tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29496927713548028892024-03-13T14:42:58.686-07:00Bicycle PiratePlundering and pillaging the streets dressed like its stolen...Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949692771354802889.post-67512215654580962042010-05-25T05:14:00.000-07:002010-05-25T05:18:36.549-07:00UP FOR SALE<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/S_u_tCXuuJI/AAAAAAAAAXY/8PMKiBOkh7k/s1600/IMG_8310.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/S_u_tCXuuJI/AAAAAAAAAXY/8PMKiBOkh7k/s400/IMG_8310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475180552450390162" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">New Feather Children headdresses now for sale at <a href="http://featherchildrenlove.etsy.com">featherchildrenlove.etsy.com</a></span></span><br /><a href="http://featherchildren.blogspot.com"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Featherchildren.blogspot.com</span></span></a><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949692771354802889.post-44922422617405560762009-09-15T00:43:00.001-07:002009-09-15T00:46:09.075-07:00Feather Child<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/Sq9GErbEexI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Ugo_4T6M-uE/s1600-h/feather+child2+004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/Sq9GErbEexI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Ugo_4T6M-uE/s400/feather+child2+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381597125920717586" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Go there...now<br /><br /><a href="http://featherchildren.blogspot.com">Feather child</a><br /><br /><br /></span></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949692771354802889.post-29443308176219831672009-06-09T16:40:00.000-07:002009-06-09T16:52:08.521-07:0010 little indians<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/Si7zPDnN9TI/AAAAAAAAAPU/rHegTGtKVxw/s1600-h/025.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345477247728743730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/Si7zPDnN9TI/AAAAAAAAAPU/rHegTGtKVxw/s400/025.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"> I'm sorry I tricked you all there is not 10 indians in this picture, just one, but there could be ten if you caught them and put them in little jars but i think that would be cruel so better not, or at least make them big jars. I am still working on my band in a jar idea where I shrink bands i like and put them in jars and make them play music for me when ever I want it shall be amazing once I work out how to shrink them and then i will have to capture them, I think I'll make a sign that says BANDS COME PLAY OVER HERE AND I'LL GIVE YOU LOOKS OF MONEY they will surely come then BOOM i shall shrink them and they will live the rest of their days in a jar but i will feed them bamboo so life will be good. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;">The End.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949692771354802889.post-11083611990151066552009-06-01T02:27:00.001-07:002009-06-01T02:30:58.909-07:00Autumn daze...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SiOfOWdhBiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/dj0Vfqpl-zg/s1600-h/BBD+013.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SiOfOWdhBiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/dj0Vfqpl-zg/s400/BBD+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342288651887904290" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Today was a glorious public holiday. The sun was shining the birds were singing and the sounds of the builders radio from down the street was wafting sweet music through my windows. Its days like these i wish could last for ever, with nothing much to do but ride through the leafy streets taking photos and making strange art works.<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949692771354802889.post-77405478705899173112009-05-31T05:08:00.000-07:002009-05-31T05:14:22.400-07:00Sophie takes pictures<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SiJ0hCbk4PI/AAAAAAAAAPE/bNddnJ2qh20/s1600-h/me.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341960218951868658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SiJ0hCbk4PI/AAAAAAAAAPE/bNddnJ2qh20/s400/me.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;">The wonderful Sophie from <a href="http://sophietakespictures.blogspot.com/">Sophie Takes Pictures </a>photoshoped this for me, its amazing. Check out her blog.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949692771354802889.post-51692515873323493112009-05-30T02:54:00.000-07:002009-05-30T03:07:32.017-07:00Caravan Girl...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SiEDtZB1a3I/AAAAAAAAAO8/FkSYQyp0U1Y/s1600-h/258.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341554711385697138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SiEDtZB1a3I/AAAAAAAAAO8/FkSYQyp0U1Y/s400/258.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SiEDtM4cH7I/AAAAAAAAAO0/ifeDrNaEGvw/s1600-h/336.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341554708125065138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SiEDtM4cH7I/AAAAAAAAAO0/ifeDrNaEGvw/s400/336.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SiEDs1EyILI/AAAAAAAAAOs/3vXWnFgyIc8/s1600-h/337.