tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12426974663753463222024-03-14T14:06:44.120+10:00Take Off My DressA girl in the world. Fashion, Friends and Frivolities!Lexi Wittkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12643716007014644991noreply@blogger.comBlogger192125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242697466375346322.post-77625894037281955772015-12-28T21:41:00.000+10:002015-12-28T21:41:01.688+10:00Success<div style="text-align: center;">
Success, such a small word that holds so much weight, looks different to each person and can so often feel completely unattainable. </div>
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If you're anything like me you probably criticize your life decisions and absorb others opinions to decide if you have indeed succeeded in life or not, but in truth, everyone else's opinion is null and void. The only person who's opinion should matter to you, is your own. </div>
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While I was running my business some of the biggest naysayers or <strong>"haters"</strong> were those closest to me.</div>
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<em>"Oh Lex, why don't you go get a real job, and make some real money". </em></div>
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<em>"She's such a bludger, she's just doing it to get out of a working for a living". </em></div>
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<em>"It'll never go anywhere, why can't she get her head out of the clouds".</em> </div>
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And yet here I am, now with said real job, now making decent money, with a new car and financial stability and I've never felt less successful in my life. To me, being successful is more than having spare money in my bank to blow on disposable crap I don't actually need. To me, success is a feeling you get when you give your all to something you're passionate about. Success is going to bed exhausted because you worked your heart and soul into something you genuinely believe in. Success is being able to say "I did this" and knowing what you've done is more than just gone to work and made money for someone else, but this is just my definition of success, as I said, it looks different to everyone. </div>
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This is by no means an attack on my job, in fact I love my job, but it just doesn't fill me the way my old business did. </div>
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When we open the doors in the morning, I'm ready for the day, but I don't feel the rush as I once did when I stepped on stage to open a show. </div>
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When my first customer walks in, I don't get the chills I used to get when I'd see someone point and smile in the crowd to one of my pieces. </div>
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When all hell is breaking loose on the sales floor it doesn't pump me full of adrenaline the way the frenzy of back stage used to, and when I sell a piece of clothing on the sales floor, it doesn't overwhelm me with joy like it did when I sold a piece of my own label. </div>
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I have no regrets about taking time away from my label, but I do regret not blocking out the negativity of others while I was working on the label. I achieved so much off my own back and shrugging off all I did as a failure is an insult to the countless hours, heart, soul, tears and love I put into it. It's irrelevant what others said about me because I was in love with my life, hard as it was, I lived and breathed my passion and that was and always will be a success.</div>
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We all need to learn to block out those who criticize without constructive feedback, those who poo poo creative ideas without seeking innovation, and those who judge you without getting to know you. Listening to those people breeds failure. But your success can be built from failures, those times that someone tells you; you're a dreamer, you're crazy, you're clueless, learn from those people and prove them wrong. </div>
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Just because your success looks different to theirs, doesn't mean it's not a success to you.</div>
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It's been such a long time since I've put words to web, yet it feels just like home as I sit in my oversized man tee and type this out. So much has happened since my last post in March, when I thought I wanted to write food reviews around Brisbane (clearly by the absence of posts, this didn't last long). I'm still a massive food lover and purveyor of the new and exciting food spots around Brisbane and beyond, but I just wasn't in love with it, so my passion faded quickly despite my belly staying full. </div>
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In fact passion is why I find myself here, despite the fact that I haven't blogged in such a long time, my love for writing actually hasn't faded. I've stayed true to literature, I just haven't stayed true to the blogosphere. </div>
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This year has been such a massive one of growth and personal development, of working out who I am, where I fit in this crazy world and what I want to do to change it. I've experienced some pretty serious hard truths, I've stood up for myself and walked away from things not meant for me. I've travelled to the other side of the globe to see what the world has to offer and I've hit the reset button on projects and goals that I expected to have achieved by now. I've learnt that I'm an incredibly harsh critic of myself and that it is possible to be both exhausted and bored at the same time. I've felt tremendous loss, and dizzying excitement, I've felt happiness that made me cry and anger so furious I could barely breathe, but through all of this I've learnt new things. New ways to adapt to life and new lessons that will help to guide me to better decisions as I grow. I've experienced awe at the world around us, at the achievements of man and been humbled by the greatness of others. I've experienced gratefulness in bounds as this year I was able to see and achieve things I never could have dreamed and I will most certainly remember 2015 as a year of wonder. I've found solace in unexpected places and found endless love in the hearts of my family and friends. I've found I still have a passion for creativity and I've found that no matter how busy I get, my love of writing, sketching and designing are enduring.</div>
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My passion has never faded for the written word and this year I've rekindled my love of books, I've delved into literature like never before, and appreciated both the hard and the easy reads. I've learnt to read a few books at a time, and I'm currently reading three different books, each to suit a different mood. I've kept a note book and whilst over seas wrote several passages about the world around me when I felt inspired.</div>
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I've found my love of design return to me, with no pressure of ensuring my work sells and is commercially viable I've been free to simply design for myself creating pieces with real love, care and attention to detail. </div>
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I've found time for myself, I've enjoyed the peace that comes from being alone with no agenda and I've finally learnt to enjoy things in the moment. Mindfulness is an art form, and one that needs to be practised often.</div>
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I'm still most certainly a planner but I'm learning to try to not block myself into goals, to understand that life has a natural flow and sometimes it's best to just trust it and let it lead you. If you work hard at whatever you do, you will find success even if it looks different to what you imagined.</div>
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This post has been extremely self indulgent and I've used the word "I" a lot, but something else I've learnt this year, is that it's your life, you are one of 7.3 billion people, so let your life be about you and not about everyone around you. </div>
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<strong><em>We need more self love in this world and less self loathing and it's up to you, to love you.</em></strong> </div>
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May you have a wonderful weekend, a Merry Christmas and a prosperous New Year.</div>
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As is our monthly tradition, my gal pals and I grouped together for a brunching last Sunday and we decided to try out Artie and Mai in Albion. The bustling spot boasts an incredibly diverse breakfast menu with your classic bacon and egg dishes covered, as well as a few outside of the box options, think fruity breakfast panna cottas and candied bacon ice-cream. With the smell of freshly ground Bellaroma coffee brewing, and an atmosphere buzzing with friendly foodies it's understandable why this place was filled to the brim early Sunday morning. The rustic venue also caters to private dining areas for groups and is fully licensed with an evening menu that serves up fresh produce and classic flavours in a share all sort of way. Whether you're hunting for a relaxed date night venue or a hearty weekend breakfast, the crew at Artie and Mai have your culinary desires catered for.</div>
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Brisbane is quickly becoming the new place to eat, with new bars and restaurants popping up on a weekly basis. I love the variety we now have, even out in the suburbs! Now usually Chermside Westfield isn't the sort of place I'd pick for a swanky lunch date but after noticing a new place opening in the restaurant quarters along the main road I decided to give it a go!<br />
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Provenance has taken the old Gilhooleys and created a whole new level of Westfield dining. Following in the footsteps of Garden City and Indooroopilly, suburban shopping centre dining is starting to turn up the heat. The layout is the same as the old pub, however the new décor, friendly staff and tasty menu makes it hardly recognisable. </div>
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Mum and I decided on a few light lunch items, however I am keen to go back and try more given the huge range of their menu! We had the freshly baked prawn and rocket pizza and the Queensland calamari, both super fresh and full of flavour. Each day they offer something new to entice the crowds along, Wednesday's being a vino and pasta combo for $20, which, had I have been hungrier would have gone down a treat! They even offer options that are gluten, vegan and paleo friendly, and are open everyday for breakfast, lunch and dinner. <br />
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A big well done to the team who put this place together and I really hope they stick around, if you haven't checked Provenance out yet go and have a tasty bite to eat and a sneaky wine or beer as they have a huge selection available, or if breakfast is your thing (I'm considering doing this tomorrow) give their almond milk smoothies and zucchini fritters a try! </div>
