Room update..

Anyone who knows me will tell you I want to be organized but am quite a messy person. But only in my bedroom. In the rest of the house I am a bit disciplinary with the cleanliness and organization. When it comes to my bedroom, I feel like it is my personal space and no one else really sees it and the people who do are the people that know me best. 

Recently I decided to get organized. Now, I am in the middle of it but I thought I would let you all in on the process. The image on the left is mid clean up. I had pulled everything out of my wardrobe and my sheets were half peeled off. 

In my room I have my double bed, a five draw chest of draws (black with silver handles), a (meant to be five section shelf but only has five at the moment, in black) shelf , a double wardrobe with a top shelf and a chair. This may seem like quite a bit but I have ALOT of clothes and ALOT of shoes. So it is a bit of a problem. So before I go and buy my storage items and things I am organizing. 

I desperately need to buy a shoe rack. Upstairs I have eighteen pairs of shoes and downstairs I have another ten pairs. So in theory I will need a few shoe racks. And this doesn't include the shoes I will be buying in the next few months (flats, a few more boots, new heels). 

So at the moment, I have sixteen shoes at the end of my bed. It is out the way, I can see what I have and they can air and be seen. I have two pairs of shoes on top of my book shelf (my Miss Shoe heels and Nike kicks). The rest are downstairs in the garage shoe rack. 

I will do a closer picture of the shelves when I re-organize them better. But on top I have the two pairs of shoes I mentioned before and two feather boa's. The top shelf holds two paper/straw parasols, my 18 champagne glass, a few decorative bottles, a cat statue, my pen/pencil holder and a few pairs of sunglasses. The next shelf is beauty products, my hair straightener (which will go in my beauty draw when I clear it out), a public relations textbook, a Madison magazine, my make up case and a candle. 

The third shelf is Dvd's, my Devil Wears Prada book (my books are all still packed), my Lush soaps, some jewelry boxes, some pieces of jewelry, some cotton balls/QTips etc and my pencil case.

The last section holds my hand bags, purses and some kitchen stuff for when I move out and some tiny umbrellas. 

I haven't started organizing my draw yet but I always have the top of my draws done. For Christmas I got given a tea light chandelier which I use to hang necklaces and earrings. I use a floral tea cup to hang earrings and store my pearl necklace and my snake bracelet. In the dish I keep my favourite ring and a bracelet my boyfriend gave e. I keep my favourite sunglasses and their case up here, a few more pieces of jewelry decorate the plain space. I also have an old photo of a dog and a cat I once owned and I keep my 'fake-optical' faux-ray-bans up here to. Also I keep my daily organizer on here as it's next to my bed.

I am not even half way through organizing my cupboard. On the shelf I have some storage boxes and my work shoes. So the left side of my wardrobe I keep the stuff I keep for the sake of having them or stuff I think is special, like my high school jerseys, my trench coat I need to get re fitted and my faux-fur coat. So how I have organized my wardrobe is by item then colour. I started with dresses, then singlets, then T-shirts then vests and cardigans, throw overs and jackets. I also have my belts on a coat hanger and my hair extensions strung up in there but I will show those pictures in a later blog. On the outside I keep my silk maxi dress.

When I get further I will do another blog.

Stay organized or chaotic.

AccidentlySarah xx

What's in my Everyday Makeup Bag

I am one of those girls who has loved make up since before I even knew what it was really for. I remember fiddling with my mum's make up when I was really little trying to figure out how it all worked. Through the years I  have taught myself which products are best for me and how to use them best. And so, this is what is in my day to day make up bag.

So it seems a lot, but it seriously isn't. Basically what is there is a primer, two fluid foundations, a powder foundation, a light liquid concealer, four brushes, two Q-Tips, Bobby Pins, a cuticle pusher, nail clippers, tweezers, two eyeshadow/blush pallets, eyeliner, mascara and two lipsticks.


Okay so starting with the foundations and primers. The primer I use is Rimmel London's Fix & Perfect foundation primer in 001. I don't really like this primer as it is a little to creamy and I tend to let it settle on my skin for about five minutes before applying foundation. But I haven't really found one I love yet.

Usually I use MAC studio fix fluid for both day and night time foundation but I am trying some cheaper alternatives to see if I can find one the same or close to it. So for day time use I use Rimmel London's Stay Matte + skin pure complex in 100 Ivory. I find for the day time this foundation works quite well as it is light although slightly difficult to put on as it requires a lot of blending.
For occasions where I am going out to somewhere I might need more coverage I use Revlon's Photo Ready foundation in 005 Natural Beige. When I go clubbing I use a light Stay Matte cover to prime for the Photo Ready. It gives a coverage which stays all night.
For concealer, I use M.A.C's select cover up in NW25. I only need coverage for under my eyes so this is light enough to cover up the circles for both day and night.
And as a general foundation, which I lightly dust and buff over day and night foundations, I use M.A.C studio fix in NC35. I love the finishing look it gives.