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341554701734387890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SiEDs1EyILI/AAAAAAAAAOs/3vXWnFgyIc8/s400/337.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SiEDsrN0JKI/AAAAAAAAAOk/6rJZOIw0EvU/s1600-h/351.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341554699087914146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SiEDsrN0JKI/AAAAAAAAAOk/6rJZOIw0EvU/s400/351.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SiEDsbhVbNI/AAAAAAAAAOc/k6nu0jv3_-o/s1600-h/427.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341554694874819794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SiEDsbhVbNI/AAAAAAAAAOc/k6nu0jv3_-o/s400/427.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">I thought it high time i let you all see my pirate ship where myself and Maryanne reside, but seeing as <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">i'm</span> less of a sea pirate and more of a bicycle pirate currently, my pirate ship resembles a caravan. I love my caravan so so much, every morning i wake up and feel ridiculously happy as i look around my little home. There is tie dye everywhere, a little too much some may say but i think you can NEVER have too much tie dye. I have always been fond of putting feathers in my hair and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">lately</span> i have been experimenting more and more with my head pieces. I wear them out all the time and often get strangle looks, but as i am used to being called <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Indian</span> or <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Gypsy</span> or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">hippy</span> or pirate it does not really bother me. Also i came across these AMAZING crochet shorts the other day i love them so so so much but i think they are <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">going</span> to be a bit hard to wear out to any public place that is not a beach which is unfortunate. My <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Technicolour</span> dream coat in the last two pics is also one of my all time favourite <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">items</span> in the world..I think i would be naked if it were not for <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">op shops</span>/thrift stores they are the most magical treasure chests filled with old worn love.</span></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949692771354802889.post-78532171597016035492009-05-30T02:48:00.000-07:002009-05-30T02:54:30.621-07:00Daisy chain crowns...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SiEBSJ0_eKI/AAAAAAAAAOU/hQ2YTkz69R4/s1600-h/247.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341552044425574562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SiEBSJ0_eKI/AAAAAAAAAOU/hQ2YTkz69R4/s400/247.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SiEBRujRp4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/5jU8Uw3wg4w/s1600-h/245.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341552037103511426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SiEBRujRp4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/5jU8Uw3wg4w/s400/245.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Every the summer i was 17 and living at home i would make a daisy chain crown with the daisys out the front of my house, by the end of the day they were wilted but it didn't matter. Daisys are my absoulute favouite flowers. I tried to find some good fake ones that wouldn't wilt so i could wear them at night but alas the fake flower shops do not favour the white leafed yellow centred variety so this is the best i could find. I just got back from an amazing adventure with sir stompface, it was full of disgises, kittens, cheese and swedish vampires and along the way i also picked up this amazing dress for $10 it makes me feel so 90's i love it!</span> </span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949692771354802889.post-89528543359813423232009-05-30T02:45:00.000-07:002009-05-30T02:48:13.751-07:00Straight<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SiEATKNrijI/AAAAAAAAAOE/mjw7q1F3FHs/s1600-h/007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341550962197367346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SiEATKNrijI/AAAAAAAAAOE/mjw7q1F3FHs/s400/007.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> Yes yes, on my way to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">see some</span> wonderful music played in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">the most</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">psychedelic</span> way as only Pond can do. I straightened my hair for the first time in forever </span><span style="font-family:arial;">it looks so...so...straight</span><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949692771354802889.post-18938391196836090702009-05-15T23:30:00.000-07:002009-05-15T23:38:11.511-07:00Black, white and shades of grey...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/Sg5d03Wf-xI/AAAAAAAAAN8/YZb_DCCj638/s1600-h/018+-+Copy.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336305771273517842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/Sg5d03Wf-xI/AAAAAAAAAN8/YZb_DCCj638/s400/018+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/Sg5d0vIztvI/AAAAAAAAAN0/a4NwdRQrsII/s1600-h/012+-+Copy.