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A fine Sunday afternoon after a very wet week calls for a stroll around a park and some tasty treats, so yesterday my hungry gal pals and I checked out the Downey Park Food Trucks for the first time.</div>
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Six trucks with an assortment of fine foods gathered in the car park to give the North Side of Brisbane a hearty afternoon of foodie goodness. We attempted to eat our way through as many of the food options as possible and I have to say a BIG thank you to the hard working food truckers that came out to feed the hungry mob that congregated from 4pm-7pm! <br />
We started off with an oven baked pizza from Fire n Dough, opting for the sweet potato pizza; a wood fired thin crust dough accompanied caramelised sweet potato and fresh rosemary, in other words, a carby world of heaven! </div>
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Lastly on the main meal menu we checked out How We Roll, I'm afraid to say these guys just weren't on their game last night and after a half an hour wait, these little rolls just didn't fill the gaping holes in our hungry tummies. Perhaps they were just short staffed and I hope they have a better go next time, as their menu looked delicious! </div>
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Lexi Wittkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12643716007014644991noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242697466375346322.post-27249954760893358142015-01-12T22:27:00.000+10:002015-01-12T22:27:02.751+10:00What I would say to a younger me<div style="text-align: center;">
Last night I wrote about the importance of having <em>me time,</em> in essence, time to just enjoy being in the present moment, without pressure or worry of the future or of the past. Tonight however I can't help but reflect on my past. I would never feel compelled to change anything in my past, besides the fact that the past is irreversible, I know that everything I've done and said in my past has led me to be the person I am today, and I'm quite alright with that.</div>
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As a kid I went through some tricky stages growing up, my family dynamic, my upbringing, my personality and the way I looked all affected me as I grew up and worked out who I actually was, it wasn't always an easy ride and if I could go back in time, I'd simply want to offer a should to cry on and a few encouraging words along the way.</div>
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If I could travel back and visit myself in different stages, this is how it would go.</div>
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11 Year Old Lexi</div>
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"Get the braces as soon as possible, they won't be on for long but they will change everything for you, also ignore what you hear the girls in the bathroom say, worse things will be said about you in the future, but they won't mean a thing either."</div>
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12 Year Old Lexi (Grade 8)</div>
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"Don't feel like you have to trade your brain for beauty or popularity, this is high school and what goes on here will make very little impact on your life post graduation, also, spend more time with the ginger girl and the quiet blonde, they are two of the best people you'll ever know."</div>
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13 Year Old Lexi (Grade 9)</div>
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"The pink eye shadow is a bad choice, and the company you are keeping is too, flick both as soon as possible! You'll experience some pretty intense girl shit in this time, hanging out with the boys is a good choice but just keep your cards close to your chest and work hard in your classes."</div>
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14 Year Old Lexi (Grade 10)</div>
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"You're not going to die alone, so one silly girl found a guy that likes her, you're 14 for crying out loud! You do not need to compare your life to others, you just have to be ok with the decisions YOU make!"</div>
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15 Year Old Lexi (Grade 11)</div>
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"You're starting to come in to your own now, this is good, I know it's scary but you're going to start to flourish, just stay true to yourself and talk to your mother! She's not the enemy, she's just trying to be your friend. Also, year 11 camp is fantastic, your dress for the Glad Bag Formal is killer!"</div>
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16 Year Old Lexi (Grade 12)</div>
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"He turns out to be a douche anyway, enjoy this time with your friends and stop fighting with your parents, they are actually amazing."</div>
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17 Year Old Lexi (First Year Out of School)</div>
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"Yes Landscape Architecture is a bad choice, yes it is ok to quit Uni and work for a year, no, that stupid boy you are dating is not you future husband, he's actually a giant rat and you should escape while you can."</div>
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(Toward the end of that year)</div>
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"Yes, well I told you so, I know it hurts, but I promise, if you go home and make up with your parents everything will be ok. Don't take his actions as a reflection on you, you are worth far more than he could ever dream of giving you and you will move past this. Self destruction is not a good idea."</div>
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"Uni is great, clubbing is fun, but maybe ease up on the boozing. Yes I know, you were one of the last ones to get to go, but sleep is actually fantastic too! Also, stop going to Uni drunk, your grades should be better than this."</div>
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"Loss is hard but you'll learn that it's a part of life, you need to make sure you are around for your family because they'll need you in this time. You are on track now with your studies and seem to be enjoying your classes keep it up, only one year after this and you'll have a degree!"</div>
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20 Year Old Lexi</div>
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"Congrats! You're a graduate, you've put in so much hard work you really should be proud, what a long way you've come! </div>
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I know it was a lot of work but just wait till you start working in the real world! </div>
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Yes sorry about that guy, and no this ones not any better, much worse but you'll learn a lot from this."</div>
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"The world seems to be your oyster but you can't help but fill it with drama hmmm? Only a few more years and you'll grow out of it. I'm proud of you for starting your own business, hold on kid, it's going to be one hell of a ride!"</div>
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"Oh you're feeling 22? Good, good! This is going to be an interesting year, you'll do a lot, you'll travel, you'll laugh and cry and question what you're doing. You'll wonder if you should pack it in and you'll start dreaming of plans to move to Sydney and start over, eventually you'll work out that isn't the answer and you'll come around. You'll have some crappy health stuff and it'll last for a few years on and off, but don't let it mess with you too much. This is a pretty intense year in terms of your work and your personal life fighting for supremacy and you'll question your self worth much more than you should. I'm afraid to say it gets worse before it gets better, but it does get better."</div>
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This one hurts, I'm sorry for what is coming, but eventually when the scars heal you'll be happier that it's over. Take comfort in your friends, your family and the kindness of strangers. This will be a year that you will finally be strong enough to walk away from something that was never meant for you. Grow and learn, evolve yourself into the person you want to be, not just someone's something. Work hard on the business as this is the year that really tests you. At times you'll feel as though you've achieved nothing at all and at times you'll be astonished with all you have created. Embrace this year of change, of pain and of growth. You are strong enough. </div>
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24 Year Old Lexi</div>
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This is it, the year you learn to let go, this is the year you give yourself a creative brake and allow yourself to live a simpler life. You'll start paying off your debts and seeing what life is like when you're not constantly stressed about the future. You'll know where your next pay cheque is coming from and you'll know when your bills will be coming out. This is a year of huge personal growth and you'll change and mature into a new version of yourself, more sure of what you want and need in life and out of the people around you. This means you'll have to get rid of a few along the way, letting go of people who don't care for you will be hard and you'll question your self worth, but don't worry, because the people who <em>really</em> matter stick around and you end up with some pretty great new additions too.</div>
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Now I'm here, 25, wow. </div>
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Life has taught me that you can't always have it your way, there will be give and take and you will be pushed to your ultimate braking point. You will always overcome any diversity you're faced with, and with each year you'll set yourself new goals and strive toward them.</div>
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Just don't forget what I told you yesterday, look back at the past to remember the lessons you've learnt and look forward to see new goals you want to achieve, but always live in the present moment, because you're here.</div>
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Lexi Wittkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12643716007014644991noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242697466375346322.post-77781985250956801262015-01-11T20:47:00.001+10:002015-01-11T20:51:16.220+10:00The Importance of Me Time<div style="text-align: center;">
In today's crazy world where we are constantly bombarded with advertising, constantly connected to social media and constantly plugged into this fast paced world of ours, sometimes you just need a little alone time.</div>
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Time to collate your thoughts without any pressure from outside sources.</div>
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No one asking you to work to a deadline, no one asking when you'll be ready to go, no one questioning your past actions and no pressure to be somewhere at an exact moment in time.</div>