Time for brushes. I don't like using sponges anymore and I used to have like 20 brushes but for the use of every day I just use these four. So to apply my daily foundation I use my Artiste professional duo fiber flat foundation brush. To blend my day time foundation in and for applying clubbing make up I use my stipple brush which is a M.A.C duo fiber 188. For powder and buffing and also blush I use my Artiste professional medium powder brush. Then for eyeshadow, smudging and eyebrows I use my Artiste professional eye shadow brush. I need to buy a few new brushes for blush, contouring and such, but money is limited you know.
Also I keep my tweezers, cuticle pusher and nail clippers in my every day make up case or else I would lose them. Also I like to keep a few bobby pins to push back my hair while I do my make up. The Q-Tips are to apply lipstick and to also help with eye make up and such. I change these nearly every day.

Now to lipstick. I tend to favor these two lipsticks more then any others because, well, I use them the most. But they are, Revlon 090 True Red and Max Factor 610 Angel Pink. I try not to use the red straight from the tube onto my lips in the day time as it is quite bright but I use the Angel Pink in the day time a lot with some concealer to make a colour I love.

And finally, eye stuff. So the pallets I use are quite old and probably full of bacteria and I mean to replace them very soon! Okay, so the one you can see on the right which is all plums, pinks and reds I use for highlighting my brow but also I use them as blush's, contours and highlighting my cheek bones.
The darker pallet I often use instead of eyeliner and I love creating smokey eyes with them.
Don't even ask where I got them, because they came in a set I got a present and it was unmarked. But they work well, so who cares what the brand is right.
The eye liner I use at the moment is Revlon Colour Stay in black. And for Mascara I use M.A.C's False Lash in black which is absolutely amazing.


Okay, so I am going to do a review of most the products I talked about today in the next week or so. So stay ...tuned?


Stay beautiful.
AccidentlySarah xx

Personality Dilemma

Sometimes I forget who I am. Today I had a slight hit of this. I looked next to my bed, to where I have random stuff while my carpet was being cleaned. 
On a chair (no idea where this chair came from, it randomly appeared in my room one day and has never been taken away), is my printer. On my printer is my sky blue, Colette Dinigan purse, my rosary-bead-cross necklace made in Byron Bay, my tea cup where I keep an assortment of things (it has never been used for any liquid). Currently inside is a plastic pearl necklace, an easter egg wrapper, a leopard print bracelet, a gold plated bracelet, a Q-Tip, a nail polish remover wipe and my name badge for work. 
Also sitting on the printer is a box of tampons and my khaki coat. 
There was one thing on this chair which really is not me. Tampons. I hate them, why are they there. It was this tiny insignificant thing which sent my mind wandering as to who the hell I am. 

I looked further around my room and everything seemed to fit into my personality pretty well. 
My Unit flat brim hat hanging on my wall. The only thing hanging on my wall in fact.
A few feather boa's, shoes of every style you could ever think of. Giant hand bags and clutch hand bags. A shell pink, leather brief case which used to hold make up. Lot's of pens and paper. CD's. A steal-lock-and-key CD case which I call the gun case. Leather, lace and studs. Stripes, spots and love hearts. Bandanas. Magazines. After sun lotion. Text books for media law and public relations. More shoes. Hair dryers and a hair curler. Bus tickets and rose petals. Yeah, I have a messy room okay. But it's not ALL on the floor. Just some of it.
I am not a tidy person. Well I am, just not in my room. I have silk sheets and a (faux) fur blanket. I have random little tables and random bit chairs in my room. I have black furniture and white walls. It doesn't make sense. Sue me.
But it is who I am. But one tiny thing in my room threw me off. The tampons. I couldn't believe it. But it's not who I am. And it made me think about those people who hide their real personalities behind season by season covers. 
A conversation with a friend last night about 'teeny boppers' also was a little bit of a spark for my blabber of today. We were talking about how they are ruining real styles, like Indi and punk rocker. It is a shame because the real people behind these styles live the lifestyle but the mainstream, cheap stores mass produce their clothing and then suddenly every fourteen year old girl is dressed as one. It's wrong, but it's the way things are.
I wear clothes I bought when I was a lot younger (and can somehow still fit into, trust me that isn't many pieces). I wear clothes I bought last week. I mix and match. I dress how I feel and how I want. So many people try to put me into a label, but i hate to tell them, I am not anything. I am just me.
Does this upset me? Not really. Should it upset them? No, why should it?
In the end you just have to become comfortable in your own skin and live with it. 