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336305769068607218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/Sg5d0vIztvI/AAAAAAAAAN0/a4NwdRQrsII/s400/012+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><span style="color:#666666;">Yesterday on one of my op shop adventures, i managed to get my hands on this delicious white blazer for $3, it fills my heart with happiness and leaves my wallet with money in it. Later that night whilst cruising with Velvet Jr i saw pretty much the same blazer in sports girl for about a million more dollars and that made me even happier so Happy in fact that i celebrated by listening to the incredible string band. Hooray for op shops and old people who had fashion sense and then lost all their sense and gave their amazing items to the good Sammy's.</span> </span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949692771354802889.post-91102762279986877752009-05-08T06:18:00.000-07:002009-05-08T06:45:58.298-07:00Night Rider...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SgQzgQa3wTI/AAAAAAAAANs/zuqRU5u4rsE/s1600-h/019.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333444487970013490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SgQzgQa3wTI/AAAAAAAAANs/zuqRU5u4rsE/s400/019.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SgQzgEF3ZNI/AAAAAAAAANk/i_ybhvCZBlo/s1600-h/011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333444484660683986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SgQzgEF3ZNI/AAAAAAAAANk/i_ybhvCZBlo/s400/011.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SgQzfnN6qzI/AAAAAAAAANc/snim5LofXdY/s1600-h/003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333444476909824818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SgQzfnN6qzI/AAAAAAAAANc/snim5LofXdY/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;">It has been a while since a post with a beautiful bicycle specimen involved, to all you bicycle lovers, I'm sorry. This has been due to a few reasons. Firstly Maryanne has been a bit sick and been in and out of surgery, and my beloved Jack well one morning i woke up and he was gone, later that day i received a text from my friend saying she had seen jack on my parents front lawn ready for roadside pickup. My dad explained that jack had died and i just needed to realised that he wasn't going to get better this time. So after just having had my heart ripped out for the second time in 5 months i decided on a new course of action, there was no way that i would put down the sword and leave pirating the streets to other incompetent individuals, no i needed a new comrade and i knew just where to find him...well not exactly where but after some scouting i found out where Mr Velvet, who had conveniently decided to leave the country last december, had stowed Velvet Jr. So a pirating i went and now Velvet Jr is safely in my possession and i can go back to terrorising the streets with my new biker gang The Northwood Bandits. No one will be safe from water and flour bombs NO ONE.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;">But for now we are off on a midnight mission for licorice.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;">Status update: mission accomplished, licorice in my stomach...delicious</span></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949692771354802889.post-56296127182371004952009-05-08T04:17:00.000-07:002009-05-08T04:19:38.397-07:00Love love love<div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;">Lots and lots of new photo love at </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"><a href="http://littlesparrowphotography.blogspot.com/">Little Sparrow</a></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"><a href="http://littlesparrowphotography.blogspot.com/">Click here</a></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949692771354802889.post-37077356579928280252009-05-04T20:56:00.000-07:002009-05-04T21:34:03.562-07:00Flares + stompface + JT + french bears = amazing times<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/Sf_AMOFjq3I/AAAAAAAAANU/iOa2waPEHHg/s1600-h/flare3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332191800002325362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/Sf_AMOFjq3I/AAAAAAAAANU/iOa2waPEHHg/s400/flare3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/Sf_AL-XPpwI/AAAAAAAAANM/951PSypc9aM/s1600-h/flare6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332191795781543682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/Sf_AL-XPpwI/AAAAAAAAANM/951PSypc9aM/s400/flare6.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/Sf_AL0T3EpI/AAAAAAAAANE/_dBlvHfacG4/s1600-h/flare5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332191793082995346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/Sf_AL0T3EpI/AAAAAAAAANE/_dBlvHfacG4/s400/flare5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/Sf_ALh_1O3I/AAAAAAAAAM8/MC2tXdPVMTM/s1600-h/flare2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332191788167150450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/Sf_ALh_1O3I/AAAAAAAAAM8/MC2tXdPVMTM/s400/flare2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/Sf_ALvQOgAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/QQxDvwql_9s/s1600-h/flare1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332191791725576194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/Sf_ALvQOgAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/QQxDvwql_9s/s400/flare1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/Sf-62UezsuI/AAAAAAAAAMk/KFgPpDLQ6jg/s1600-h/053.