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<em>Me time</em> is crucial to our survival and is different to all individuals.<br />
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For me, I love to go for a run, I plug in my Ipod and I just go, I don't think of anything in particular I just let all my thoughts wash over me. I find it a great way to solve any problems that I might have been thinking about and I use my <em>me time</em> as a way of recharging my personal batteries.</div>
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Some people take naps (I'm also a fan of the nap), some read books, some do their washing, whatever it is that works for you, just make sure you take the time to do it.</div>
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Our minds are beautiful, intricate and delicate beings and just as we take care of our bodies, we should take care of our minds and emotions too.<br />
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Watch a movie, draw, play sport, take yourself to the beach, what ever works for you, just make sure you take some time out to stop worrying about all the mistakes you've made in the past, don't stress over what will come from the week approaching, just allow yourself to revel in the moment and enjoy who you are at that very time in your life. <br />
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Lexi Wittkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12643716007014644991noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242697466375346322.post-8440859887545788452015-01-03T19:47:00.001+10:002015-01-03T19:54:14.741+10:00Future Beauty: 30 Years of Japanese Fashion<div style="text-align: center;">
On New Years Day, after a delicious breakfast in the CBD, my amazing man and I hit up GoMA to check out <a href="http://www.qagoma.qld.gov.au/exhibitions/current/futurebeauty" target="_blank">Future Beauty: 30 Years of Japanese Fashion.</a></div>
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I've been looking forward to it since I read an article way back in June outlining all the amazing Fashion Exhibitions set to hit Australia 2014 - 2015.</div>
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Future Beauty, curated by Akiko Fukai (Director of Kyoto Costume Institute) focusses on the movers and shakers that have transcended Japanese fashion onto the word stage over the past 30 years.</div>
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Prepare to have your mind blown as you wander through the creative minds of Issey Miyake, Rei Kawakubo, Yohji Yamamoto, Junya Watanabe just to name a few.</div>
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The installation of the exhibition takes you through four sections of influence, travelling from the shadows and darkness, through to the concept of flatness (and construction) through to tradition and innovation with a little touch of modern quirky greatness to top it all off. </div>
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Each arena explains how the concept was formed, how it influenced the movement of fashion at the time and how the designers involved were impacted by the work they were creating, with many designers growing through certain labels and branching off to explore their own tastes and desires under their own labels.</div>
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What I love so much about Japanese fashion is that it feels as though it is more creatively free than the traditional European houses. Unlike your Balenciaga's, Dior's and Chanel's of the fashion world, the designers making waves in Japan are unbound by traditionalism. There is no need to stay within parameters and boxes to fit a particular aesthetic, the concepts can be wild and ground braking because they are so focused on becoming different to what the world has previously expected. </div>
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Most memorably for me this can be demonstrated in pieces such as the honeycomb garments by Hiroaki Ohya, created with paper</div>
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This is not to say that Japanese fashion isn't still influenced by its rich history, but that it is adapted to fit a modern scene, as demonstrated in this beautiful dress by Yohji Yamamoto, featuring a traditional chrysanthemum motif.</div>
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Whether you are a lover of simplistic modernism, innovative technologically advanced fashion, Kawaii fashion or you are just looking to see something new and exciting, get yourself down to GoMA and check out Future Beauty. It is like a shot of Saki for your senses.</div>
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2014 was a big year for me. </div>
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I let go of so much negativity and embraced a whole lot of happiness and positivity. </div>
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I made new friends, expanded my mind, worked towards and achieved new goals and let go of a few poisonous people along the way.</div>
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On January first 2014 I decided to keep a happiness jar, a reflective method of ensuring that at the end of each day I could find something beautiful about my world and something that I felt grateful for and that made me smile. </div>
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2014 was a year of exponential growth for me. </div>
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I let go of relationships that no longer served me with happiness and I embraced new ones that filled my heart with love. </div>
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I watched my niece grow.</div>
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I ran in a charity run and raised money for Cancer research.</div>
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When I look back at all the little notes scattered across my lap, one thing remains constant, the theme that seems to pop up the most is love. Love for my boyfriend, love for my beautiful friends, love of my job and love for my family. The people in my life are the source of so much of my happiness.</div>
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"Caught up with TJ and Flick at the new Kwan Brothers! So much delicious food and with great people" </div>
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"Good Friday! We had a big get together for Dads birthday and Easter. It was great to have everyone together!" </div>
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"Night out with my girls! Had a slight delay when I locked my keys in my car but at least I now have RACQ hahaha!." </div>
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"Spent an amazing day with Ash and we decided to become officially boyfriend and girlfriend. He's the most incredible man I've ever met". </div>
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"Mini escape with my amazing man. Best night, indulging in a spa bath with champagne and nibblies." </div>
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The other common theme was job satisfaction, last year earmarked a new endeavour for me as I decided to take a year away from my business and work for <em>the man</em>. Turns out, I actually really enjoy working for someone else and the financial freedom of having a fulltime job (with no ongoing business expenses) allowed me to fulfil my goal of buying a new car. Every time I get in my little Kitten (that's my cars name) I feel a sense of pride and achievement. The work isn't particularly stressful or taxing on the old brain cells, but it's fun, the people I work with are fantastic, and as far as working full time goes, I have no real complaints.</div>
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"Can't believe that March is almost over already! I had a chat with my new boss and he said I'm doing really well at work. Also had my last French class, sad but exciting!" </div>
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"Had a meeting with my CEO and found out that I'm being promoted to 2IC of Indooroopilly!" 2/7/14</div>
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I loved expanding my mind with new projects and although I let my blogging slip I delved into books with a new fire and passion, not only that but I started learning French and intend on continuing this into the new year too!</div>
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"Had a super productive day off. I've almost finished reading The Great Gatsby and hopefully I've found a car to buy!" 21/7/14</div>
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2014 was filled with such great diversity as I found that not everyone in your life is meant to stay and not every day will be all smiles. Some days are hard, some weeks are hard, but life sets you challenges for a reason; you have to remain strong enough to see through the haze, knowing that there will be so much more for you once you get through the shit.</div>
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"Today I am grateful for the air I breathe and the life I lead." 21/6/14</div>
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"The sun came out and I woke up, but everything else was kind of shit" 10/3/14</div>
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Despite having a roller coaster year, I absolutely wouldn't have changed a thing, my New Year resolution isn't to lose a certain number of kilo's or to travel to 36 different countries, I have no desire to purchase a house just yet and I'm not going to cut out all forms of carbohydrates from my diet, instead, my New Year's resolution is this:</div>
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If I can look back at 2015 and say "yes I am happy" then I will have achieved my goal. I don't believe that you should wait for a new year to set unrealistic goals that you just beat yourself up on by Australia Day, I believe that every day is an opportunity for greatness, and every day you can take another step in your thousand foot journey.</div>
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<div dir="ltr">My next pick is inspired by tweed, a classic in menswear, often associated with the notion of gentlemanly ways. A tweed coat or suit will always make you look dapper, just remember to get the fit right! When you're playing with textures make sure the suit is cut close to your body so you don't over emphasise your size. </div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr">This notion can be used in womenswear too, rather than playing with tweed, I've found that lace often works in the same way. A lace dress will hide any trouble spots you may have and highlight your feminie attributes. Lace, floral and geometric patterns fill most of my wardrobe as they're so versatile and can be changed up to suit any occasion. This little lacey number is from Review. </div>
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What scares me about Instagram however, is all the content out there that isn't a puppy meme or an outfit of the day, what puts me off and what tears my heart out is all the girls using it to post photos of their bits and bobs for the sake of likes and followers. Now as much as I'd like to play naïve and pretend that these girls must simply be posting these pictures due to their sky-high self esteem and sheer vanity, I feel as though the reality of the situation is most likely the opposite. </div>
