One woman’s quest to live in the 1970s for a year - in 2014.Twenty SeventyTumblr (3.0; @twenty70) 4: Play The Five Tones — Twenty Seventy<a href="">Ep 4: Play The Five Tones — Twenty Seventy</a>: <p>It’s a brand new [podcast] day! And, most excitingly, it’s all about 1970s Steven Spielberg.</p>, 15 Jul 2014 21:45:56 -0400Ep 3: Our Bonza Accent — Twenty Seventy<a href="">Ep 3: Our Bonza Accent — Twenty Seventy</a>: <p>Here’s the latest episode of the podcast, in which Georgia Webster and I discuss the Australian accent and vernacular of the 1970s and how it got us where we are today. </p> <p>(Note: we had a few technical difficulties with this one but just imagine you’re listening on a crystal radio set and it’ll become authentically ’70s.)</p>, 04 Jun 2014 03:32:14 -0400Thanks for having me, TODAY!  You can watch the segment (for the...<img src=""/><br/><br/><p>Thanks for having me, <em>TODAY</em>! </p> <p>You can watch the segment (for the first time, if you missed it, or again and again F O R E V E R) online <a href="">here</a>! </p>, 02 Jun 2014 20:07:00 -0400The Halfway Mark<p>Apparently these days all I have to do is snap my finger and it&#8217;s suddenly June. </p> <p><img src=""/></p> <p>That&#8217;s me at my housewarming all the way back in February, giving it my best Rosalyn from <em>American Hustle</em>, natch. </p> <p>Since then things have become a little less like dress-ups and more second nature. It&#8217;s not uncommon for people to say &#8220;Wait, you&#8217;ve been wearing &#8217;70s clothes all this time?&#8221; when I tell them about the project. </p> <p>As for the project, the core reason I started this in the first place - to disconnect from capitalism/consumerism, and stop shopping to pass the time - is going strong. Aside from a few bits and pieces (underwear, if you must know), everything I&#8217;ve been wearing/using/sitting on this year has either come from my existing collection or the local op-shop.</p> <p>On the few occasions where I&#8217;ve accompanied friends or family to malls or shopping centres I now drift through them a bit like David Bowie in <em>The Man Who Fell To Earth</em>; amused and fascinated by this human thing they call &#8220;shopping&#8221;. For someone who used to come back from The Grove or Galleria at least twice weekly with bags bulging, this is quite a change. <em><span><br/></span></em></p> <p>Have I <em>saved</em> money doing this? It&#8217;s hard to tell; certainly I haven&#8217;t plumbed the depths of penury-related despair like I had at this time last year. But, interestingly enough, living a more &#8217;70s life has freed up the time I would have once spent shopping or hanging out on Tumblr and left it open for seemingly endless dinners and drinks with friends. And, sadly, the cost of drinks and dinners out has not stayed steady at 1970s rates. </p> <p>Given the choice between dinner with friends and a bag of cheap, fast fashion that I&#8217;ll wear once at most, however, I&#8217;d choose the former - and it&#8217;s bittersweet to realise that much of my shut-in tendencies in L.A. were due not to, as I often editorialised, the fact that &#8220;there&#8217;s no night life&#8221;, but rather that when you spend all your money at Forever 21, it&#8217;s solo beans and rice from the 99c Only store until kingdom come. </p> <p>The free time that&#8217;s not been taken up by ~hanging out with friends has been spent staring into the void (a very &#8217;70s activity if done with a stiff drink), and consequently I&#8217;m a) back in therapy, which I am loving, and b) setting my life on a slightly different course, which I am also loving. I didn&#8217;t have the time or space to think about these things when I was busy filling the void with meaningless social media consumption and/or the business of being a mall-rat. </p> <p>So, at the halfway mark, I&#8217;m happy to say things are going swimmingly. Onward!</p>, 02 Jun 2014 08:16:22 -0400A Telegram From Four Decades Ago, Today<p>HELLO ALL STOP STILL ALIVE STOP STILL IN THE &#8217;70s STOP HAVEN&#8217;T BOUGHT ANYTHING NEW ALL YEAR STOP NOT EVEN STOCKINGS STOP RAZZAMATAZZ REALLY KEEP THEIR STRETCH STOP WORKING LIKE A DOG STOP SPEAK SOON STOP</p>, 12 May 2014 23:36:53 -0400Ep 2: Decade of Polyester and Sweat — Twenty Seventy<a href="">Ep 2: Decade of Polyester and Sweat — Twenty Seventy</a>: <p>As someone who prefers to look good where possible, naturally a primary consideration going into this project was “WHAT WILL I WEAR?!” Consequently, for Episode 2 of Twenty Seventy, I got my friend and colleague Mel Campbell in to talk about fabrics, fashion and fit.