Cold Hearted Love

I read a quote said by Charlie Sheen the other day which got my thinking about a lot of things.

"Best way to not get your heart broke is to pretend like you don't have one." Charlie Sheen

 I wish I couldn't relate to this quote. And I wish the person who made me this way didn't either. They say a bitch is someone who either someone who isn't willing to have their heart broken or someone who has had their heart broken before. I would be number one and then number two.


But for the purpose of today's useless dribble, I would like to focus on the person who made me the way I am. He is cold and heartless. To everyone else he has never loved and he never will. Even the people who say they know him well will say he is the type of person who is a rock and can never be broke. I know better.
He is just like everyone else. He was scared of falling in love and scared of getting hurt. So when he fell in love he decided to hurt the person before they could hurt him. It's a shame he couldn't get it through his head the person he hurt would have done anything for him, as long as he stayed.


I wish I could reach out to every person who believes hurting others will save themselves from getting hurt. I wish I could make them see what they think is wrong and that there are people out there who truly care for them. But I guess some people never learn. And for those who have been hurt by someone like this, it's really not you, it is them. Don't do what I have and shut off everyone who would ever try and love and support you. Because in the end, aren't I just like that cold son of a bitch?

My new workout plan! Weightloss the healthy, diet free way!

Okay, so I was going to put up a photo of my current weight but I couldn't get up the stairs after doing my first night of my new work out plan. But I will soon I promise. Now, a lot of people say I shouldn't be unhappy with my weight, but I am, simple. It has nothing to do with what other people say, I just feel like I could look a hell of a lot better. Every month I will be changing my work out plan so I don't hit the wall, but this is the first month!


Can I just add, while I am writing this I am slowly sipping a glass of room temperature water and I am sweating to death. When I am done I will somehow go upstairs. Okay so this months work out plan is a mix of my own history of exercise which has worked before and also a work out plan called 'Beach Babes' from a Youtube channel called ToneItUpcom (http://www.youtube.com/user/ToneItUpcom) who are amazing.


So I am going to take you guys through it step by step! Let me know if it works for you or if yours is different let me know what you are doing! I also apologize for how I described some of the exercises, some of them are difficult to explain.


-20 Frog Jumps: Stand with your legs at shoulder width and use this first stance as your starting and finishing point. Jump forwards, your legs still apart at the same width and then do a squat. Jump back to the original place and squat. Repeat.


-30 Side Lunges: Same stance as before lean to the right till your in a position your knee closer to the ground. Instead of returning to the original stance, keep going past the stance and twist your body, right knee connecting with left elbow. Then return to original stance. (See what I mean about bad description). Do this 30 reps for each side.


-5 Walk out Push Ups. Stand toes together. Go down as if you were going to touch your toes but as your do move your hands out till the are a step ahead, then keep moving outwards till your body is stretched out. Follow with one push up. Then use your hands to 'crawl' back up till you are standing. (I am only starting with 5 because I am terrible at push ups. I will increase by 5 each week).


-High Knees. Stand with feet about a foot apart. Join your hands together and keep them at chest height. Jog on the spot but bring your knees upwards to meet your hands which will go from side to side as you swing your arms. (I do this till I feel like I can't physically cannot do anymore).


-20 Waistline Crunches: Stand as if you are going to do a star jump. Legs apart but with only one arm in the air, the other on your hip. Start with the right side. Bring your arm down till it is bent and the elbow is about waist height. Bring the knee up to meet it. Return to starting position. Do this 20 reps for each side.


-Figure 8's- Stand with your feet and knees at shoulder width or feet together. Twist your hips so they looks like they are drawing an '8'. Swing your arms in a salsa style. Do this for about a minute or so.


-20 toe touches- I am starting this in the easy position. My legs slightly spread, arms straight in the air. Bring your arms down in a swinging motion to touch the space between your legs. Then bring back up to starting position. Rep 20 times. Once your flexibility increased, try with your legs together, or legs further apart.


-20 mixed toe touches- Repeat the above exercise but when returning to starting position bend slightly backwards. Do 20 reps.


-20 balances. With feet together take your right foot in your right hand. Lean forward and let your arm stretch out in front of you. Hold for five seconds then return to holding your foot. Repeat 20 times on each leg.


-20 Sit Ups- Start by laying back on your back and your knees bent. Bring yourself up till you are mid way between your knees. Then return back to position.


- Meditation- Sit with legs crossed and just relax. Let yourself slow your breathing.