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I hate to point out the obvious, but if I had to guess, these women are seeking approval and praise for their bodies due to a lack of self esteem and self love, and a belief that the only thing they have to contribute to the world is their flesh.</div>
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I'm no stranger to the odd #selfie here and there and I even have a few snaps of myself and my girlfriends at the beach, but when it comes to having a million users ogling my images, I'd really rather keep my clothes on. Not only am I not comfortable with strangers using my pictures for whatever late night activities they feel the urge to perform, but my body is for me, not for the whole world to see. When you put these sorts of images out for the world to see, you're asking to be judged and I can tell you from a girls point of view the first reaction to an image of a girl taking a bathroom selfie naked is <em></em></div>
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<em>slut. </em></div><div style="text-align: center;">I want to preface this by saying there is a big difference between a gym progress shot and provocatively posing as if you're getting ready to star in an adult film. Gym selfies can be inspiring and motivational, however posing naked for the sake of likes and followers is quite a whole different ball game. I also happen to follow a few very talented Burlesque performers who's job it is to take their clothes off, yet even these professionals manage to post appropriate content and keep the real show for those who attend their performances.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> It might seem harsh but this is the reality of the situation and I know I'm not the only person that feels this way. I can guarantee that no man is going to look at an image of a girl with only her hands covering her genitals and say<br></div>
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My heart goes out to these girls because despite the fact that they are probably incredibly intelligent, funny, creative and exciting, all they are putting out into the cyber world is "Hi, I don't like clothes, this is my body, judge me only by this" and in doing so are selling themselves short. It's like whacking a "FOR SALE" sign across your forehead rather than saying "PRIVATE PROPERTY".</div>
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When I put it out there on Facebook, that I feel these sorts of images make women look cheap I was told to simply "unfollow it if you don't like it" but the point I'm trying to raise has nothing to do with my eyes being offended, the point is that I feel women are degrading themselves and selling themselves all for the sake of "likes" and "followers" and that they are worth so much more than that. </div>
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"Being famous on Instagram is like being rich in Monopoly, it's not real".</div>
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Despite this funny little quote doing the rounds on all manners of social media, the concept is true and I think it's about time we understood that our value should not be based on how many people like our photo or how many people follow us on a social media platform. </div>
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The answer to this is simple, if you want a lot of attention, provide something a lot of people want to see. i.e. your tits and ass will do just fine. But wait just a second because what happens down the track, when you go for a job and your employer to be realises you're the girl he's been thinking about whilst making love to his wife every night? </div>
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What are you going to do when you meet someone special but they find it hard to be intimate with you. The feel you don't value your body because you're willing to show it to the world rather than keep it a special thing between two people?</div>
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What do you do when you realise the guy at Coles is the one who keeps putting creepy comments like "dat ass *clapping hands*" on every one of your #booty pictures?</div>
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How are you going to explain to your (future) daughter that it's not ok for her to do this very same thing when she becomes a teenager, when you're splashed all over cyber space for all the world to see?</div>
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As a woman, I do believe in standing up for myself and expressing myself in which ever way I see fit, but my body is my temple and it's not for a million creepy dudes to lust after. The guy who gets to see my junk is the one who treats me right, who loves me and who wants to put a ring on it, not a guy I've never met who follows/ stalks me liking all my semi-nude images and telling me he'd love to "split dat in 2". That's not acceptable in the real world and as far as I'm concerned it's not acceptable in cyber space, but it all has to start with you, stop the post before it becomes a problem, you are worth more than likes and followers!</div>
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<em></em>Lexi Wittkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12643716007014644991noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242697466375346322.post-74973244796522968712014-06-16T20:33:00.000+10:002014-06-16T20:33:10.071+10:00A full stop.<div style="text-align: center;">
I feel as though I am currently a full stop at the end of a very exciting chapter, in the book that is my life. </div>
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Problem is, I feel as though I have nothing notable to start to fill the blank pages of what comes next. I am, as it were, stuck, in a writers block about my life. Despite knowing I have a few very important life goals I'm working hard to achieve, they seem so far away, and built on so many if's buts and maybe's. I have nothing seriously short term that I can look to week to week and say "Yes I did this!" and for me that's a bit of an issue.</div>
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After running my business for three years and constantly struggling every week to make a name for myself and honestly just to keep my head above water, I got used to kicking goals every week. Every week I knew I needed to make a certain number of pieces to sell, I had markets to attend to, photo shoots to submit to blogs and magazines and shows to organise to showcase my wears and get my name out there.</div>
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Since giving up my business a few months ago things are quite different, I am now in a comfortable line of work, in a job which is good, I am in a relationship with a beautiful man and I am lucky enough to have some lovely friends to pass the hours by with. All of which is really lovely, but not entirely self fulfilling.</div>
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I hate myself for being so ungrateful for all of my blessings but I do find myself to be quite bored with my perfect little life. </div>
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All is well, and well is ordinary and well, ordinary just isn't me.</div>
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I have never been one to take the easy route and I've always strayed to do things outside the box, so imagine my conundrum when it dawns on me that my life now is really very "in the box."</div>
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I am a girl with big dreams, with lists and goals, because I love to challenge myself on a daily basis and feel like I'm not just wasting my time here on earth. </div>
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There are so many people I want to be and things I want to do, places I want to see and dreams I want to have, and all I'm doing with my little self is none of any of the above.</div>
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I want to be a performer, and anyone who knew me when I was young would know how much I love to entertain a crowd, I love to sing and to dance and to make people feel something from what I'm doing, yet I've never taken a singing lesson and I haven't performed since I was at high school.</div>
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I want to be a fashion designer, and fill my days with pattern making, sewing and photo shoots but I also need to be able to support myself.</div>
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I want to be a writer, and fill pages upon pages with a story that intrigues, that makes the reader laugh and cry and reflect on their life, but I haven't a clue what to write about.</div>
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I want to be an artist who showcases their work in a gallery and have people contemplate things over my use of colour and expression, yet I have no easel or brush.</div>
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I want to go to a country far less privileged then my own and help those in need. I want to know, that without a doubt I made a difference to another persons life because I was here and I helped, but I don't even have a passport.</div>
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I want to be someone, who closes their eyes at night and says "yes, I did this, I changed the world just a little bit today" but for no reason at all, I'm not yet that person, but I know for no reason at all, I will make this my reality, because it's something I need to do. </div>
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The hardest part about all my dreams is that I can make them a reality, but to make dreams your reality, you must throw caution to the wind, you must not be afraid to fall and you must be ready to pick yourself up after failing, right now however, I feel as though I'm still recovering from my last flight of fantasy and I need a few months to stick some feathers back into my wings, to get myself back on my feet and try to live a secure, normal life, at least for six months, maybe even a year or two, at least so I can buy a car that works and perhaps see a world different to my own. </div>
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I have no doubt that I will be a person that at least tries most of the above at different stages of my life, but as everyone keeps telling me, I am still young, there is still time, and I can do it all, but it doesn't all have to be done right now.</div>
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The past few months have been a little tricky for me, as I transitioned from casual sales girl, full time designer, stylist, model wrangler, event coordinator, small business owner, blogger and all round fashion enthusiast to a full time sales girl in a men's fashion business. </div>
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The first few weeks of full time work were great as I found my feet within the company and got accustomed to having a larger pay packet at the end of each week, but as I settled into my new role, I found myself questioning if I was doing enough with my time. </div>
