A New Look for Lady C & Important Info

I've had a makeover. It involved moving and getting a whole new look.

As they say, change is as good as a holiday. And along with a whole lotta other stuff that's changed in my life so has my web address.

Click here to head to the new Click website . Make sure you update your bookmarks and burn this web address deep into your memory bank. Being blonde is no excuse for not doing so immediately.

For those of you that subscribe through feedblitz. . . . well it's on the blitz. My logo doesn't come up in the header which is just, well, not good enough. So the new blog will have subscription via rss and a mailing list with weekly updates (not daily/every time I post) that you will be added to.

However, if you're like 'Screw you Lady C I want my posts the way they are, change can go and shove it' then shoot me an email and let me know: hey@ladychameleon.com.au.

Over and out.

Monthly Stars

There's something about being a Virgo that's NQR.

Leo's can say that they're a lion. Scorpio a scorpian. Tauras a bull. Picies a fish. But then Virgo's have to say 'I'm a virgin'.

This might be alright for some. But I prefer to say. I'm a woman with beautiful long hair that floats in the sky, with a hot dress on. YEAAAAH.

Check out your stars whatever you may be. Thankyou Susan.

Thanks Love Bento

Thanks must go to Love Bento, for featuring me and my blog in today’s lunch box!!

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Ultimate outfit day.

The Devil Wears Prada was on last night. Jeeze the clothes in that movie make me happy. This is my ultimate outfit.

I want an ultimate outfit day. A day once a month, or even year that’s dedicated to wearing your ultimate outfit. The hottest thing you got happening in your wardrobe. At that time. In that season. For whatever mood you’re in. And then everyone can send in photos of their ultimate outfit. It will be a project. A blog. A flip book. A day.

On this day when people ask you why you’ve dressed up, or down, instead of saying I felt like it you get to say ‘It’s ultimate outfit day, didn’t you know??'

It’ll give the people who don’t work in a fashion to look like they do, and the people who work in suits a chance to express themselves. And if everyone’s doing it. No one looks like a goose. And no ones embarrassed to sit with you at lunchtime. And instead of getting weird looks down the street people will smile and nod.

You shouldn't need an excuse to wear what you want. But, sometimes you feel a little self-conscious and you just do.

I’ll workshop this and see what I can do.

Thoughts?

Monday Morning Fashion Coffee

If you haven’t already, get onto the Topshop spring/summer 09 look book and MylookBook's Feb edition. Excellent Monday morning coffee-drinking-viewing.

Loving the tassled scarfs. WhoWhatWear features a ripper.

If only it was cool enough to even wear jeans. Let alone a scarf. Oh Mother Nature. Let us out of the sauna.

MAN-GIFT OF THE WEEK

The Power Slider. No. This is not a dance move. This is almost like a tracking device. With one of these your man’s i-phone will never run out of battery. You’ll know where he is at all times. That’s if he chooses to pick up . . . mmmmm.

Anyhoo. This casing has some special super power that more than doubles the battery life of your mans i-phone. And to top it off it also protects the phone with it’s sexy black hardshell casing. It looks gooood. Smooooth. Like the marble of Leonardo’s Davids perfectly formed butt cheeks. Click here to read more technobabble and order.

Cool as a Cucumber.

I’m over being a lemon head. Gone sour. Good for the liver. But not good enough for my Gin and Tonic.

Limes you say? Too God-damn expensive. In normal supermarkets anyway. On the other hand if you cruise along Victoria Street you’ll find some for quite a reasonable price.

I’ve moved onwards and upwards. I now have cucumber in my G&T. Very refreshing. I don’t know why I haven’t gotten into this sooner. It’s not a new thing at all.

Try a few slices, or even peels, of cucumber in your G&T this week. It's fresh, easy and cheap. And the less you spend on garnish the more you can put towards your next bottle of Hendricks.

The Big Day Out in Hats

Long weekends always send me out of wack. That extra day.

You end up squeezing two weekends worth of partying into one and the five days work into four. Tis not good for the health. Especially when the long weekend is a celebration of ones patriotism. And particularly if you screamed at the The Black Kids, jumped up and down to The Prodigy and swayed to Neil Young at the Big Day Out.

It doesn’t make for a pleasant Tuesday. But it does make for some great photos and fricken hilaaaarious memories.

There were some serious outfits kickin about the dust around Flemington but given the temperature I thought the most important accessory of the day was a hat. And no. You with the mullet wig, that doesn’t count as a hat. Although it does provide some shade.

Here are some of the pearlers that caught my eye.

The sweet smell of Liberty

The rise and demise and the rise of Laura Ashley. Who would have thought that we’d be adding the extra rise on the end of that sentence? EGAD.