For the first week I am only doing these exercises once. Each week I will step it up another rep. I will also be going for a jog most morning which before I will be doing 20 sit ups and some stretches and a little yoga.


To really make sure I am doing this right I will be eating what I want but in small proportions. I generally eat pretty healthy. But I will also be drinking more water.


Let's see if this works and let's get fit!


Keep Healthy!
AccidentlySarah xx

Tips&Tricks for Doing basic nails.

I decided to do a quick tutorial on how to do basic nails. No acrylics or gels or anything, which I will do later, but simply painting your own nails. I also added a few tips I have picked up. 

Okay, so to begin you will need five things. (Yes I know the picture is sideways). So you will need nail polish remover. For this I am using grape scented 'Remove It' wipes (nail polish remover pads) from Sportsgirl ($6.95). You will also need Vaseline (I got a baby tub for $2.95). Also small buds (Q-Tips) and a nail cleaner/cuticle pusher (which I got in a fake nail kit). Obviously you will need nail polish and today I am using just a cheapie from Rubi Shoes in the shade spearmint ($4.95).
So first you are going to need to fully clean your nails. My nail polish was ruined the night before when I picked at it on the long journey home from Brisbane. And yes my nails are short, I am in the process of growing them out again as they got weakened at work. You used to only be able to use a cotton ball and liquid nail polish remover which smelt terrible and would sting if you had any small cuts around your nails. What I find best is to use nail polish wipes. A lot of different companies use them but I chose the scented ones from Sportsgirl. A friend of mine uses one wipe per finger nail but I use one wipe per hand. So with the wipes, what I do is place the wipe on the nail and then rub the polish off...simple.

After this, soak your hands in a bowl of luke warm water. It will remove any nail polish remover remaining and soften your cuticles. Dry your hands and clean under the nails with a nail cleaner (I used the pointed end of my cuticle pusher). Then gently push back your cuticles with the slanted end of the pusher. The cuticles are the little bits of skin that cover your nails. Make sure to be really gentle when doing this. The picture on the left is after I have fully done all of this.

Next is the Vaseline. I like to use paw paw cream as Vaseline is made from petroleum (petrol), but I ran out. Using the Q-tip dip it generously into the Vaseline and run it around the nail, as close as possible to the nail itself. By doing this it stops any excess nail polish from going on the skin and can be easily removed. Use the other end of the Q-tip to wipe off any excess that makes it's way onto the nail.
Apply the first coat of nail polish. Some people start from the outside but i like to do one strip down the middle then the outer sides. Allow to fully dry before adding the next layers. To dry the first layer quicker you can run the nails under gentle running cold water.


As you can see in the photo on the right I have applied two coats and have made a bit of a mess around the nail. Keep applying as many coats as necessary to get the depth you need/want. After the last layer has been applied dip your fingers into a bowl of ice cold water. This dries the nail polish quicker. Keep your fingers there for around 2-5 minutes.
Dry your hands and then using a Q-tip carefully removed the vaseline around the nails. Hopefully the nail polish should go with it.

Once you are done your nails should look like mine do on the left. I will be doing another tutorial soon on how to apply your own fake nails and also another just like this once my nails are longer.
I am not the best at applying nail polish but hopefully you have picked up some tricks.


Stay beautiful.
Accidently Sarah xx

I'm Coming Home

Over the weekend I took a trip down memory lane. Saturday morning, through the rain, my boyfriend and myself took off down the highway for what was meant to be an hour drive. We took a pit stop and it turned out to be a 3 hours trip. No traffic, so do not even know how that happened.
We were setting off to go to my Mum's house. The house she lives in now is the house I was brought home to from the hospital when I was born. A little brick house in the ghetto. Small garden big enough for a big bird avery filled with parrots and finches and all sorts of noisy bastards.
Anyway, the boyfriend had never met her before. And to be honest, I was nervous. He wasn't. I think he knew enough about her to be calmer then a fish in water. When he did meet her they got along fine. Don't even know what I was worrying about.
I hate going home to my hometown. I lived there for fifteen years and yet I still can't quite come to grips with the place. It is odd. Very far from the place I live now. I stick out...still.
We went for a little shopping expedition. Trying to dress down a little, because I know the town uniform is no shoes, a ripped pair of shorts and a non fitting singlet, I wore black full length lycra tights, a kind of army printed shirt which I tied up to show a slight bit of belly as the tights are high tops, a pair of suspenders and my black fur top boots. I curled my hair and wore my make up simple. And yet, people still looked at me like I was an alien. The men nearly passed out from excitement and the women nearly passed out with jealousy or disgust. Now, on the other hand my boyfriend walked with his head high beside me enjoying the fact everyone was ogling at his girl. I sound a little vain, but I promise this is what happened.
But the thing about being home is the memories. Even the streets reminded me of the tiniest things. When I used to walk up to the shop for potato gems or sour lollies with my friends after small town carnivals. Or what I used to see every day on the walk to school. Or when Mum and Dad spent three hours picking out the new light fixtures. And although the house has changed, much of the influence of Mum's boyfriend I feel, there are still the slight touches which have been there since I before I could walk.
Like the high detailed sketch of a naked woman my Uncle drew. Or the print of victorian dressed folk rowing a boat on the water. Or the light fixtures. It was just the little stuff which drew out the oldest, tiniest details.
And when I left, I still felt like I was leaving home. Even thought I haven't lived there for nearly 4 years and don't fit in. It is still where I call home.