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Despite working tremendous hours and giving my all to my new position, I started to feel a little discontent when someone asked me "what is it that you do for a living?"</div>
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Although working on my business for the past three years may have rendered me penniless, I had always felt a huge amount of pride that I was doing something out of the ordinary, that I was working hard to make my passion my life and filling my time with exciting adventures and challenges. </div>
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Now, I work as a full time sales rep, for an amazing company might I add, but that's the extent of my job title. Yes occasionally I still blog, and recently I've rediscovered my joy for sewing, but I'm in no hurry to rush back into my business, nor do I feel any desire to put on another fashion show any time soon, so if I'm no longer doing these things, who am I?</div>
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For so long I thought it was these job titles that defined me, but now I know, it isn't a job that defines you, it's who you are that defines you. A job can give someone an impression as to the kind of person you are, but in no way should it be what <em>defines</em> you as a person.</div>
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I'm a designer! I'm a blogger! I'm an event coordinator! I run my own fashion design business! Well, yes, those were things I<em> did</em>, but they aren't <em>who I am</em>.</div>
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I'm a creative sole, I love to write, I'm opinionated, I'm OCD organised when it comes to work, I love to be busy and I have a passion for working with cloth. These are things that <em>define</em> me, and things one could gather from my past job descriptions, but despite no longer being a fashion designer, I'm still a creative sole, I still love to sew, despite not working on my business (at this current time) I still like to be organised and I still love to network with people, despite not being an event coordinator I still love to party and organise little gatherings with my friends. </div>
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<em>Despite the titles changing, I'm still who I am.</em></div>
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Regardless of my job description there are so many things that I would say define me, and these won't change, no matter what it is I do for a living. </div>
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First and foremost I'm a member of a beautiful family, I am a daughter and a sister (and a mummy to a little kitty cat called Duchess). I am a friend to many and a socialite at heart, but I only have a small handful of people I am super close to, and that I would do anything for.</div>
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I am an over feeler, I stress too much about the things I can not change, and I usually worry too much about other peoples feelings, despite my own.</div>
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I can be selfish and opinionated, but I hate to offend those whom I care about most. </div>
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I hate to see people cry.</div>
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I cry when an animal dies in a movie and I don't understand how people can be cruel to one another.</div>
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I don't understand war.</div>
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Sometimes I cry when I'm happy.</div>
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I am not a violent person, but I am hot headed in traffic. </div>
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I'm a dreamer and a talker and a collector of memories. </div>
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I'm adventurous but terrified of heights, I love cats and cute things and my favourite item of clothing is pyjamas. </div>
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I find it hard to lie.</div>
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I love sunshine and hate to be cold.</div>
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<em>These are the things that define me.</em> </div>
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I have experienced heart ache and deceit.</div>
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I have been in love with a person whom I had no trust.</div>
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I have known what it is like to watch someone lie to my face. </div>
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I have felt the sting of unfaithfulness and I have watched someone I love crumble before my eyes. </div>
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I have had my heart split open by many, yet I find it hard to hold grudges.</div>
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I get hurt easily, but with each new scar upon my heart, there is a little patch of silk that covers it, to serve as a reminder of the past. </div>
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I have watched someone I love try to take their own life, and I've felt that persons venom in words unimaginable. </div>
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<em>These are things that define me.</em></div>
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I have felt my world fall apart around me and I've managed to pick up the pieces and patch them back together. </div>
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I have felt both success and failure, and it is the lessons I've learnt from these experiences that define me.</div>
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<em>I am strong, and I am weak, and I will never give up on myself.</em></div>
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No job title, no test, no one person can define me, as I am everything that I am because of the 24 years I've lived and because of all the things I have done, felt, seen and experienced.</div>
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<em>That is what defines me.</em></div>
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Don't let something as trivial as a job title define you, you are so much more than words.</div>
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Lexi Wittkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12643716007014644991noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242697466375346322.post-70531267823179374912014-05-27T21:09:00.004+10:002014-05-27T21:09:47.084+10:00A New Fire!<div style="text-align: center;">
Well it's now well and truly been over a month since my last post, a declaration of my hatred for Facebook and my epic plans to once and for all rid the devil which is Facebook from my life... </div>
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That plan may have failed slightly. You see, as much as I feel Facebook is some kind of evil magic where people gather to brag about their good fortune, or complain about their mishaps and broken promises, it's also a great way to stay connected with your friends and family. Hence, in a bid not to ostracise myself from my gal pals, I am still using Facebook, dam you to hell social media, but I just can't let go!</div>
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Ironically enough, something I thought I had let go of, seems to be finding its way back to me. </div>
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My creativity! </div>
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The reason I haven't been blogging is not due to a lack of fun and interesting things happening to me, or because I no longer have an interest in the issues facing young women today, simply I've had a major blockage on all things creative, including sewing and writing.</div>
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That was until today anyway.</div>
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I've had a huge pile of clothes sitting in my sewing room waiting for me to attend to, all various degrees of work needing to be done on them, but up until today I really just didn't want to touch them, I didn't even feel like sitting in my studio, but for some reason today I did. </div>
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What's even more fantastic than the fact that I felt like sewing and mending is that on my way home from the Gold Coast this morning, I actually had a wave of designs flush through my brain, a whole collection materialised in my head! </div>
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This is something that hasn't happened to me since last year!</div>
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I was starting to feel that perhaps my creative spark had been snuffed out, but after my little creative sabbatical, it seems it has come back, and come back with a new fire and excitement!</div>
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Today I hemmed a pair of jeans I've been meaning to do for the past 5 years (they're practically brand new and never worn due to the obscenely long length) I hemmed a work skirt, took in a dress, repaired a cardigan, sewed a new button onto a circle skirt and repaired a belt loop, so yes, all in all, a very productive day.</div>
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Tomorrow I'm going to be taking a trip to Spotlight with my mum to see if I can find some of the material that I need for this new collection that has popped into my head. No promises yet, but Evelyn Curtis may make a return to the fashion scene before the year is done.</div>
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Lexi Wittkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12643716007014644991noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242697466375346322.post-15207720584389122602014-04-16T21:16:00.001+10:002014-04-16T21:16:41.965+10:00I want to brake up...with Facebook<div style="text-align: center;">
Perhaps a few of you have noticed this little Bloggarella has not adorn her social networking slipper for over a month now, but it's not because my Prince ran away. On the contrary, I'm the one who's having commitment issues when it comes to sticking it out with my blog, in fact I'm really over all social media sites! In this world of interconnectedness and instant updates of everyone's feelings, it can become a little overwhelming and I think time apart really is the only remedy. Ironically it's taken me to be in a real relationship for me to realise how much I dislike the relationship I have with my online world.</div>
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You see, it's this real relationship which has sparked my tiff with Facebook in the first place, as I have grown happier and more content with my real life, I've noticed that the majority of what gets posted on Facebook is depressing and anything that is seemingly positive gets shunned by other miserable people.</div>
