House clothes.…..I once had a mother-in-law that swore by them. Yes, she would get changed out of her house clothes, hang them on the back of the bedroom door and put on non-house clothes, to go down the shops, sometimes several times a day if the errands demanded it.

Personally I don’t believe in them, I want to look fabulous even at home, where no one sees me, except, of course, my 3 year old (who has no respect for my ‘no house clothes’ mantra for life as she smears vegemite on me and pretends to give me a kiss while, what it’s actually about, is wiping her mouth me).

How I think I look while at home, being creative. Red Valentino Fall 2012. 

I mean, how do you actually decide which article of clothing is ‘house’ or ‘non-house’?
Is there a grading system by fabric, price, quality, colour, cut or form?
Do all clothes start off life as ‘non-house’ then, if they play up, get demoted?
’ You jumper, have seriously pilled, this is a major offence, no outings for you, ever again, I shall re-fashion you into a cushion cover or some other crafty item.‘

Cushions made from jumpers and old ‘offending’ clothing!

But, in all seriousness, I do get more than a little annoyed when, after 2 wears and 1 wash ( I know, I know — I don’t wash after every wear– gross, shocking, six words for you.….….over.….….40…..with.….…3.…..year.…..old.…) the fabric pils, goes all bubbly, and looks generally tatty enough to make you fall out of love with it and go in search of new non-house clothes to cheer yourself up.

But then, what to do with the offending article that  I loved once (and feel it still owes me as it’s not become value for money yet — how could it after only 2 wears?). It’s  not old, it has a cool silhouette, it my favourite colour (black if you’re wondering), it’s comfortable and yet stylish and looks amazing with heaps of jewells piled at the neck.

Do I take to it with a razor blade?
Or one of those special pil remover contraptions?

And then, as I am hanging it up in the wardrobe, the thought pops into my head.
‘Oh’, I think, ‘I can just wear it around the house’, and as quickly as the thought sprung up, I furrowed my brow with sadness,as it dawned on me what had begun.

I have begun the transition from hip young thing to practical, sensible hip older thing.
How could it be? Can I trust my thoughts ever again?
How far will it spread? Will I start to look at shoes as sensible or non sensible now?
So, as I contemplate my new life of wardrobe choices, I sign off to go and re-arrange my clothes and decide if I can be seen in public with fabric that’s pilled.

Sensible shoes?

Amazing cool NY woman I want to emulate as I age.

Tamara Harrison today is a jewellery designer, mother, coffee drinker, sweets craver who is actually thinking ‘I should hang out the washing instead of writing this’.
She can be found at
www.tamaraharrison.com.au (but you know that),
www.facebook.com/tamaraharrisondesign (and you probably know that too)
www.pinterest.com/tamarahdesign/ (you may not know this one)

 

 

 

Hello, remember me? I used to talk to you a little, but now, not so much. I have had a ripper (not in a good way) of a year — barely kept up with it. 

In a nut shell we have had happen in our family, 1 x prostrate cancer, 1 x heart attack, 1 x marriage split, 1 x death of loved one, 1 x house for sale, 1 x moving house, 20K x mental challenges from it all.

 

But happy to say I am feeling the balance restore and wanted to come back and chat to you all again (I’ve been on Face Book but that’s about it).

To start off I thought I’d share with you a little blog post I have written for The Mystery Case blog. It is my entry for Lady Perth.…yes.…I wanna be Ms Lady Perth! LOL

 

So here it is below or check it out on the blog link above

Tamara xxx

PS. Thanks for sticking around, you are all amazing.

 

Lady Perth Entry 

So, I’m sitting here wondering how ever will this Lady Perth survive. I have had the worst possible thing happen. I pick up my take away, fair trade, organic milk, way too expensive latte (well this is Perth you know) from my favourite drive through vendor and find my mind switches to getting safely back into the flow of traffic so I can have my first sip, you know that first sip? The one you have been thinking about all morning? 

And that’s when it occurs, the worst possible thing.….….a tiny little bump in the road that makes the precious stuff drip onto my phone that is crazily sitting below the cup holder. No worries, wipe it off, carry on, like all the other times (yes, you read right, other times). 

Well no, this is different, the phone starts to do crazy things, like talking to me when I’ve not asked it a question, touch screen being a little too touchy and misbehaving in general.

‘Oh no probs’ I think, I can fix this with the all in, best solution ever for anything even remotely technical button ——– the on/off switch. I can hear you saying ‘NO, don’t do it’, well.….…..I did it, and now it doesn’t work. It taunts me by turning back on, but it won’t accept my pin to activate. 

 

So I go into a general meltdown, heart palpitations, anxiety causing, can I be accepted in society? kind of panic where I’m not sure if I can survive if people cannot contact me the instant that they wish to. My life, business, health and friendships depend on it right? Well, actually NO. 

I have been forced to be ‘phone less’ for a week now and, just quietly, I LOVE it. It’s nice not ‘having’ to interrupt time with my daughter because the phone rings, or be distracted by the incessant blips to remind me to check the message someone left or the mental torture I put on myself because I just HAVE to know who was trying to get hold of me. 

I wonder, does this epiphany now qualify my as a grown up? At 41 it may now be time. How/why/when did I let myself think that being available was so important? 

It’s interesting that I can make a life lesson out of a broken phone, but how easily the peer pressure of technology seeps into our lives without even noticing and what we think is important is actually not.

I did have a lovely friend lend me her old phone while I await for my iPhone 5 to arrive and get sucked into the technology vortex again. Oh and apparently I save my stuff to my phone, not my sim, but you know what? It’s all OK and has forced me to do a contacts de clutter and I like it! Besides that’s the excuse I’m using if I claim to not have your number ok?