Picture above: Mum's fishtank. 

10Things Which Make Me Feel HAPPY

Ever had one of those days where no matter what you do (or eat) you can't get a smile on your face, well a real one anyway. Here's what to do. Take a notepad, or your laptop, or some sort of device where you can store these things. And write down a few things that make you feel better. Whether it be a quote, song, person, photo or something you can do. These are ten of mine.


1. Do my hair and makeup. There is something that I love when I apply a stack of make up and fool around with a new hairstyle. It takes my mind off of what was upsetting me and I really have to apply myself. Sometimes I take a celebrity photo and try and imitate it.


2. Go for a jog. Exercise releases endorphins which basically is happiness. And most people look hot in a pair of jogging pants. Nothing makes you feel better then a total stranger giving you a compliment on how you look or your dedication. Your body will thank you too.


3. Yoga. Everyone knows yoga is made to relax you. Go somewhere quiet, play some relaxing music and get a stretching. Make sure you google some techniques so you aren't standing there like a fool.


4. Write. I am a writer so it might not be for everyone. I once knew someone that enjoyed doing math when they were upset or stressed. But I write. It doesn't necessarily have to make sense either. Hence why my Blog can seem like total cr*# sometimes.


5. Dance around in my underwear. Not only is it exercise but it makes you feel stupid but good at the same time. A lil T Mills.


6. Cook and eat. There is nothing like having the satisfaction of making a big meal that tastes amazing and eating it all yourself.


7. Phone my mum. Friends are okay to talk to but your Mum is the one person that will never judge you and can make you laugh. Well mine anyway.


8. Go through my wardrobe. You never know what you will find. Find some new outfits, take some photo's of them and share them too the world.


9. Go shopping. Even window shopping can cheer you up. But spending some money on the new pair of jeans you need is always a good feeling.


10. Watch a reallllyy sad movie. Comedies are ok but I like to watch them and think how good my life is compared to theirs. Even biggest loser makes me feel better. Its cruel but I can't help but think 'thank god I'm not fat'.


So there we go. Probably pretty useless. But give it a go. And finally. Smile. It does make you feel better.


Keep smilin'
Accidently Sarah xx

The 90's kid

Every generation has a distinct attitude which defines history. Personally, I pick and choose certain traits from each and call them my own, but the one I hold true to my heart, is the 90's.

The 90's was to thank for the Backstreet Boys, Britney Spears and the Play-Station. Growing up, it is my firm belief the 90's was the best generation. We weren't addicted to crack, being to skinny wasn't cool and it was the last generation before the ultimate 'we're bored' generation.
We knew how to play on our own and with friends. We dressed up as the Spice-girls every opportunity we could and pretended we were superstars. Kiss and Catch was innocent until proven guilty by a parent. Music was and is who we are, no matter what type. We are the most judgmental people alive, but boy george do we stick together when we need too. We are the 90's kids.
True, we are not kids any more but we hold onto all those things we cherished as kids. We hang out with our friends still at skate parks and we take out the camera and take photos of ants and blur out the grass and call it art.
When I look at those slightly grown up people from when I was a kid, none of them have changed to much. They still have that smart-ass attitude which got them a good smack on the bum (because it was still legal). We are a generation of people who are single and proud. We don't need no one to make us happy, because we are comfy in our skin. But that doesn't mean we don't find comfort in other people. The 90's kids tend to stick together.
When I have an issue, I don't go to anyone but one of my fellow 90's kids. I'm not sure why, but they seem to understand more. And another thing, we seem to steal other generations habits but make them cool.
We smoke, but socially. Still dangerous but more responsible then the chain smokers from the 60's (Dad I am looking right at you). We wear the fashions of the 70's and even earlier. We even adopted hammer pants!


