and had chosen a pair of white vintage heels that featured perfect, dainty little knots of white leather on the toes. She’d also bought herself a new gold locket, after having snapped the one that Nico had given her in two in her ill-fitting rage. She liked the new one better, anyway.
Talullah grinned shiftily.
“Well… after you left the other day, I kind of went shopping. Retail therapy, you know?”
“More like ‘hangover cure’,” Tinky teased, punching Lu on the arm. “Come on, we’d better get moving if we’re picking up Bonnie as well.”

Bonita was gazing at herself unenthusiastically in the mirror. She hated getting dressed up. It was a shame, too, because she owned a massive wardrobe of fabulous gear – she’d had to start investing in some key pieces when she started work at the station, as she was expected to attend all the office parties and functions.
Bonita had chosen a black shift dress with t-shirt sleeves that was encrusted with tiny olive-gold studs. It weighed a tonne, but it looked amazing – the overall effect – when paired with opaque black tights and combat boots – was quite industrial, and very, very cool. She added a thin black headband that featured a pair of small gold leather cat ears, and a coat of matte black lipstick.
She heard a horn blaring and went to the window, sticking her head out to see the road below. She could just make out Tinky and Talullah waving frantically from the back seat of the cab. She waved back, drawing her head inside. She went over to kiss Patrick on the top of the head, leaving a faintly black lip-shaped mark, grabbed her purse (an Alexander McQueen black leather clutch) and snapped the door shut behind her.
“You – look – amazing!” Tinky screeched as Bonita slid into the back seat of the cab. “AMAZING.” Ever the drama queen, Tinky cupped her hands to her own cheeks, gazing in marvel at her friend. “Very army-goth—meets-Sass-and-Bide. I love it.”
“Hey ladies,” Bonita drawled, kissing Talullah, sandwiched in the middle seat, on the cheek. “So – where are we headed?”
“The gallery is right near the Harbour, in Balmain,” Talullah replied, as Tinky checked her lipstick in the reflection of her phone screen. “A big old converted warehouse, I think.”
“Of course,” Bonita replied, grinning. “Original.”
“Bonnie,” Talullah admonished, “just try and – and don’t know – be nice. Okay?”
“I’m always nice! Bonita said indignantly. Tinky giggled.
“Yes, Bonnie, darling,” she said, reaching over to pat Bonita on the knee, “but you’re ‘nice’ is kind of like other people’s – oh I don’t know …”
“Feisty and intimidating?” Talullah suggested. Tinky and Talullah laughed. Bonita grinned in spite of herself.
“I’ll give you ‘feisty and intimidating’,” she replied, poking Talullah in the ribs.  They giggled and teased each other all the way to the gallery. Upon arriving, Tinky handed the cab driver a fifty dollar note, blew him a kiss, and she, Talullah and Bonita clambered inelegantly out of the car.
“Right,” said Tinky, after much fussing and straightening of her hairpiece, “… where are we?”
“I think we go this way,” said Talullah pointing down the street, her face illuminated by the map she’d bought up on her phone screen.
The girls walked on for a few minutes, their chatter drowning out the clicking of Talullah and Tinky’s heels and the soft thudding of Bonita’s combat boots. The sound of laughing, music and clinking glasses grew louder the closer they grew to the gallery space. They eventually arrived at the door – a massive, heavy, wrought iron tangle on hinges – and Talullah handed over her media pass and the girls tickets. They hurried inside, eager to get out of the biting cold, and stopped to take in the surroundings.
The space was huge, and filled with an extraordinary assortment of people. The several layers of paint on the walls were peeling away, revealing exposed brick in some places. Somebody had restored the exposed wooden beams in the ceiling – they were highly polished, connected by glossy black metal brackets. From the beams, long, thin sheets of white silk-like material cascaded, pooling on the floor like frozen gossamer waterfalls. Various artworks were stood upon easels against the fabric, or strung, suspended above the painted-and-polished cement flooring, from wire cables. The art itself was abstract and highly colourful – Talullah had the impression of falling face first into a paintball gun.
Talullah turned to the two others, her face shining.
“This is amazing!”
“Booze,” declared Bonita, pointing at the bar on the far side of the room. The bar appeared to be a long trestle table, covered in the same white, sheer fabric that hung from the ceiling. Fairy lights cascaded down behind it, strung from the exposed beams in the cavern above like some of the neighbouring artwork. Two bored-looking, pockmarked teenagers stood in matching black tie, watching people go by with disinterest.
As Talullah, Bonita an Tinky walked up to them, their mouths dropped identically into perfectly formed, comical ‘o’s.
“One white wine, one vodka sunrise and one gin and tonic, please, sweetheart,” stated Tinky, winking at the taller of the two. He jumped and bent to whip out two glass tumblers and champagne flute.
“Nice,” Bonita said appreciatively to Tinky. “You’ve really got that down pat.”
“‘Pleasure,” Tinky replied, taking her drink and clinking glasses with Bonita. The girls moved away from the bar, oblivious to the stares of the two young barmen as they walked away.
“The art’s fabulous,” Tinky noted, gazing at a painting hanging nearby. “It’s so bright!”
“It looks like a unicorn threw up on a canvas,” Bonita replied. Talullah thought Bonita had a point. Lashings of bright pink, purple, teal and yellow paint in varying shades splattered over every inch of white space.
“Bonita!”
“What?” Bonita shrugged. “I didn’t say I don’t like it.”
“Thank God for that,” chuckled someone amusedly behind them. The girls turned to find a very tall, very handsome man behind them. He looked to be in his mid-thirties, with a long dark ponytail and giant fishhook skewered through his left ear. “I’d hate to read the papers tomorrow morning only to find everyone in Sydney thought my work looked like unicorn vomit.”
Tinky snorted half her vodka sunrise up her nose as Bonita baulked for a millisecond.
“I wasn’t- I didn’t mean-”
“No, no,” the man interrupted, raising both his glass and his eyebrows in a kind of reticent toast. “I appreciate the candid criticism. I do also, however, sincerely hope that you don’t work for the Morning Herald.”
“She’s not a reporter,” Talullah laughed, as Marcus turned to smile at her. Bonita flushed, as Talullah continued, “but I am. I’d love to have a chat to you about your latest collection, I write an ‘arts and culture’ column for a local…”
Talullah and Marcus turned and gravitated over to a nearby canvas, which was splattered with neon green and acid yellow paint.
Bonita sighed, and downed the last of her gin and tonic.
Tinky laughed.
“Oh, come on, Bonnie,” she said, grabbing Bonita’s arm and steering her around, “let’s grab another drink. The unicorn vomit can wait another fifteen minutes.”

Image creds: Le Blog