Retro Dessert. Who Is Kiki? Part II. Manicure 2.0.
Weekends are wonderful. Not least because Mr K makes me coffee. I don't make coffee. I am the world's worst barista. My last effort would have made coffee Big M taste like triple espresso.
Long weekends are even better because it means I get coffee for three days instead of two. This was my breakfast on Sunday and Monday. I call it my Overweight American Cop Breakfast.
Don't worry about my arteries. These donuts were purchased when I stampeded to the supermarket during a blood sugar dip. A lapse in judgement that has been duly noted.
Don't you love the 'addicted' mugs? So true. So unapologetic.
I may be a carp* coffee maker, but apparently I do good dessert. For dinner at Mr K's parents place last night, I was fashionably vintage with a truly 70s trifle. Check out my totally authentic floral motif made with tinned peaches.
Do you know that a trifle has no natural ingredients at all? Every single one is processed. Nup, I don't care either.
Who is Kiki? Part II
I'm not really keen on posting pictures of myself on the Internet. I've heard of people commenting on bloggers sites, saying Mean things like 'You're ugly/have fat legs/are in love with yourself...' and other equally life affirming opinions they felt compelled to share. Of course, those beautiful sentiments can be easily deleted but I try to limit my exposure to noxious people, so the photos I share of myself will be mostly anonymous for now. Maybe I'll get braver in time.
First off, apologies for the rats nest masquerading as my hair. That's what happens when beauty takes a back seat to a speeding fine and car rego renewal that arrive in the same week.
To dinner last night I wore a dress I bought from Jetty Surf, of all places on earth, when it caught my eye walking past. I'm in love with ruffles and this dress has them on the front and back.
The clear cut glass necklace is from my favourite boutique in Carlisle St, Balaclava - e(L)iana Design. Melbourne girls should definitely pay a visit. The silver leather will-not-die-after-3-summers thongs are Witchery faithfuls. They are my Israelites Wandering in the Wilderness sandals. Naturally, you're dying to know what's on my nails, right? I know I lie awake at night deciding what to wear next... Well, I decided to amp up my existing mani (see previous post) with a couple of coats of Ulta3's Crazy. So this is the jellies all you Vogue girls have been talking about! Instant infatuation. It's completely Russia-behind-the-Iron-Curtain-stuck-in-the-80s and I love it!
xx Kiki
* Not a typo. Credited to LowSelfEsteem on VF - thanks for making me laugh out loud with that, hon! :)
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1 comments:
That's really not fair - putting up pictures of delectable trifle (which you know is my favourite) on your blog!
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