</p>, 07 Apr 2014 20:21:22 -0400We’re in the process of editing Episode #2 of the Twenty...<iframe width="400" height="225" id="youtube_iframe" src="" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br/><br/><p>We’re in the process of editing Episode #2 of the Twenty Seventy podcast, which concerns fashion (and especially, clothing sizing), so get in the mood with this brilliant short from 1977 about platform shoes (which I have been clomping around town in since I picked up a cracking pair - that sees me shoot to about 6’2” - at the op shop a few weeks back).</p>, 01 Apr 2014 02:41:10 -0400fashion…Speaking of which, here it is, the greatest video ever. <br/><br/><p>…Speaking of which, here it is, the greatest video ever. </p>, 24 Mar 2014 23:57:45 -0400"As the opening track of 1976’s TNT, It’s a Long Way to the Top set the tone for the sound and mood..."“As the opening track of 1976’s TNT, It’s a Long Way to the Top set the tone for the sound and mood the band would carry through the rest of the decade. Far from the scattershot nature of their 1975 debut High Voltage, TNT showcased a decidedly more focused band. This was R&B-infused hard rock, boiled down to the absolute basics. Indeed, despite what the band’s bloated post-Scott stadium theatrics might have you misremember, the enduring legacy of pre-Back in Black AC/DC was the band’s remarkable efficiency. Far from being jammed full of face-melting guitar solos and overdubs, It’s a Long Way to the Top is remarkable for its airiness; the space left around Phil Rudd’s determined drumming, Malcolm Young’s relentless rhythm guitar and Angus Young’s occasional moments of sublime filigree. Only Mark Evans’ bass guitar is given free reign to go to town, though he’s pushed so far back in the mix you could be forgiven for missing those triumphant runs as the song fades out. And then there are the bagpipes.”<br/><br/> - <em><a href="">I wrote a piece for The Guardian’s Australian Anthems series about AC/DC’s <i>It’s a Long Way to the Top (If You Wanna Rock’n’Roll)</i></a>.<p>Who would’ve thought that the immense amount of spare time my ’70s project has afforded me would have a) led to my working a deranged amount and b) that part of that work would involve getting back into writing about music again after all this time? The spirit of Lillian Roxon must be smiling on me. </p></em>, 24 Mar 2014 23:26:35 -0400How 'real' is a life lived online? - Life Matters - ABC Radio National (Australian Broadcasting Corporation)<a href="">How 'real' is a life lived online? - Life Matters - ABC Radio National (Australian Broadcasting Corporation)</a>: <p>Discussed, among other things, the bitter irony of “having to” document this project (i.e. if it’s not on social media, does it exist?) with Natasha Mitchell this morning. Stick it on your crystal radio kit and tune in!</p>, 18 Mar 2014 21:35:43 -0400Ep 1: Heavy on Mungbeans — Twenty Seventy<a href="">Ep 1: Heavy on Mungbeans — Twenty Seventy</a>: <p>Here it is, folks, the first episode of the Twenty Seventy podcast! This one’s an introductory effort - stay tuned for upcoming interviews covering ’70s fashion and fit, and the Australian ’70s accent.</p>, 04 Mar 2014 07:05:25 -0500Sometimes you have to go left if you want to turn right.<p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="">rossfloate</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>One of the iconic aspects features of Melbourne, especially the central city, is a strange traffic manoeuvre called the <a href="">Hook Turn</a>. In order not to delay trams when you’re making a turn at an intersection, you do something weird. To turn right, you must pull over to the left, wait for all traffic to pass, then make your right hand turn.</p> <p>It’s strange, but once you get the hang of it, you can probably consider yourself a local.</p> <p>So when we decided we wanted to create a home for quality podcasts and interesting new publishing ideas (all developed in Melbourne), naturally, we named it <a href="">Hookturn</a>.