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332185926203585250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/Sf-62UezsuI/AAAAAAAAAMk/KFgPpDLQ6jg/s400/053.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/Sf-61iQXj2I/AAAAAAAAAMU/kXSbB2pgOg8/s1600-h/063.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332185912721248098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/Sf-61iQXj2I/AAAAAAAAAMU/kXSbB2pgOg8/s400/063.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#336666;">Saturday was a magical day, in the morning Maryanne and I went on an adventure to find some learn to speak spanish tapes and then we went to get Stompface from the train station and bring her back to out pirate ship. Then we had a picnic in the park and got rather happy. More pics here </span><a href="http://estragedbestfriendsclub.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#336666;">Estranged best friends club</span></a><span style="color:#336666;">.</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;">I then rediscoverd the joy of flares, yes i pulled out my old one from the bottom of my draws and thought, its about time i put you on my legs, i was stoked they still fit, seeing as they are a size 6, so much joy! I pretty much was the happiest i've been in a pair of jeans in a long long time, they made me feel so free. </span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#336666;">Later that day we ventured over to James William Terrys humble abode, yes he lives in a shed</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#336666;">for some fun, then headed out with him to a 21st that me and Stompface were not envited to but JT was telling them i was his sister, so they welcomed us with open arms. The night took us to some crazy places, discovering french teddys, spitting off bridges to try and hit cars, reanacting janet jackson pictures, arguing with bouncers but finally gettng into the clun when the manager saw that at least 15 people wouldnt come in if they didnt let me in, dancing wildly to passion pit, making mi goreng back at JT's at 4 in the morning....Its a wonderfull life. </span></div><div align="center"> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949692771354802889.post-63086874758010891392009-04-30T02:20:00.000-07:002009-04-30T02:31:25.566-07:00It's in the nose<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SflvuTM8wNI/AAAAAAAAAMM/i8YqWJrOG7Q/s1600-h/030.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330414475188945106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SflvuTM8wNI/AAAAAAAAAMM/i8YqWJrOG7Q/s400/030.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/Sflvnzz09JI/AAAAAAAAAME/OloOZgBdUsY/s1600-h/032.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330414363682862226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/Sflvnzz09JI/AAAAAAAAAME/OloOZgBdUsY/s400/032.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SflvfS9HXvI/AAAAAAAAAL8/hH9GGHqhzLs/s1600-h/052.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330414217424494322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SflvfS9HXvI/AAAAAAAAAL8/hH9GGHqhzLs/s400/052.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SflvXNwuPVI/AAAAAAAAAL0/csdxJqzOdQw/s1600-h/063.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330414078591384914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SflvXNwuPVI/AAAAAAAAAL0/csdxJqzOdQw/s400/063.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;">tank handmade, cardy TopShop, shorts and shoes Vintage, beanie Marc Jacobs</span></em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#330033;">So today i was pretty bored and after crusing all the opshops within ridding distance and scoring some AMAZING items of clothing, i decided to ride into the city, where i saw a place that said body piercing, and after wanting a nose ring since yr 8 but never getting one cause my mum would flip i decided why not.</span></div></div><div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330033;">so i went in and 10 minutes later i had something silver in my nose. I like it but at the same time im a little nervous seeing as my sister told me i looked disgusting, my nephews pointed at told me i looked weird and neice said 'i don't like it, i don't like it' and ran into her room crying. Stompface the only other who has seen it loves it, its a little too big for my liking but in a few weeks i can put a smaller one in, that is if i can keep it that long!</span> </div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949692771354802889.post-59707016742003234032009-04-06T02:27:00.000-07:002009-04-06T02:43:47.067-07:00The cultral adviser will now be fired....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SdnOqX_qn7I/AAAAAAAAAK8/rB9DjS_eE2o/s1600-h/wolf+080.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SdnOqX_qn7I/AAAAAAAAAK8/rB9DjS_eE2o/s400/wolf+080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321511662105829298" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SdnNzDaU4lI/AAAAAAAAAKk/BnlCoKeWtSY/s1600-h/wolf+075.