But with Topshop launching their spring season of floral frocks and Nike’s ode to curtains, flowers, big and small, are back. Back with a familiar perfume. Breath deeply. Get a whiff. Ahhhhhh. I recognise that. It’s the Nineties. May the fashion Gods help us.

I’m not sure if I’ll be embracing this resurgence. Only time will tell. I’m more inclined to stick to monochrome tones and androgens zones of all things plain in these tough times. Although, I do have a soft spot for lace.

God help us if they start making those playsuit thiiings in florals.

Star Hoops

How often do you find so many things you love combined in one? Not often. Like a Tradie that enjoys fine wine and art galleries. Hard to come by.

Pinch me. Star Sign. Gold. Large. Earrings. These are awesome. So is Mayoress the blog I found them on. And so is FredFlare, the website you can get them from. A+++. I’m ordering multiples because I always lose my mofo’s.

To top it all off, they're on sale. $6. Ace.

MAN-GIFT OF THE WEEK

Bling Bling. Pimped bike passing. Trick up your mans ride. HELL YEAH.

These are the ultimate mini gift. You made a minor mistake. Like accidently dribbling soy sauce on his dress shirt two minutes before a black tie function. Or you’re just feeling generous.

Well, whatever you did these valve caps for his bike will make up for it. Whether he’s peddling a fixie (skull cap) or a racer (bullet) you’re sure to find one that suits. Get them online here. Or head down to Spoken on Carlisle, St Kilda, to check out a small selection.


There should be a little love muscle for the lycra wearers. Naughty.

Tube time

I’ve had a vision. I vision of the future. A future with TUBE SKIRTS. Yes. That’s right. Tube skirts. NO Not boob tubes you FOOOOOL. They are SO nineties and should NEVER be worn by anyone larger than a B cup for fear of those flabby-armpit-bits that fold so elephantly over the side.

I’m talking tight-like-tiger-skirts. High-waist or hipster, who cares! Preferably a bit longer than a mini. I’m thinking mid thigh. Stretchy. Panelled. Whatever.

Team it with ankle boots, a loose T and a scarf. Mod. I like.

I found a few beauties online at Topshop. Otherwise I found a couple of shorter versions at Supre. Stripes would be cool though.



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MID WEEK MAN GIFT

This weather. Ech. Need I say more.

If your man doesn’t have a pool and you don’t really feel like driving, finding a park, then diving into the pee filled oily slick that the 200 6 yr olds and 100 tanning teenagers have left behind. Then the only solution is an inflatable pool.

No-one can tell you off for having a ciggy and drinking a tinny in your own backyard! Target and K-Mart sell these beauties at a reasonable price of $40.

And if he’s lucky enough to have a pool then I can suggest investing in an inflatable toy to keep him busy while you’re tanning. The crocodile is always a fave.

LOOK OUT FOR: Charlotte Olympia

Gang. I’ve fallen in love. I don’t care if I break my back wearing these babies. They’re TO DIE FOR.

London IT girl Charlotte Dellal, the half-Brazilian half-English daughter of Guy and Andrea Dellal (glamorous-jet-setting-couple-from-back-in-the-day-where-the-economy-wasn’t-up-shit-creek), has launched her first shoe collection.

Made in Italy and ranging in price from 200-450 pounds these weapons are available in London at Harvey Nichols, Browns, Dover Street Market & Net-A-Porter.

Check out her full collection on her website. And if you’re super curious . . . head to Borders and buy the first edition of Camouflage magazine (a new fave) for a super hot interview and photoshoot.

Here’s to dealing with my Christmas weight by looking really tall and skinny in heals and jeans. Cheers to that.

Star time.

So. It's your first day back at work. Otherwise you wouldn't be reading this wishing you were lying on a beach somewhere like the lucky biatches who have still got an extra week off.

Ahhhhh. Sunshine.

Anyhoo. Hopefully your monthly-star-essay by Susan Miller will distract you momentarily.

MAN-GIFT OF THE WEEK

These babies are the crocs of wrist wear. Weighing in at 47grams they make the perfect accessory for all the men who prefer to go nude.

Available in 6 different colours these rubber ‘Zub Zot Watches’ have a rather unique way of telling the time. Dots for hours. Bars for minutes. And a digital counter for the seconds. Neat.

Cruise down to Nique on Chapel to try them on or order them online here.

Peace out '08. Howdy '09.

I’m back. 200 frozen margarita’s, a whole chrissy pudding and two kilo’s later. Back. Back in black. All hail the Maxi dress.

But the new year’s looking frantastic. A new blog layout on the way. Snazzy new email format (speccy for all you crazy PC users) and a promise to jog 3 times a week. Mmmmm. Good luck with that Lady C.

Make sure you start the new year organised. A new diary. Yes. But also a sexy Underground Art School calendar (as shown above) to hang on your wall. Rockin. Buy one here or win one here. Bring it '09.