</p> <p>We started with our existing design show <a href="">The Nudge</a>. The Nudge, hosted by Josh Kinal, Jerome Lebel Jones and me, is a podcast about being better designers, and I guess, people. It started as a branch out from our Nudge Live events, but now has a life of its own. The recent guests have included <a href="">Ethan Marcotte</a>, <a href="">Jeffrey Zeldman</a>,<a href=""> Debbie Millman</a>, and <a href="">Chris ‘Clarko’ Clarke</a>.</p> <p>Josh Kinal also features on another of our podcasts, <a href="">Devil’s Avocado</a>. This great program takes the big issues of the day and asks experts to help uncover the details you’re not getting in the breathless reports of the modern news cycle. The first three episodes have discussed <a href="">Asylum Seekers</a>, <a href="">Drugs</a>, and <a href="">Melbourne’s culture of ‘Bad Business’</a>. Co-hosting this great show is the wonderful Glenn Peters.</p> <p>My personal favourite new member of the Hookturn family is <a href="">Last Stop to Nowhere</a>. In it, Michael Sloan and Kyle Sherer bring to life the complications of Australia’s past; it’s Australian History, but not like you learned it at school. So far they’ve covered <a href="">fascism in 1930s Sydney</a>, and now they’re tackling the <a href="">1629 shipwreck of The Batavia</a>. </p> <p>We’ve got other things in the pipeline too, including a podcast companion to <a href="">Twenty Seventy</a> –– Clem Bastow’s year-long project to live life like it’s the 1970s. Keep an eye on the Hookturn website and see what comes along throughout the year.</p> <p>Ding Ding!</p> <p><img alt="image" src=""/></p> </blockquote> <p>Hey dudes, these are the fine people who&#8217;ll be hosting/enabling the Twenty Seventy podcast! </p>, 18 Feb 2014 23:04:29 -0500Last night my upstairs neighbours had an astoundingly loud party...<iframe width="400" height="299" id="youtube_iframe" src="" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br/><br/><p>Last night my upstairs neighbours had an astoundingly loud party that lasted until 3:30am. I hope their hangovers are enjoying this act of retribution via my stereo’s ‘loudness’ switch. </p>, 14 Feb 2014 20:24:00 -0500musicA month or so ago, when Mum and I were driving back from...<img src=""/><br/> <br/><img src=""/><br/> <br/><img src=""/><br/> <br/><p>A month or so ago, when Mum and I were driving back from visiting her parents in S.A, we stopped off by the family farms, and my cousin Kristyn took some photos of a couple of the 1970s outfits - both deadstock - I found in Victor Harbour. As you can see, they <span>turned out pretty great (amateur model notwithstanding). </span></p> <p><span>She’s a dab hand with a camera - and is also a graphic designer - and you can see some of her beautiful work <a href="">here</a>. </span></p>, 12 Feb 2014 04:47:28 -0500A Tree Falls In The Woods<p>So, how &#8216;bout that new-fangled 21st century blogging thing, eh? </p> <p>You&#8217;ve probably noticed things have been a bit quiet around here; it&#8217;s been a hectic month!</p> <p>First I got a deranged case of conjunctivitis that had me looking like a Bond Villain (had to wear an eye-patch, first on the left eye and then, when it got better but the infection jumped across, the right) and keeping a very low profile due to pestilence and the inability to look at the screen for prolonged periods. More recently, my Dad has been unwell and I&#8217;ve been spending a lot of time hanging out with him in hospital. </p> <p>Consequently, &#8217;70s life has been pretty low-key lately: I&#8217;ve mostly been sitting on the shag-pile rug, doing macrame. See: </p> <p><img src=""/></p> <p>(Incidentally, Dad&#8217;s occupational therapist thinks macrame might actually be a good rehab activity for him, so I&#8217;ve been taking my cords and pinboard in to the ward!)</p> <p>Coupled with this has been a very interesting reaction against the very notion of blogging itself, which is arguably period appropriate, but not all that handy for those of you wanting to follow along! </p> <p>I&#8217;ve been relishing my spare time (i.e when not working, or cleaning/making food) so much that I find myself sitting down to read or listen to records - or, imagine that, actually leaving the house to see friends and family; not something that happened a lot in my full-time social networking days - and four hours later thinking &#8220;Gee, I guess I should write a blog&#8221;. </p> <p>This, in turn, makes me fret, because I think &#8220;Are people out there assuming that I&#8217;ve given up if I&#8217;m not writing about everything I&#8217;m doing?