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SdnNzDaU4lI/AAAAAAAAAKk/BnlCoKeWtSY/s400/wolf+075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321510711687701074" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SdnNKa5eWWI/AAAAAAAAAKU/c99mh44duTI/s1600-h/wolf+071.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SdnNKa5eWWI/AAAAAAAAAKU/c99mh44duTI/s400/wolf+071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321510013617723746" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">So i picked up some amazing shoes today...no they are not docs unfortunately but look the same and a quarter of the price, which suits me just fine, i also picked up this amazing wold T and CUT CUT CUT IT. I am a massive fan of the crop tee, although i think i will need to work out before i start wearing the really cropped ones in public! I had the most ridiculously crazy weekend, think climbing over fences, up trees and onto peoples roof tops at 3 in the morning...pro surfers, me, bathrooms, risky escapes through windows, hiding behind cars, ping pong, and a guy with three thumbs...no but seriously he had THREE!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">I wish every weekend could be like this...hmmm actually i don't. On second thoughts it would be really really bad, but once in every while its always fun to wake up with a massive bruise on your leg, tears in your stockings and some surfers bracelet on your wrist!!</span><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949692771354802889.post-17903320205211724392009-03-29T18:22:00.000-07:002009-03-29T18:23:37.433-07:00death and destruction<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">Well sirs, there has been some bad news.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">Whilst i was away seeking adventures in magical lands for a few months there was no one to take care of Maryanne and Jack...and now they are dying. </span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">I'm trying to fix them but my bicycle fixing skills are not as good as they should be. </span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">Its breaking my heart, I've had to walk everywhere lately.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">So for now there will be no more bicycle pictures...but i shall entertain you with other magical antics until my babies return to the world of the riding.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949692771354802889.post-63496311710172073532009-03-29T18:06:00.001-07:002009-03-29T18:34:12.874-07:00Back with a vengeance...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SdAg3MWHKPI/AAAAAAAAAKE/MhapOSNTOA0/s1600-h/IMG_2644.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SdAg3MWHKPI/AAAAAAAAAKE/MhapOSNTOA0/s400/IMG_2644.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318787292503419122" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SdAgnz_E0qI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/K-NNgA2R9oY/s1600-h/2651_70672746636_680661636_2121650_4636712_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SdAgnz_E0qI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/K-NNgA2R9oY/s400/2651_70672746636_680661636_2121650_4636712_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318787028266308258" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SdAeZl-xTyI/AAAAAAAAAJk/EPvGW5NgAP0/s1600-h/IMG_2679.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SdAeZl-xTyI/AAAAAAAAAJk/EPvGW5NgAP0/s400/IMG_2679.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318784584965508898" border="0" /></a><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SdAeHRxeJwI/AAAAAAAAAJc/zkK0ksJaOTA/s1600-h/IMG_2673.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SdAeHRxeJwI/AAAAAAAAAJc/zkK0ksJaOTA/s400/IMG_2673.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318784270303373058" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">This night was such a wild ride, at one point in time i was up on stage with the band the silents playing some mad tambourine, it was incredible...then i found my self with a mask on top my head, which turned out to be one of the guys from the band carbuncle. Oh i am in love with that band so much, i do recall telling them i wanted to marry them all and then shrink them and put them in marmalade jars and then make them play music when i please!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Some how i ended up home making nachos at 4 in the morning with La Mar wearing my fur coat...And having to wake up at 6 cause he kept setting his alarm to go off every hour!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">I wish every night could be like this!</span><br /><br /><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949692771354802889.post-18547867895672089662009-02-10T18:15:00.000-08:002009-02-10T18:21:37.874-08:00Click It<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong><em>The End.