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In particular I've noticed an overwhelming dislike towards people who post cute and occasionally corny statuses and pictures of themselves with their spouses. Something I'd probably never really noticed until recently. In my single days I was so immune to the concept of a relationship that I barely took notice of people being adorable with one another, and shuddered at the thought of having to put up with someone constantly being a part of my life, but I can't ever recall hating on another simply because they were happy and happy to share their love with their so called "friends". Now that my relationship status has changed on FaceSpace, I'm constantly seeing the same old saying, and it actually makes no sense what so ever!</div>
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<em>"The happiest relationship is the one you see nothing about on Facebook"</em></div>
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...No, that's not the happiest kind of relationship, that's a portal for infidelity, and I can talk from experience due to having been with a serial cheater for many years.</div>
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I don't understand this logic what so ever! Oh you're really happy in your relationship? That's fantastic! I'm so glad you have found someone who you love and trust and who loves and trusts you too! Oh, but hold on, better not tell anyone... </div>
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Your social network is suppose to be about you, when you're in a relationship, that's a thing about you, it shouldn't be shunned just because someone else is unhappy in their life!</div>
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Why is it that when we are doing well in life or we are in love or we have achieved something and we "share" this information with our "friends" on social media it starts negativity? Why is it acceptable for people to rag about their crappy bosses, cry about their loneliness or complain about their hopeless partners, but if you share happy news, or post a photo of yourself and your partner smiling together, all of a sudden you're "showing off".</div>
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It seems so odd to me that a "selfie" will attract a whole lot of likes, comments and attention, but an image of a happy couple together denotes a harsh comment about the people in the photo being secretly miserable. </div>
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Clearly I care way too much about what people think, and this has always been one of my biggest flaws, but here's the big conclusion.</div>
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Facebook... I don't know how to say this, but I've met someone, and I think it might be pretty serious...so I think it would be best if we stop seeing each other. I don't like the way you make me feel, and I hate that you make me second guess sharing my happiness, I deserve better than to have my happiness suppressed by you!</div>
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I'll be going Facebook Free for the entirety of June and possibly further, I'd do it sooner but unfortunately I have a show to organise and Facebook is my biggest marketing and communication tool, I'll just have to endure this crappy relationship a little longer, but be rest assured, I have no warm feelings towards it anymore. I love a human now :)</div>
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Lexi Wittkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12643716007014644991noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242697466375346322.post-37243227173075148952014-03-13T21:21:00.000+10:002014-03-13T21:21:07.448+10:00A memoir to my Summer Wardrobe<div style="text-align: center;">
As I write this blog I have an overwhelming sense of nostalgia. The smell of roast lamb is drifting in from the kitchen, I can hear my parents nattering about their day and George Michael is crooning away softly in the background. It all reminds me so much of when I was a child, and it got me thinking that once again another beautiful Summer has passed and Winter is well and truly on its way (I'm starting to have to wear pants in the morning again...le sigh), So what better way to celebrate the passing of another glorious season then to have a little trip down memory lane (of outfits). Summer for me was full of bright colours, soft florals, crop tops and circle skirts and of course the odd straw hat here and there. I actually wore a lot of my own label too, I love when someone asks me where I got an article of clothing and I can tell them I made it myself and that it's a one of a kind, it really makes being a "designer" worth while. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This little crop top is just from Supre, not a brand I usually wear, but when it comes to crop tops, they know what they're doing! The skirt is from an op shop and I bought the little straw hat at a market. This was the perfect outfit for a little picnic I had with my girlfriends in Newfarm Park.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yet another Supre crop top and op shop skirt, the skirt is actually from Asos but I picked it up from an op shop for only $10! I paired it with my chunky gold chain from Lovisa, my gold clutch from Forever New and my floral wedges from Sportsgirl.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I picked up this playsuit on my last trip to Melbourne, I love how well cut it is and the floral print is so vibrant, you just can't have a bad day in a print like this! I wore it for my birthday outing.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is a little dress I made for my event Art & Style, I just loved the printed chiffon and I thought I'd try something a little different with a fitted skirt and keyhole midriff.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I absolutely adore this dress from Zara, I bought this one whilst in Melbourne too and wore it for our ladies Christmas luncheon, the theme was red and white so this was the perfect choice!</td></tr>
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Lexi Wittkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12643716007014644991noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242697466375346322.post-6414468384220658782014-03-06T21:41:00.001+10:002014-03-06T21:42:13.864+10:00International Women's Day Fun Run<div style="text-align: center;">
This Sunday will see a few thousand amazing humans embarking on a 5km "fun run" around Southbank and The City. I'm not entirely sure how joyful and fun filled the actual run will be but I'm happy to participate given that it is to support such a fabulous cause. Every now and again, given my chosen industry and my position as a "fashionista" I get to do something that makes a difference to the community. Together with a handful of other fabulous fashion folk from Brisbane we have banded together to raise much needed funds for the Mater Chicks in Pink. </div>
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Today we were lucky enough to score a spread in the North City News and so far we have already reached our goal of $500 as a collective group. I have actually been taking this pretty seriously and for the last two weeks I've been running almost every day. Every time I feel tired, sweaty and in pain I just think about all the women out there who are currently battling with breast cancer and think how fortunate I am to even have the opportunity and good health to go for a run. </div>
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The cause is especially close to my heart as I've had to watch one of my best friends go through the battle with her mum. I've seen first hand how hard it has been on her and despite wishing so much that she didn't have to go through it, I know that it just not enough. The only way anyone is going to ever not have to deal with cancer is by raising awareness and funds for research and development for cancer treatment.</div>
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If you would like to donate to my run I would be so extremely grateful and you have until Sunday to do so, so please dig deep, any little bit counts! I'll be thinking of you when I'm out there sweating my bum off on Sunday, thanks in advance!<br />
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Lexi Wittkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12643716007014644991noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242697466375346322.post-38303357989780201972014-03-03T11:07:00.001+10:002014-03-03T11:07:40.323+10:00Wangs Weird Ways<div style="text-align: center;">
In the fashion news last week, Vogue reported on its favourite campaigns set to be released for the upcoming Spring/Summer 2014. The heading reads "Why these are the best campaigns of spring/summer '14" but if you ask me it should go a little more like this "Why? Are these the best campaigns of spring/summer?" and the answer would be <em>no</em>. </div>
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Alexander Wang has always been a favourite of mine when it comes to ready to wear opulence, with flirty details and sports lux tailoring but the latest campaign just really doesn't do it for me. Perhaps I'm becoming too mainstream in what appeals to my fashion tastes, but I feel as though this campaign is no more "fashion forward" than a securing a tin can to one's head and calling it a hat. </div>
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What I found more upsetting is that the actual collection is completely gorgeous. I love the semi sheer sweat shirt, I love the tailored short and button up shirt combo and I adore the gorgeous teal dress with it's ruffle detail and pleated skirt. I just can't understand why he chose to have it shot like this. </div>
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Captured by Steven Klein, (well known for his provocative work) Wang told <a href="http://www.wwd.com/fashion-news/fashion-scoops/alexander-wang-unveils-spring-campaign-7345283?module=latest-articles" target="_blank">Women's Wear Daily</a> “Since the spring-summer 2014 collection plays on the duality of naïveté and perverse explicitness in youth culture, we wanted to shoot the campaign in a very familiar environment most people grow up reminiscing about." </div>
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I don't know about you, but I can't say I have ever reminisced about hanging out in a public bathroom in a designer dress, chewing bubble gum. Perhaps I'm just not "youthy" enough to understand. He went on to say "I loved blurring the lines between censorship and humour.” Unfortunately I can't help but feel this all went a little wrong some where along the way. I don't find this campaign in the least bit humorous, in fact, I feel it's a little degrading, not just to the beautiful women portrayed but to fashion in general. </div>
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Wang is at the height of ready to wear fashion and his garments are constantly adorned by the young, wealthy and fabulous, so why degrade such beauty to this low standard? </div>
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When I put it out there to those in my fashion circle and I asked what they thought of the campaign, we all seemed to agree. It didn't do it for me, it didn't do it for them and it doesn't do it for Wang. </div>