But what is it that makes us 90's kids the most additive generation of all? We know it all. "I don't claim to know it all and I hate to brag, but I do know it all".


Tell me why you think your generation is the best. And 90's kids...keep it real ;).


Keepin' it real.
Accidently Sarah x

The Many Sided Career

There are so many things I wish I could be. Professional dancer, skater, surfer, journalist, wedding planner, designer, vet and so on.


For many years I wanted to be a wedding planner. I often still plan a whole wedding and enjoy doing every little aspect of it and dream of the day I can actually help someone organize one. Alas, I doubt that day will ever come.


I have recently pouring through photos of wedding gowns, bridesmaids and flower girl dresses, tuxedo's and suits, shoes, accessories, flowers, rings, cakes, tables, table clothes, flower rings, chairs, chair covers, ribbons and bows, invitations, cutlery and the list goes on for about another page. There are so many themes one can choose from but I love colour themes. Choosing a few favourite, well suited colours and revolving an entire wedding around these. Every single aspect. And I always looked at different types of weddings. Small and large. Beach or country. At home or in lavish castles or wineries. I even ventured into looking at rainforests.


Personally, I want to keep the ideas I adore to myself. Selfish I know, but they are a few ideas I have accumulated over the years. I think I nearly have every detail too. Of course I just need a willing hubby who will also agree and adore every single aspect, but I am willing to adapt for the right person ;)


Is this a thing all girls do? I know it didn't start at an older age as I was doing this from a very young age with Mum's magazines but I still wonder do all girls do it. Or was my flair for this something I should of put into practice?


Who knows. Maybe I will.


Keep Dreaming.
Accidently Sarah xx

Hard Decisions

I know it will sound like such a cliche' but we really do learn from our mistakes. If we don't, well there is always something we can take away from it.


I am not a person who deals well with failure. Mainly because I always tried to be reasonably good at everything I ever tried. Like sport. I was a huge fan of a lot of sport's when I was younger. Especially baseball, football, soccer, skipping, hoola hooping, sprinting, hurdles...well you get the point.


Then in school. I chose subjects I thought I would be interested in. Modern history, legal studies, economics. I was right. I was good at them. I dropped legal studies later on for fashion classes but I always found legal a little too easy for my liking. Too good, yah know?


But recently I have had to fail at things. Like Broadcast. It is a class all about the news and radio. And I had no choice after bad circumstances of being ill and missing too many classes, too having a bad group and being left on my own to do a huge assignment to just being too stressed with too much work. I will admit, I spent about two hours crying, burnt myself with my hair straightener because I could barely see too. But after some kind words from Dad and my supportive boyfriend, I realized I would take the subject again and totally rule it.


My Dad would say I fail at drinking. But I classify my drinking habits and drunken tendencies as wins. Sorry Dad.


But really, in life, we all win, we all lose. Sometimes. I know it is hard to sometimes say you have failed or lost. And in the end the hardest part is not disappointing someone else, but disappointing yourself. From my experience, you just need to learn to take a deep breathe, wipe away the running mascara, plaster on a smile and keep on truckin'.


Keep truckin'


AccidentlySarah xx

My Phone Photo's

I tend to take what at the time I suppose could be amazing photo's. But when I look back at these amazing works of art, they are not what I wished them to be.
In hopes of not sounding, I think vain would be the word I want but correct me if I am wrong, I have an eye for beautiful things. I like to capture the beautiful thing on camera. Very few times it works. But I am learning...hopefully. And then there are the time I have no idea why I took the photo.


On the right is an event cinema's largest frozen beverage. They are amazing. Seriously, amazing. A bit to much but I still managed to drink one in under ten minutes, before the movie had even started. My friend, who happens to be quite small, including her hands, allowed me to take advantage of her situation of the massive drink.
And now we have photographic memory of her struggle to finish the gigantic frozen goodness.


The image to the right is one of my favourite photo's. There was a black out and being the only one in the house, having not a single clue as to wear the candles might be hiding, I retrieved my lime and coconut scented candle, created a playlist of Elton John, James Blunt and some other soothing music and laid back on the couch to enjoy the darkness.
 In a moment of serenity I noticed how amazing the candle looked in the dark. The light reflected in the glass of the table, in the tiny sound system screen and from the television. One wick was flickering a little more then the other. Which in the photo, was the opposite wick strangely enough.
Anyway, I took a photo. The photo did not turn out nearly the tiniest bit how I wanted it too. And yet it is one which always reminds me to stay calm, breath and just let it all go.
Too anyone else the photo looks exactly what it should though. A blur of crap. But who cares what anyone else thinks about my piece of serenity and happy existence.