</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cccccc;">For every ending there is a new beginning</span> </em></strong></span></div><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#330099;"></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#330099;"><a href="http://littlesparrowphotography.blogspot.com/"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301358413039779234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SZI1Y4xDvaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/byEmyuKtbrA/s400/tittle.bmp" border="0" /></a></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949692771354802889.post-20899910918596241632009-01-16T19:12:00.000-08:002009-01-16T19:30:15.087-08:00Dirty Dirty Flanno<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SXFQU0eK5uI/AAAAAAAAAIs/SApWpAH3Op8/s1600-h/IMG_0220.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SXFQU0eK5uI/AAAAAAAAAIs/SApWpAH3Op8/s400/IMG_0220.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292099355749836514" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SXFP10F4IiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/esPV29cKaDk/s1600-h/IMG_0233.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SXFP10F4IiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/esPV29cKaDk/s400/IMG_0233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292098823071998498" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SXFPVV6f8YI/AAAAAAAAAIc/KyOSOLCK4bw/s1600-h/IMG_0204.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SXFPVV6f8YI/AAAAAAAAAIc/KyOSOLCK4bw/s400/IMG_0204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292098265215398274" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SXFOan-Ba8I/AAAAAAAAAIM/ImbDj0ySzSs/s1600-h/IMG_0174.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SXFOan-Ba8I/AAAAAAAAAIM/ImbDj0ySzSs/s400/IMG_0174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292097256449731522" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Shirt:Diesel(and no i did not pay for it), Beanie, Bracelet & ring: Marc Jacobs </span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" >In my opinion the only way to wear flannos is in a men Large, old and dirty...or stolen off some guy in NY when he was being a dickhead... So wear dirty flannos with pride, buy them cheap at the super market or if you want to wear an expesive one, make sure someone else paid for it.</span><br /><br /> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" >xx</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" >Bicycle Pirate</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">P.S. i just got my fringe(bangs) cut... some day i love it some days i wish i hadn't cut it, I'm not sure if i will row it out straight away or keep it?</span><br /><br /><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949692771354802889.post-1060798743185036142009-01-04T20:38:00.000-08:002009-01-04T20:55:05.457-08:00Hungry bread and butter hustle...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SWGSTx_GF7I/AAAAAAAAAIE/6LV4zfD6Rdg/s1600-h/Tansies+179.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SWGSTx_GF7I/AAAAAAAAAIE/6LV4zfD6Rdg/s400/Tansies+179.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287668306042820530" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SWGSIIlwKRI/AAAAAAAAAH8/hE35uV8lqus/s1600-h/Tansies+174.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SWGSIIlwKRI/AAAAAAAAAH8/hE35uV8lqus/s400/Tansies+174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287668105952110866" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SWGRmGCqzvI/AAAAAAAAAH0/4PRzbgFS4Fg/s1600-h/Tansies+195.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SWGRmGCqzvI/AAAAAAAAAH0/4PRzbgFS4Fg/s400/Tansies+195.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287667521152536306" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SWGQ7Wp6CcI/AAAAAAAAAHs/k2zlmySw0Ag/s1600-h/Tansies+177.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SWGQ7Wp6CcI/AAAAAAAAAHs/k2zlmySw0Ag/s400/Tansies+177.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287666786877704642" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Its been so long i know, but that's because I've been getting frostbite in Canada, and partying in NYC...here are a few pics of my delectable fur coat i got at a op shop/thrift store for $10!! it amost felt as if i was stealing it! Im sorry to all my bicycle fans, no bikes in these photos but in a few weeks i'll be back in the sunny country and hanging with marry anne and jack so you will get your fill of spokes!</span> <span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /><br />Bicycle Pirate</span> <span style="font-family:times new roman;">xx</span><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949692771354802889.post-26332135824975804542008-11-30T00:43:00.000-08:002008-11-30T00:52:59.321-08:00I'm not DEAD...just really really cold...