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When your product is on point and your brand is synonymous for being freaking fabulous, you really don't need a campaign like this, if anything I feel it's a little damaging to the brand. This campaign doesn't provoke feelings of lust or desire for the garments, more so repulsion than anything else. When you put together a fashion campaign you want to sell a dream, this is certainly not a dream I want to buy in to and I have no idea why Vogue is gushing over this like a prized pup. </div>
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Lexi Wittkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12643716007014644991noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242697466375346322.post-4831601217288822472014-02-19T21:12:00.000+10:002014-02-19T21:12:05.965+10:00Byron Blues<div style="text-align: center;">
On this particularly warm evening in little Brisbane, I find myself reminiscing on my most recent trip to Byron Bay with my lovely girlfriends. We try to frequent the backpacker filled beach at least twice a year and we started off this years adventure time early! Unfortunately I had to work on the Saturday so I missed out on the first full day, but I cruised down the long strip of tar to arrive late Saturday night, full of joy to have finally reached my little holiday destination. Byron Bay is a gorgeous mix of people and attracts a diverse range of backpackers, students, surfers and swankies (those well to-do types). The bustling streets are chocked full of little boutiques, organic food shops and a plethora of fabulous restaurants all serving up a supreme array of breakfast, lunch and dinner choices. There's a night market in the park lands, and a fabulous beach that stretches for miles, not to mention a picturesque lighthouse perched upon the most Eastern tip of Australia's mainland. </div>
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On Saturday night I met with my ladies on the grass field above the beach for a night time picnic, before we headed down to the beach to gaze up at the star filled night, perform cartwheels on the beach and get chased by crabs. After exhausting all of our energy we wandered back to our backpackers and chatted away like little school girls until one by one we fell asleep in our bunks, eager for the fresh day ahead.</div>
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Sunday was a perfect day! We woke early and decided to venture up to the lighthouse, we walked from our backpackers up to the lighthouse, it was hot and humid but once we reached the lighthouse and stared off into the horizon our aching legs and sweaty brows were completely forgotten about. We then wandered into the main part of town and settled on the frozen yoghurt bar for breakfast before heading off to the beach. The sun was hot, the water was cool and the people were so amazing. If you were to ask me what my ideal day would be, it would be exactly as that Sunday was!</div>
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It's always a little sad leaving Byron but with my bestie beside me, the windows down and some great tunes playing, it never feels like a real goodbye, it's just like saying "till next time" to an old friend.</div>
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Weather you head to Byron with a group of friends for a quick weekend by the beach, or you head down with your partner and stay in the luxurious hotels, Byron has something for everyone and it has my heart for a life time.</div>
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They say that music and fashion go hand in hand and last Friday I was lucky enough to attend Laneway Festival to check out a different side of the festival spectrum. For those of you unfamiliar with Laneway I feel the easiest way to explain it would be this, if JJJ had a music festival, it would be Laneway. A plethora of indie rock bands as well as some big headliners including Vance Joy, Lorde and Haim, this festival, held on a Friday is like a Hipsters heaven! I've never been to a festival where a suitcase rummage stands side by side with a swarming crowd of long haired, Hawaiian shirted, skinny chinoed males and denim cut off cladded females, all swaying rhythmically to bands whose names often resemble words that aren't actually in the English language (Chvrches anyone?)</div>
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The day was actually amazing, and I love discovering new bands I've previously never heard of, I am now hopelessly devoted to <a href="https://www.youtube.com/user/thegrowlmusic" target="_blank">The Growl</a> and <a href="https://www.youtube.com/user/mtwarningmusic" target="_blank">Mt Warning</a> and my music tastes seem to be ever expanding. </div>
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I feel that discovering new music is like finding a new brand that you fall in love with, all of a sudden you want to know everything about them, where did they come from and how have you managed your existence without them up to this point?! I always embrace new things and I love being put just a little outside my comfort zone. Having never been to a Laneway before I was a little unsure of what to wear, I knew that it was more of an "indie" vibe, but that said, you always get such an eclectic mix of people at the house/ trance events I usually frequent so it can be hard to pick sometimes.</div>
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I decided to play it safe and went with an outfit that could suit any music festival, regardless of the music playing. I went with a little floral crop top that I made last year (there is a similar style on sale <a href="https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.675619815821435.1073741835.219656868084401&type=3" target="_blank">here</a> if you're interested) my Sportsgirl high waisted denim shorts (no, they are not cut offs, and no part of my rear end is exposed in them) along with my little adventure boots (my go to festival shoe) and my Sportsgirl bag (the perfect bag for any outdoor adventure). I would have loved to have added my little straw hat into the mix but sadly I seemed to have momentarily lost it.</div>
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Laneway was an amazing day with a mix of amazing humans performing their extraordinary musical talents. I went with one of my best friends and all day I just lapped up everything that was going on around me and took in all the glory of Brisbane and its people. Thanks for a great day Laneway!</div>
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While others were enjoying holidays at the beach or overseas adventures over the Christmas period, I was at work busily wrapping gifts and helping otherwise clueless humans pick out the perfect little something for their loved ones. A retail Christmas is one that consists of the odd day here and there off, lots of battling with crowds and certainly no holiday in sight, but alas, not to worry, that is what January and February are for! From Thursday to Sunday (despite actually working two days as well) I managed to take a few trips down South and even squeeze in a little music festival.<br />
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On Thursday (before I started my late night shift) I ventured down to the Gold Coast to catch up with a few gorgeous girls I haven't seen for ages. <br />
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Although the weather wasn't ideal we made the best of the overcast conditions and headed to <a href="http://www.qtgoldcoast.com.au/?gclid=cif0ialfrrwcfyhxpaodyukalq" target="_blank">QT</a> for a quick coffee and to check out what all the hype was about. It certainly is an adorable little hotel and my wife and I are planning to spend a weekend down there closer to the middle of the year. The hotel was decked out in vibrant colours and quirky bits and bobs and even featured a giant retro candy bar right in the middle of the café. The outdoor setting was something from a Miami tourist commercial and they even made a great latte!<br />
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After getting our caffeine hit we headed back to our friends apartment block and decided to take a little swim in the heated pool. We made tentative plans for an overseas trip at the end of the year and chatted about our dreams for our futures. I think that friends are one of the most important things to have in your life and far too many people base their personal worth on the number in their Facebook friends list, when really it's the people who stay in your heart that actually matter.<br />
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Amongst my well travelled friends I am a novice, a dunce if you will, I don't currently own a passport and I've never been to another country before. That's not to say I don't have a passion for adventure or that I don't like to travel because I do. I love going to new places, trying new things and meeting new people, it's just that I always seem to do all of these things, right here in little Australia. </div>
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On Monday I went to one of the most naturally beautiful places you could imagine. It may not have had century old ruins and people nattering away in an exotic language, but what it lacked in exotica it made up for in sheer beauty and awe. </div>
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About half an hour out of Beaudesert lies acres of farm land, abundant with cows and rolling hills and air as fresh as any Canadian Mountain air. I am lucky enough to be "soon to be" sister in laws with a lovely family who work and live on a beautiful farm just shy of the glorious ridge that borders Queensland and New South Wales. </div>
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Home to two beautiful white horses, three friendly cows, a gorgeous farm dog and the most wonderful people you could ever hope to meet, not to mention the wild wallabies, chickens, roosters and one of the most impressive vege gardens I've ever seen! </div>
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The farm is so beautifully kept and would make the perfect setting for anyone wanting a truly romantic wedding venue, with manicured lawns, plenty of camping space and a beautiful fresh water creek running along the bottom of the land, complete with deep watering holes for a leisurely dip after a hard days work, or a big day of fun!</div>
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Although most people naturally assume (given that I am into fashion and all things girly) that I'm a Princess, but truth be told I actually love getting out into the wilderness. Being on the farm reminded me of when I was a little girl, living in Canberra and our family friends owned a deer farm that we would frequent on the weekends.</div>
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We had a fabulous day riding around on the gator, feeding and petting the cows, picking fresh fruit and veges from the garden and exploring and swimming in the fresh water pools. </div>
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As we headed home after a big day of adventuring I thought of how incredibly lucky I was to have the life I have, to know the people I know and to have the experiences that I have had. I may not have travelled the world just yet, but I have made so many memories along the way already, and really that's what makes life worth living!</div>