Now the image of the ducks is something which always bring a slight smile to my face.
I was out with a friend jogging and there were these three ducks in the middle of the road. They were just waddling along, quacking their gossip and were sure to be murdered by a car.
So off I waddled, quacking my gossip to my following friend and I waddled behind these ducks until they flip flopped their way onto a foot path. It is a reminder that even the little people have feelings. I don't know why.

Although speaking of little things, not all little things. But the spider in the picture on the left was better described as too large to live. I was not the one to stab it with a fork just to be clear. I did not partake in the killing of the poor little thing at all. I just took the photo's of my house mate pretending to eat it's dead twitching body. Spider's have always fascinated me. No clue why, they just do.

Now, the photo to the left is one you have hopefully seen before. My little Grudge incident with my hair extensions.
I could not resist taking this photo. I have many more just like it.
It was a horrific experience which I repeat almost every week or two. All in the name of beauty I suppose.

The final image is one which should have been amazing. The moon last Monday night. It was stunning to say the least. But thanks to the street lights and house lights around, it could not be what it should have been.


I cannot help but think who cares about any of this, but we all like to read a bit of light and fluffy bullshit every now and then right?


Keep talking crap.


AccidentlySarah xxx

  

Woes of Being Womanly (no period talk, promise)

The best feeling in the world is stepping out ready for a night on the pee covered tiles in town, with mountains of curls, pristine make up, a tiny black dress and sky high heels. But what about the time and money it costs to maintain and make these looks happen?

I am one of those girls who spends a fortune on make up. I am a M.A.C addict. But I am also one of those girls who pokes herself in the eye with mascara and liquid eyeliner. Also burning myself with my curler and flat iron. Over clumping my eyelashes. Gluing my fingers together when putting on fake nails. You name it.

The thighs that come with those gorgeous heels you wear on a Saturday night are things you definitely wish would go away for the next few days, but you forget by the next Saturday night when you squeeze you thong tanned foot into those needle thin pretties. Vaseline, lower heels, party gel pads and band aids all help, but still, nothing beats those foot cramps, right girls?

And the dress creeping up the leg. Fashion tape does not work for me. I don't know why, it just doesn't. So I am left tugging my dress down over my miniscule, no muffin top panties a million times a night. 

And speaking of panties, the pain of a push up bra. Not literal pain but they can be so annoying. I already have quite ample natural bosoms to say the least, but my Playboy bra is my best friend.

But ladies, doesn't it all seem worth it when the cutie in the v neck t-shirt chats you up and you leave with a number?

Keep flirting ;)

AccidentlySarah xx

Writer's Ambition and sullen responses.

Growing up I never understood the fascination with magazines and yet at the same time I was one of those hypnotized. I would sit and flip (and tear) the pages of my mum's glossy pages and always wish for something more then tabloid rubbish. It was around the age of ten when I started asking her to buy more Vogue and other fashion directed magazines. But my hunger didn't stop at fashion, I would sift through the dry pages of my Grandparent's Reader's Digest too. It is now I look back and realize, I was born a glossy page, reading, writing addict.


The only difference between then and now, I write for them. Well I hope too anyway if they give me a chance. I remember when I first told a family member I was doing a journalism course, they replied with 'I could imagine you darting after Britney Spears with a camera and getting her loose weave on camera'. I was upset he thought that is what I would be doing. 
In my mind their are the savvy, career hungry ones who fly off to anywhere like Iraq or Pakistan and are filmed or write in the secluded,dirt filled trenches.
And the fashion forward women with their perfect sleek hair, hand bags wedges into the crease of their arm as they strut off in their sky high heels and designer flats to look at Galiano's new season line. 
The one's who sit at home all day with their kids and casually type away their thought's and do the well written research article's we all end up in tears over. 
There are so many more I can imagine, but how would I ever fit into one of them? I still don't know. But I do know, I only write about thing's I love or feel passionate about and I only ever write in my style. Except when a subject dictates otherwise, but I still inject my personal little needle of adrenalin into it. 
Sometimes when I read a magazine I feel like one person has written every single article in the whole front to back glossy. And I realize I sound just like them when I sometimes write, but maybe that will bring me closer to being accepted. But maybe it won't. 
I always try and read every single article in every magazine I pick up. No matter how badly written or boring it is. It is a habit I like to get into. I accept all writing. 
And yet I want to be an Editor some day. I won't be able to read every single submission or answer every email. But at the same time, what about those poor girls (and boys) who pour their hearts into the letters and email sent to Editor's they admire. And the excitement that runs through every inch of them when they see a reply, but it is from the secretary or personal assistant of that idol.
I did just that to Australian Vogue Editor in Chief Kristie Clements. I always end up calling her Kirstie and have to Google to check. I am not sure why. Well, I wrote to her, saying how I want to be just like her. Well now I don't. I got her personal assistants reply. I felt the fire go out in heart but then I studied up on Anna Wintour. She is by far my favourite editor. Although known as a bit of a stiff and a serious person, she is professional but has a private life.
But whether it is the life for me..who knows and I guess we will see.