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/STJUSptWT4I/AAAAAAAAAHk/f1DR5cmda_4/s1600-h/t4"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/STJUSptWT4I/AAAAAAAAAHk/f1DR5cmda_4/s400/t4" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274370793014710146" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/STJUDuDzJfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/pyToTnAH7X0/s1600-h/t3"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/STJUDuDzJfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/pyToTnAH7X0/s400/t3" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274370536484578802" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/STJT_-2WFtI/AAAAAAAAAHU/x6Ue1yQVXvs/s1600-h/t2"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/STJT_-2WFtI/AAAAAAAAAHU/x6Ue1yQVXvs/s400/t2" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274370472272074450" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:times new roman;" >yes no posty posts at all, and with good reason, for i have got on a plane and traveled to america land, and in a few short days i shall be in the land of the beavers(Canada), where unfourtunatly there shall not be many pictures of my beautiful bicycle so i shall just take pictures of other beautiful things like garden knomes and snow angels and pickle jars...ok maybe not pickle jars. and also mr velvet said i must return famous, so im trying to think of something i can be famous for...any suggestions? I leave you all for a little while longer, with pictures of my last weekend with Mr Velvet and beloved stompface</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:times new roman;" ><br /><br />xx</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:times new roman;" >Bicycle Pirate</span><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949692771354802889.post-80872176358424146742008-11-15T05:52:00.000-08:002008-11-15T06:03:20.473-08:00Twirl for me like a little girl<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SR7UvoOPC5I/AAAAAAAAAHE/oKHOOo82HzA/s1600-h/lacelove+055.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SR7UvoOPC5I/AAAAAAAAAHE/oKHOOo82HzA/s400/lacelove+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268882528786123666" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SR7UmiHhsJI/AAAAAAAAAG8/EKiRIf1_Axk/s1600-h/lacelove+037.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SR7UmiHhsJI/AAAAAAAAAG8/EKiRIf1_Axk/s400/lacelove+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268882372528550034" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SR7Udj3bvhI/AAAAAAAAAG0/j-yH1gubZIc/s1600-h/lacelove+026.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SR7Udj3bvhI/AAAAAAAAAG0/j-yH1gubZIc/s400/lacelove+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268882218379099666" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;">Customized T, Skirt, spicy sugar. Shoes, Bardot. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: times new roman;">There are days when all you want to do is spin around and dance with a tambourine. Today was one of those days. Luckily for me i found the perfect spinning skirt, although i do have vertigo which makes it hard for me to spin with out falling over getting extremely nauseous and breaking things, but i try. </span><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949692771354802889.post-83333324726583769802008-11-11T19:44:00.000-08:002008-11-11T19:55:18.874-08:00You can't be me I'm a Rock Star<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SRpSWNyo2FI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GDLs2n2zqVo/s1600-h/rockstar+275.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SRpSWNyo2FI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GDLs2n2zqVo/s400/rockstar+275.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267613255775869010" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SRpSPxqq-oI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rXy4PGuNvkc/s1600-h/rockstar+227.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SRpSPxqq-oI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rXy4PGuNvkc/s400/rockstar+227.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267613145147046530" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SRpSKWq38kI/AAAAAAAAAGc/evw2onLpGrk/s1600-h/rockstar+224.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SRpSKWq38kI/AAAAAAAAAGc/evw2onLpGrk/s400/rockstar+224.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267613052000793154" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;">leatherette tights, Jamie Lee. T, shredded by moi</span>.<br /><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Well here you are stompface, no i don't mid that you are a stalker at all, i am happy to have such a wonderful stalker, you are everything a stalker should be...and more. This is what i wore to watch some wonderful bands play the other day. Yes i have secret dreams of looking 'cool rock star chic'. I don't know if i will ever really achieve this, but i can try can i not? YES I CAN. These leather tights are possibly one of the best things that has ever happened to my wardrobe. Oh and i attempted the shredding home work, you cant really see it in these pic, but it turned out pretty well. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">P.s. I need new hair.</span><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949692771354802889.post-40984315499027066202008-11-10T15:54:00.000-08:002008-11-10T15:57:51.940-08:00Bicycle Porn<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SRjJyUwOmKI/AAAAAAAAAGU/K1emvMVOck0/s1600-h/gucci-bicycle-beijing-2008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267181630611429538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SRjJyUwOmKI/AAAAAAAAAGU/K1emvMVOck0/s400/gucci-bicycle-beijing-2008.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"><em>Gucci Bicycle</em></span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"> Is this not the single most beautiful thing in the world? The red one is amazing but i preffer the army green one with the chocolate saddle bags, i just couldn't find a big enough picture of it. I dont think i can be truly happy until it is mine.