&#8221; The irony is, of course, that the lack of blogging is precisely <em>because</em> the project is going so well. (Too well, if you like!)</p> <p>So, know that the blogs will be forthcoming, or they might not: it all depends on how this project unfolds. </p> <p>In the meantime, you&#8217;ll probably get more action out of my Twitter and Instagram accounts, as I&#8217;ve been able to dash them off between appointments and hospital visits. </p> <p><em>And</em>, very excitingly, soon the Twenty Seventy podcast will be a happening thing courtesy of <a href="">Hookturn</a>. I&#8217;ve got some great interviews lined up and I&#8217;m really looking forward to sharing it with you all - especially because podcasting feels a bit like pirate or crystal radio, or something.</p>, 12 Feb 2014 01:14:48 -0500diary"What Betty Ford Thinks About Homemakers"<p><em>The Atlantic</em> has just <a href="">posted</a> an amusing traipse through the August 1976 edition of <em>Good Housekeeping</em>magazine, which is of course relevant to my current Busy Woman status.</p> <p>It includes this winning interview with former First Lady (and all-round cool lady) Betty Ford: </p> <blockquote> <p><span>The First Lady, &#8220;so outspoken in favor of the Equal Rights Amendment and legalized abortion,&#8221; made her position clear. &#8220;We have to take the &#8216;just&#8217; out of &#8216;just a housewife&#8217; and show our pride in having made the home and family our life&#8217;s work,&#8221; she said. &#8220;A woman who is satisfied with her life at home is just as liberated as a woman with a career outside the home.&#8221; She suggested that the word &#8220;homemaker&#8221; should replace &#8220;housewife,&#8221; dubbed them &#8220;the backbone of our society,&#8221; and avowed that while her career as a dancer, fashion model and fashion coordinator was fulfilling, &#8220;I would&#8217;ve missed something if I hadn&#8217;t been a homemaker.&#8221; She added that &#8220;there are women who can have fulfilling lives without being mothers. Some women aren&#8217;t particularly suited to raising children.&#8221;</span></p> </blockquote> <p>As I&#8217;m going about my current phase of Twenty Seventy, my mind keeps drifting to Stephen Sondheim&#8217;s searing <em>The Ladies Who Lunch</em> from 1970&#8217;s <em>Company</em>:</p> <p><iframe frameborder="0" height="315" src="//" width="560"></iframe></p> <p>Am I in danger of &#8220;keeping house but clutching a copy of <em>Life</em>, just to keep in touch&#8221;? By the mid-&#8217;70s (i.e. if I was an actual &#8217;70s Busy Woman and not a time traveller), I would have been ten years out from Betty Friedan&#8217;s &#8220;<a href="">problem that has no name</a>&#8221;; I can&#8217;t imagine that I would have ended up in full <em>Revolutionary Road</em> mode. Besides, I&#8217;m not married! </p> <p>I keep thinking about Mum telling me of her two older sisters going to anti-war protests in an era when photo evidence at Nanna&#8217;s house also tells me they were getting about in pretty floral prairie dresses. Why are we so quick to assume that homemakers, housewives and full-time mums back in the era of Limmits and Palmoliver were necessarily Stepford Wives?</p> <p>Feminist commentary loves to endlessly debate whether or not it&#8217;s possible to combine an active intellectual/political life with &#8220;homemaking&#8221;; the answer, it shouldn&#8217;t need to be said, is &#8220;of course&#8221; - which doesn&#8217;t stop certain segments of the feminist conversation throwing housewives and stay-at-home mums under the bus.</p> <p>I&#8217;m really interested to see if the year unfolds naturally: that is, will the menu-planning and hand-washing slowly drive me to become radicalised? Or will I be able to combine the two? Betty Ford&#8217;s legacy suggests the latter is possible.   </p> <p>Oh and just by the by, Betty&#8217;s 1974 official White House portrait is giving me major personal grooming inspiration: </p> <p><img src=""/></p>, 25 Jan 2014 19:23:46 -0500diaryDreams Of The Everyday House "Wife"<p>One week into Twenty Seventy proper (i.e. now that I have my own apartment) and I can tell you one thing: being a 1970s &#8216;Busy Woman&#8217; is EXHAUSTING. </p> <p><img alt="image" src=""/></p> <p>I decided that the notion of a Busy Woman - taken from Ellen Sinclair&#8217;s Women&#8217;s Weekly-branded <em>Busy Woman&#8217;s Cookbook</em>, natch - was a good place to start my &#8217;70s experience since I live by myself, am single, and have a job that, if I compressed all my spurts of writing into the days I have set deadlines each week, would amount to &#8220;part time work&#8221;; in other words, plenty of time for self-improvement and homemaking. </p> <p>So, with a handful of <em>Cosmopolitan</em> and <em>Cleo</em> magazines, all my cookbooks and craft encyclopedias, and a few boxes of self-help books under my arm, I&#8217;ve launched headfirst into Busy Womanhood. </p> <p>Most of all, this first few days has demonstrated how pathetically disorganised and lazy I&#8217;ve become in a decade of living alone: piles of clothes in the corner of the room, &#8220;dinner&#8221; of a can of tuna eaten standing over the sink at 8:45pm, a lassez faire approach to rubbish removal&#8230; I mean, obviously there were Busy Women who lived <strike>in squalour and desperation</strike> like me, but there wouldn&#8217;t be much point in time travelling if I was just going to eat Kraft Cheese every night and sit around in my undies. </p> <p>So, in other words, much as you are meant to avoid touching anything/stepping on any ants when you travel back in time, I&#8217;m behaving myself. </p> <p>That means things like planning the week&#8217;s meals and shopping accordingly (rather than dashing merrily though Trader Joe&#8217;s and grabbing whatever looked colourful, as I did the past two years), making and eating meals at reasonable times, cleaning the house, hand-washing my bras, and of course setting my hair and doing my makeup - as a dear friend of mine often says, &#8220;LORDT&#8221;. </p> <p>(I also can&#8217;t seem to decide whether it&#8217;s more appropriate to shave my legs or wax them; based on the research I&#8217;ve done so far c/o <em>Cosmo</em> and <em>Cleo</em>, it looks like waxing was saved for a special occasion and it was razors all the way the rest of the time. Anybody out there got any first-hand experience/opinions?) </p> <p>Add to that the mind-mangling issue of trying to learn crafts like crochet and macrame <em>without</em> being able to watch demonstrations on YouTube and consequently, there has been a lot of collapsing on the couch in my house-coat at 9pm and drifting off in front of an ABC Classic FM simulcast or a record, and waking to shuffle off to bed only when the needle clicks off. </p> <p><img alt="image" src=""/></p> <p>One thing a lot of people have asked so far is whether or not I am trying to maintain a &#8217;70s budget, and the short answer is &#8220;sort of&#8221;. </p> <p>I&#8217;m not an economist and have a shaky grasp of maths at the best of times, so I&#8217;m not going to drive myself insane working out the equivalent, accounting for inflation, in 2014 prices. I <em>am</em> taking <em>Dolly</em>'s advice from 1978 (pictured above) and putting aside money for a rainy day - since I'm notoriously bad at saving - and that's one instance in which I've worked out the modern day cost (which is &#8220;about $25&#8221;).</p> <p>Elsewhere, it&#8217;s a bit more complex (well, not really): fortunately the ingredients for most &#8217;70s recipes are pretty basic, and I am buying store brand products where possible since their prices are at least &#8220;&#8216;70s esque&#8221;. </p> <p>For clothes and homewares, since I&#8217;m shopping only at op-shops and from small-scale sellers on eBay and Etsy, the rule I&#8217;ve set myself is &#8220;what would it have cost in the &#8217;70s?&#8221; As I&#8217;ve got a decent selection of magazines, I can look at, say, a fashion spread from <em>Cleo</em> in 1976 and see that a party dress was listed as being $35; therefore, no more than $35 (and preferably much less!) for a similar second hand dress. That means, as I&#8217;ve noted before, I&#8217;m not shopping at &#8216;vintage stores&#8217;.