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<br />Lexi Wittkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12643716007014644991noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242697466375346322.post-68381326998590922132014-01-28T21:57:00.000+10:002014-01-29T11:15:07.898+10:00A Passion for ME<div style="text-align: center;">
It's been brought to my attention that I seem to mention my relationship status more than I should. When I think about it, it's not that I'm sad and lonely and desperate for a date, and I don't go around advertising it in the vain hope that some "desperate guy" will take it as a hint to ask me out. I just feel it's something that defines who I am in my life right now, just as a relationship defines another person when they're in one. When you're some one's girlfriend, that forms part of your identity, so this isn't a one way street. Being single to me means I have freedom, freedom to do what I like, with whom I like, when I like (let's keep our minds out of the gutter about, this shall we?) </div>
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Singledom to me means I always get to put myself first and that I am lucky enough to have the opportunity right now to find myself. I in no way want a boyfriend in my life at this stage as I feel it would kind of mess up all my self discovery and career development, apparently this is a weird thing, and I couldn't tell you how often people ask me... </div>
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<em>"Why on earth are you still single?"</em></h3>
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Who the heck wants to be single? Truth be told, I do!</div>
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I think the reason it gets mentioned so regularly with my friends and family is that people look at being single like some sort of illness, or a goal that hasn't yet been reached, people try to set you up with other single people, never mind asking if it's something you actually want, and never mind if you and the other said single person actually have anything in common, but you're both "hopelessly" single, so surely that should fix the problem, right?</div>
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But what if it isn't a problem? </div>
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<em>What if being single is actually your answer to the tricky things you're trying to work out in life right now?</em> </h3>
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It seems crazy to have to defend myself on this because you don't look at someone in a bad relationship and go "oh I know this councillor you should go and see, that will help your problem" all you say is "you deserve better" with no resolution in hand, because hey, at least they're in a relationship.</div>
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Looking over my past few posts I have mentioned that I feel that it would be nice to meet someone eventually, but I also blog so often about how I want my business to succeed and how hard I'm working to turn my dreams into a reality. This in consideration I find it so odd that mentioning my status of "single" makes me appear desperate for love but mentioning my passion for my business as "burning" doesn't make me looking desperate to succeed? It's a funny old world we live in and one I find so strange at times. </div>
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Once again it seems I'm dealing with being labelled from the outside world due to being a female, and how strange it is that being single is considered to be some kind of plague but if I were married and unemployed I'd apparently have the best life ever?</div>
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<em>Well let me set the record straight for all those passing judgement on poor single Lex, I'm totally ok with it, in fact, I love my single life.</em> </h3>
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I have all the love in the world I could need from my amazing friends and family and I if I ever have the inclination to be snuggled as I fall asleep to a movie I have people in my life that can take care of that too. I'm not a hardcore feminist by any means, and I'm no hoe about town, just a selfish little twenty something, trying to get the best out of life, and right now, it doesn't include changing my Facebook status to "in a relationship".</div>
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Lexi Wittkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12643716007014644991noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242697466375346322.post-30273123925855265212014-01-28T21:16:00.000+10:002014-01-28T21:16:22.898+10:00Grammys 2014 Best Dressed List<div style="text-align: center;">
Anyone who thinks The Grammys is just about the music obviously hasn't spent enough time looking at the stella fashion that rocks up on the red carpet each year. I love awards ceremony's and The Grammys is no exception. It's always a feast for the eyes and the ears and here's my top 5 favourite looks from the evening!</div>
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Mary Lambert wearing Helen Castello</div>
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This strapless black gown with gold embroidery was just perfect for the first time Grammy nominee. I absolutely loved her performance too!</div>
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Chrissy Teigen (Mrs John Legend) wearing our very own Johanna Johnson.</div>
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Not only is she drop dead gorgeous and married to the man of my dreams but she's a lover of Aussie designers. She looked like a modern day mermaid in this fantastic metallic strapless number.</div>
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Katy Perry wearing Valentino Couture</div>
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Ahhh Katy, I love you, this is just so very you. I know there will be people who hate this but I think it's gorgeous. It's soft and whimsical and just has her flavour written all over it, and besides all of that, it's Valentino! *Faints*</div>
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Iggy Azalea wearing Elie Saab</div>
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Oh my, what a picture of loveliness, the beading on this is ridiculous, the colour is perfect for her complexion and her minimal accessories just let this dress sing! Perfection!</div>
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Beyoncé wearing Michael Costello</div>
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(and I know I always say no one is perfect and nor should we try to be, but Bey isn't from this world so it's ok for her to be perfect). She is the ultimate woman and I love her fierce nature. She rocked every inch of this fantastic dress. </div>
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She is a GODDESS!</div>
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Lexi Wittkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12643716007014644991noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242697466375346322.post-5430924782113599452014-01-21T22:40:00.004+10:002014-01-25T10:37:51.142+10:00A Year of Hair<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Ever had one of those days/weeks/months when you get bored with your face? I have them rather often and as a result I tend to like to mess with my face, in particular, with my hair.</div>
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I tend to change it when I need a little mix up in my life, and I tend to change a lot of things all at once. Most recently (just before new years) I thought it was high time for a change and lopped a good amount of my luscious locks off! I have had no regrets in chopping it off as I always feel like a hair cut is as good as a wardrobe cull or a brand new dress. When you're feeling a little at a loss or you just need a pick me up, a hair change can make all the difference. In the past year my hair has changed so much, and because I'm extremely vain I decided to do a little hair diary to reminisce on my hair-venutres and hope I inspire you to do the same if you're in need of a change. Since cutting my hair short I do occasionally miss my lovely long wavy hair but really, I adore my shorter pony tail and the colour looks so different now too, not to mention that it's super healthy because it hasn't seen hair dye for many moons now. Although I've thought about cutting it even shorter, I have no desire to mimic Miley so my next change up will be a colour of some description, the question is, do I venture back to the dark side or do I lighten up and go back to rocking a Summer blonde shade?</div>
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We'll see where my heads at in a few weeks! </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This time last year I had long blonde hair, I refer to this as my Goddess hair. Yes sometimes I really miss having long blonde hair, but the maintenance was reason enough to try life on the dark side.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I then decided to get the chop in April, I wanted bangs and since the colour had started to grow out a bit I thought it was high time for a change.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Some speculators might suggest that a brake up might have triggered my desire for change, but who can say for sure. One thing I knew was that I wanted to change my face and a blunt cut fringe definitely did that!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I didn't really feel as though the balayage was very me and so I died it all a very dark brown, which I loved at first and then (after a fashion show that I hosted and had a million photos taken at) I realised I actually hated my hair, it was too dark, and the fringe covered up too much of my face. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">By June happily my fringe was long enough to be a side fringe and I once again vowed to never get a real fringe again (as does every female who grows out a fringe, but we always go back!)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">By September it had turned into this reddy-blondey-brown shade that can only be achieved by excessive sun exposure and absolutely no hair dye. I actually love this colour and always get so disheartened knowing the only way I can make it this colour (other than paying someone at a salon lots of $$$$$) is to dye it dark and then leave it for six months.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Come December the colour I loved had started to grow out and once again I seemed to have some kind of balayage happening (despite having not dyed it since April).</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Then just after Christmas I decided I'd had enough of my long locks and I lopped them off! My hair once again seems to have changed colour despite not having done anything to the colour.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sometimes it looks really blonde, other times it looks really red, now I just have to decide what colour I actually want it!<br />
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I love messing around with my hair and it's so much fun to see how different hair can make a person look, if you are in need of a change just do it! </div>
Lexi Wittkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12643716007014644991noreply@blogger.com