<br /></div></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949692771354802889.post-51822545454333727372008-10-29T21:48:00.001-07:002008-10-31T03:52:06.330-07:00Velvet Jnr<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SQk87pmszHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/I4KMpojOL04/s1600-h/Velvet+029.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262804635037256818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SQk87pmszHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/I4KMpojOL04/s400/Velvet+029.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SQk81oCfgGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jKKrdJ86yn8/s1600-h/Velvet+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262804531537739874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SQk81oCfgGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jKKrdJ86yn8/s400/Velvet+009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SQk8rWXrSEI/AAAAAAAAAF8/u47mj6LQqzE/s1600-h/Velvet+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262804354996062274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SQk8rWXrSEI/AAAAAAAAAF8/u47mj6LQqzE/s400/Velvet+004.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:times new roman;" >Skirt, Vintage leather. Top, Bettina Liano. Boots, Tony Bianco, Bike, Velvet Jnr</span><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:times new roman;" >This morning i manged to commandeered Mr Velvets Bicycle, Velvet Jnr. I was in need of some mode of transport to take me from the velvety lair to my pirate ship at 6:30 in the morning and i chanced upon this fine creation. The ride was as smooth as its names sake, and i would love to keep Velvet Jnr locked away, but alas, i fear i would be made walk the plank of my own ship if i did any such thing. </span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-size:85%;" >I decided to have a little adventure however with Velvet Jnr whilst he was in my possestion. So me and new vintage skirt which was horribly long until i took pity on her and cut her short short short, well not too short, but short enough to transform the hidious unglyness into soemthing beautiful.<br />Lets all shout HOORAY for Velvet and leather HOORAY.</span> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949692771354802889.post-56897834219268135242008-10-27T19:26:00.000-07:002008-10-27T23:51:12.222-07:00BackPack Love<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SQZ487hBO6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/RyS9m0eOUbY/s1600-h/heart+115.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262026202792672162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SQZ487hBO6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/RyS9m0eOUbY/s400/heart+115.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SQZ41eAdATI/AAAAAAAAAFs/6DAybs8gwQg/s1600-h/heart+100.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262026074612367666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SQZ41eAdATI/AAAAAAAAAFs/6DAybs8gwQg/s400/heart+100.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SQZ4vTOL3aI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ZtrPKVNY5Sc/s1600-h/heart+083.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262025968637959586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SQZ4vTOL3aI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ZtrPKVNY5Sc/s400/heart+083.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SQZ4n3gzFmI/AAAAAAAAAFc/5gWQ2vZERLA/s1600-h/heart+074.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262025840940750434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SQZ4n3gzFmI/AAAAAAAAAFc/5gWQ2vZERLA/s400/heart+074.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SQZ4hZDbX5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/fRefXdq3jsg/s1600-h/heart+065.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262025729685282706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7xbibIyQHk/SQZ4hZDbX5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/fRefXdq3jsg/s400/heart+065.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:times new roman;" ><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255); FONT-STYLE: italic">Jeans, customized. Vest, Pirate Nate's Mums. BackPack, Vintage. </span></span><br /><br />It is true, there is a new love in my life, is it a bird? is it a plane? No it's SUPERMAN...oh i mean its MR BACKPACK...yes, Mr Backpack was looking awfully lonely until i decided to take him home and make him my constant companion, since that glorious moment of discovery he has hardly left my back. The beauty of the backpack is that you forget you even have it on. Hand bags can be extremely aggravating when wore out dancing, but with a back pack you can dance your little heart out with out anything constantly falling off your arm. Backpacks are also the perfect companion for going on adventures, they just sit there on your back quietly holding all your goodies. I remember when the oversize totes came out and i thought to my self, i shall never carry anything else, but i was wrong, the backpack has captured my heart and put it in it's front left pocket.</span> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com10