</p> <p>Just out of sick fascination, I visited a few of Fitzroy&#8217;s vintage shops yesterday and was rendered apoplectic with rage at the prices (to the point that I speed-ate a sausage roll with sauce while charging angrily down Brunswick Street); $150 for a Bri-Nylon sun dress here, $85 for a knit top there, don&#8217;t-even-look-at-the-price sunglasses everywhere. I appreciate that the items are in decent condition but when the labels themselves are the &#8217;70s equivalent of Millers or Sportsgirl, the mind boggles. The Vintage/Retro Industrial Complex is out of control! </p> <p><img alt="image" src=""/></p> <p>Finally, like any good Busy Woman, I&#8217;m taking the time - in my lunch break on working days - to do a spot of self-improvement. This <a href="">Jean Baer</a> book promised to help any woman who was afraid of going to parties alone, which is me in a nutshell, and as someone who is most often described as &#8220;angry&#8221; and &#8220;aggressive&#8221;, it seemed like a good fit. </p> <p>This afternoon I&#8217;m off to my friends&#8217; long-weekend party and you best believe I&#8217;ll be bringing a tray of cheese cubes and stuffed olives with toothpicks in them. </p>, 24 Jan 2014 22:28:00 -0500diaryThe Move Is Made<p>Removalists finished, all packing materials binned, installed in a flat with a single-flush toilet and light fittings that don&#8217;t accommodate energy-saving bulbs: this must be the &#8217;70s!</p> <p><img alt="image" src=""/></p> <p>In fact, I <em>know</em> it&#8217;s the &#8217;70s because once my neighbours left after a glass or four of bubbles to toast the time machine, I pulled on my yellow rubber gloves, put some opera on the stereogram, and frantically scrubbed the fridge for half an hour. </p> <p>Am now on the couch leafing through <em>Golden Hands</em> craft digests with a cup of milk and some Milk Arrowroots. Party central, in other words. </p> <p>Now that all the drudgery of moving is (mostly) finished, expect to hear a lot more from me here (though you will also get more bang for your recently-decimalised buck by following @twentyseventy on Twitter and Instagram as well).</p> <p>And, on that note, keep an eye out for the Twenty Seventy podcast, which will be coming soon c/o <a href="">Hookturn</a> and recorded entirely on Tascam reel-to-reel tape. One of those things is true.</p>, 22 Jan 2014 06:48:00 -0500diaryTonight’s episode of Persons Of Interest features Gary...<iframe src="//" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0" title="Persons of Interest - Gary Foley" webkitallowfullscreen mozallowfullscreen allowfullscreen></iframe><br/><br/><p>Tonight’s episode of <em>Persons Of Interest</em> features Gary Foley - it’s my last night with a functioning television before the move so if you need me, I’ll be parked in front of SBS One from 8:30pm onwards!</p>, 21 Jan 2014 00:32:29 -0500diaryA Message From Within A Mountain Of Packing Boxes<p>I&#8217;m sure some of you are sat there thinking &#8220;HA! She couldn&#8217;t even last a month&#8221;, in which case I&#8217;m here to tell you you&#8217;re W.R.O.N.G.</p> <p><iframe frameborder="0" height="450" src="//" width="600"></iframe></p> <p>It&#8217;s been all &#8217;70s, all the time so far, but the radio silence is because <strike>it&#8217;s the &#8217;70s</strike> I&#8217;m in the process of moving house (plus a brief sojourn to the land of grandparents). In other words, setting up the time machine from within which the bulk of Twenty Seventy communications will occur!</p> <p>Some scattershot thoughts so far to tide you over: </p> <ul><li>I miss the Chemical Brothers, Amy Winehouse, Beck, Kanye West and Cypress Hill</li> <li>I miss <em>Galaxy Quest</em>, <em>Master &amp; Commander</em> and <em>Avatar</em></li> <li>I can&#8217;t get enough salad, which is to say, iceberg lettuce, curly parsley, tomato wedges and black olives (from a jar, ploise) with French dressing</li> <li>I don&#8217;t think I&#8217;ve eaten this much white bread or this many sandwiches in like twelve years</li> <li>I&#8217;m trying really hard not to think about how to approach dating without the help of ~the internet~</li> <li>It&#8217;s quite nervewracking transporting stereograms in the back seat of a station wagon</li> <li>Only three weeks into a much more involved hair and makeup routine than I&#8217;m used to and I already feel like an abject failure on the days that I leave the house without my hair curled and solidified by Elnett</li> <li>Don&#8217;t believe the hype: Bri-Nylon is actually really cool (temperature-wise <em>and</em> style-wise) in summer!</li> <li>Beyond relieved to read a 1976 <em>Cosmo</em> article (thanks to <a href="">houseofbeasties</a> for the loan!) about natural period pain remedies that contained all of my favourites</li> </ul><p>And if you don&#8217;t believe me about the sandwiches, here&#8217;s a recent winner: </p> <p><img src=""/></p> <p>Tip Top, chicken, mayo, iceberg lettuce.</p> <p>See you next week when things kick up a notch! </p>, 20 Jan 2014 02:36:13 -0500diary