That’s Stella

Yesterday my business cards arrived! My first ever business cards! Reception knew how much I was anticipating them and delivered the boxes to my desk as soon as they arrived. They’re so shiny and pretty!

Anyway… besides all the massive alcohol consumption and freebies to shows and movies and crazy busy social life and invitations to vip parties and working with cool people and being surrounded by art and creativity, one of my favourite FAVOURITE favourite favourite favourite things ever about working in my industry is the freedom of creative expression through what you wear!

Since working in this industry, I’ve adopted the attitude of

“I’ll wear whatever I want because I can pull it off because I’m in advertising”

I know, it sounds a little pompous, but if I can get away with being a little more daring with my outfits, well hell! I’d be stupid to miss the opportunity.

Of course this doesn’t apply to every advertising agency, and being a suit, usually in a more corporate agency, I’d be expected to well… wear a suit. But I couldn’t think of anything more boring.

I get so excited about what I’m going to wear to work everyday that I plan it the night before. Often I’m driving home from work and in my head I’m putting outfits together and thinking back to what is a has been in my wardrobe and deciding if I can bring it out of the scary depths of my closet. And if I think it matches a little too well, then I come to the conclusion that I haven’t tried hard enough and throw in something off kilter to make my concoction a little more different.

I have 5 pairs of flat pointy shoes in different colours from the same designer and I often think about wearing mismatching shoes. But I’m not sure if I can really pull it off…

One of my boyfriends gave me a pink parachute figurine man and I was so impressed with my little pressie, I put a silver chain through the figurines arms and wore it to work around my neck.

I wear lego pieces to work and aprons and home made tshirts. I am loving work wear so much that I’ve started dipping into it for weekend wear.

Tomorrow? I’m doing a little tartan number, orange tartan boob tube, a black bubble skirt, red pointy shoes and electric blue beads. Joy.

Whilst we’re on the topic of what I love about my job… one of the coolest things EVER is that we’re encouraged to watch tv, listen to music and read as many trashy magazines as we want! In highschool I use to get lectures from mum and dad “Don’t watch too much TV” or “Don’t waste your money on magazines” and yada yada. Well NOW it’s part of my job! To know what’s happening in the world and what people are advertising and what interests people. I LURVEEEEEEEEEEE my job.

Ha! This site is a scream! You upload your photo and their technical goobalacky face recognising software matches it to celebrities! Too funny! I did a few photos and Kelly Hu, Mandy Moore and Selma Blair kept popping up.

I have had the seediest week ever. I mean… it’s been pretty bad. Drinking every night. Embarassing stories. A week of instant gratification. And jumping way over the boundary of social comfortableness I draw with my friends. After I came home last night, all I wanted to do was have a shower and watch cartoons. I mean, I’m not saying it hasn’t been fun. I haven’t laughed so much in my life. At one point, I fell off a stool because I had this painful stomach cramp from laughing so much and laughing is just like crying. The more you try to resist, the harder it is to stop. I have a few nasty bruises. My head is in a daze. And I need a rest.

I’ve liked this guy for awhile. I know that in every blog it must sound like I fancy a million guys, but out of all my little crushes, TheWriter is the one I like the most, the one I can see as my perfect and the one who is the most unattainable and unavailable. So he’s just been in the back of my mind for the past few months.

You know those days where you find a $5 note on the street or find out that $120 blouse is actually on special for $50 or get a free parking spot in the cbd right outside the mall strip? It kinda felt like that when TheWriter asked me out for drinks. I actually hesitated going, only because I knew it would be unfair of me to go out with him under the disguise of just friendly drinks, when really in the back of my mind, I would want a lot more.
But I went.
I tried to keep it classy and professional, but he was paying for everything and within a couple hours we were both trashed. We kept asking each other the silliest questions just so we could make sexual innuendos and get into some innecessary touching.

“Oh I like that print on your shirt. The material is pretty. Can I feel it?”
*cue in fondling of his chest and nipples here*

“Hrmm you smell really nice. What are you wearing?”
*cue in 10 minute necking session here*

Oh gosh. It was bloody awful. Everytime he spoke all I remember doing was looking at his lips and not really paying attention. I thought how sweet it would be to make out in the back seat of his car. And I started thinking how badly I would feel if we did end up together by the end of the night. And the conclusion was REALLY badly. So bad I couldn’t forgive myself. I let out the SOS message to my friend Ryan and he ended up fetching me from the bar.

When I saw TheWriter a couple days later I couldn’t look him in the eye. Four days later things are back to normal between us. I am still thinking about him. And it’s like it never happened.

I got the chop!

Admittedly after watching The Devil Wears Prada a few weeks ago, going back to the fringe has been on my mind. So I booked an appointment with my hairdresser and thought I’d leave it up to him. I have a secret love affair with my hairdresser. I’ve been going to him for nearly two years and he’s never let me down.

So I told him I wanted to look hot. And without consulting me, he started snipping away. And I’m kinda glad he didn’t tell me what he was doing, because any mention of the word “bob” and I would’ve dissappeared faster than you could say abracadabra. But, I am in love with my new do! He gave me a semi bob with this awesome straight sexy fringe that sits just below my eyebrows. I LOVE IT!

Since I was 15 I’ve always had some sort of fringe. I feel exposed without one, and this full fringe just lets me hide from the world even more hehe…

I had dinner with one of my besties that night and he said “It’s not that your hair didn’t look good before, but… it’s just that…if you weren’t my best friend I’m pretty sure I would be hitting on you”.

Now if that isn’t the sweetest thing!

I must admit after that comment, the only thing on my mind was how I could get a hold of that boy I kissed or my latest crush and see if my fringe could work any magic. But booo hooo! It was not meant to be! After dinner we did go to the HB Bar (the original scene of the kiss) and I thought there was a good chance he’d be there, but no luck. I’m kinda glad because despite how much I love the HB Bar, the crowd last night was yucky. The usually friendly indie / mod kids were taken over by rude snobby Claremont chicks and their pretentious boyfriends in suits. *spew*

Last weekend I bumped into two boy friends (they’re best friends) I hadn’t seen for nearly a year. I don’t know why we hadn’t seen each other for so long… Anyway we spent the whole long weekend together hanging out. What started as a coffee, turned into 2 whole days of fun, spending time at the foreshore, hanging out at the beach, causing a bit of mischief, laughing so hard my belly hurt, taking silly shots and sitting on the cafe strip in leeds people watching and reading trashy magazines and having d&m. I’ve never had those feelings for them, which is probably why it was so easy to hang out with them and be myself and talk so openly. But now… I can’t help but think about them. I mean, firstly… they are REALLY easy on the eyes. And I DO find them attractive. And secondly… we get along REALLY well. We mesh. Why WOULDN’T I like them??

Sure… I like one more than the other… but we’ll see what happens.

After working at the agency for three months… I got a promotion!

So… I am treating myself to a trip back home to New York.

(and thinking about going to Iceland on the way home)

Sweet