I scored a tripod at a Canberra opshop at our last Helgastock, and I finally took myself out for a spin to try it out-it's pretty bloody awesome! I'd been making do with a mangy gorilla pod, which just wasn't quite cutting it. As I can't rely on having my personal photographer around whenever I am looking exceptionally splendid, a gal has to make do somehow, and this tripod makes it a lot easier. All I need now is a flash camera with a clicky thingy and I'll be ever so clever-pants, but I do actually have better things to spend my dollars on.
This 40's frock is too big and has been somewhat butchered in its past, but for a fiver at a theatre sale a few years back, who fecking cares?! I'd quite forgotten about it, but was feeling an urge for black and found it when rummaging through the small black section of my wardrobe. With a cropped 70s jacket, 30s bag and other modern odds and sods, I suspect my black urge has been satisfied for another year, especially now Spring is looking like springing upon us at any second!