Keep writing.


AccidentlySarah xxx

Alcoholic Tendencies

When something or someone is pretty, you admire it, you take photo's, you think about what it would be like to be just like that. In my mind, alcohol can be beautiful and it makes things seem more appealing too.

Christmas Day has slowly become less exciting to me. Even the opening of presents has become an almost routine drawled out process. And the Christmas just gone, being my first Christmas being 18, everyone decided to get me alcohol related presents. Which I didn't necessarily mind.
Now, I was slightly sick on Christmas. When I say slightly I mean highly dizzy, a little vomiting, fevers, chills, migraines...
I didn't feel like eating too much but someone had a brilliant idea to numb some of the horrible feelings with a few Cosmo's, margarita's, tequila slammers, etc. And it did work. I put to good use my oversized glass I received which I have pictured above. The photo you may say, you can barely see what it is and I do have a clearer photo, but this one was a prettier.

Now the photo on the right is pre-drinks for New Years. We had other drinks also but these bottles just stood out as being oh so beautiful. I think that is why we chose them in the first place. New Years 2010-11 was quite enjoyable. Although I did not get my midnight kiss like I begged for (kind of) I did get a 1:25 am kiss. It was magical I must say. Myself and five girls and one of their boyfriends all left on the bus to Surfers Paradise high on life and our first year of being 18 for this event. By the time we got their, it was just myself and a friend left to go into the biggest party venue as the other's didn't want to pay the hefty cover charge (which was worth it). As midnight got closer, we drank our souls away and by the time the champagne exploded and confetti was everywhere, we were jumping, hugging and screaming our alcoholic brains off. The evening ended with a stumbling through Surfers around 4am. Everything looked amazing in this light. Even the alley ways which were dark, full of bad smells and creepy people seemed adventurous to us at the time.

The next image, I am pretty sure went along with New Years. But I can not be 100% sure. But every single one of these drinks, although girly were absolutely amazing. Raw Berry Smirnoff, which I haven't found since that night, Carnivale Vodka Cruisers, which taste just like apple and Watermelon Bacardi Breezers which tastes like lipsmackers.
They are always great choices to make the ugly look more attractive though.


I really do not condone underage drinking. I did, I wish I didn't. But I don't advise completely blocking underage people from alcohol as they need to build their sea legs so to say. Many of my friends who took their first drinks on the 18th or after, could barely walk after a few cruisers while the rest of us were able to push through constant drinking till 3 am. Although we would stumble home, we wouldn't need to be carried by 11pm.
I am still just only 18 and I go out most weekends, although we do give it a break every now and then to let our bodies catch up. I remember one weekend where it took us almost a whole week to regroup then as we felt better we had those pony neck bottles to our lips again.


But anyway, I will end it with the thought of me staggering home again through Surfers this weekend and a god unknown hour.


Stay sober.


AccidentlySarah xx

Benefits of Being Sick

I cannot help but kind of enjoy being sick. The comfy pillows, being snuggled up with blankets all day (well in the air-conditioning), the chicken soup and just having time to relax. 
When I say relax, I mean relax. Some days I barely sit down. In between working, uni, friends, my boyfriend and everything else I have going on , it's hectic. It is no surprising I do get sick at least once every month for one or two days. 
But, it is amazing for almost everyone when you think about it. My favourite thing is the way I look the following week. 
When I was a kid my Mum would drill me with vitamins and water and green tea. Lot's of fruit was also on the menu. I still do all this. So a few days of this is amazingly good for your skin. I usually keep it up for a week after I am sick also just to make sure I am fully better. Now, I do do this all the time anyway, but I mean just water and green tea and LOTS of vitamins. 
It also gives your hair and skin time to breath. Being by yourself in bed means no make up, no hair products. But if I am sick for a few days I will stick on a face pack and a hair treatment. So even better.
The week after I am better, my hair and skin tends to still be sickly. Healthy yes, but I feel sickly. So it usually calls for a hair cut, treatment and facial. 
Also, plenty of texts and phone calls from Mr.Boyfriend to make sure I have not sneezed myself to death.
I think this was kind of a pointless ramble since I do have a cold/flu thing at the moment, but I enjoyed writing it...


Keep healthy.


AccidentlySarah xx