OH JACKET, MY JACKET.

My love-hate relationship with attempting to acquire New York City friendly outfits has turned into a little bit of an obsession. Constantly turning websites over and over in my head – patching together outfits, churning through my wardrobe and returning to my computer with an upset turtle-face laid on thick. Yes, once again, I have nothing to wear.

My main fear is looking like a complete and utter tourist – yes, I know I actually am a tourist while I am in New York, but the fact remains – I DON’T WANT TO LOOK LIKE A TOURIST. Shamefully, I still will be posing in front of ALL OF THE THINGS with my hands curled in the telltale “rabbit ears”, but what the hell, I put that down to genetics.

So when I found out that the utterly lovely Cintya was clearing out her own wardrobe to accrue some funds, I leaped at the opportunity to, not only weed through her collection of clothes, but also, to seek out a jacket to take with me to the Big Apple.

And my, was I in luck – I managed to score this fabulous like-new khaki jacket with detachable collar and detachable inner lining – that’s right – depending on the level of cold, you can defrag the jacket until it suits your temperaturely-surroundings – the perfect jacket for me, since I will not only be in New York for over a week, but I will also be heading out to Taipei on my way back (yes, MORE shopping).

The jacket arrived, packed up perfectly, in a plastic sleeve and tough bag – a great idea, since over the last few days, the rain has been creatively soggying up the place. Once pulled out of the packaging, I found that the jacket smelled great – freshly laundered! I immediately stuck my face into the jacket, and wiffed-up the super-clean scent – like some catnip obsessed cat.

Packaging aside, the jacket (from Lowry Farm’s sub-brand, LEPSIM), was absolutely fabulous – it is made out of heavy khaki, and sports a handful of nifty pockets and a snap-button cuffed hem. The jacket hem sits just on the hips – it seems a bit snug, but when tried on with Heattech and a sweater underneath, it still does not appear bulky. I nearly melted with joy…oh yeah, and heat.

The padded interior and fluffy collar very easily attach and detach with small button loops that line the interior of the jacket – and once removed, the jacket transforms into a very cute, military style coat, that can be layered over an array of dresses and tops from Autumn right through to Spring.

The collar is super-soft – I have an inkling that it is actually rabbit fur? I’m not certain (as it clearly does not smell of rabbit…also, I haven’t smelt a rabbit for a good long while) – but I would not be surprised if it were. I spent a good long while rubbing it against my face, it was so very fluffy.

In addition to the cute jacket, Cintya also including a few adorable little gifts and a postcard that she picked up on her recent trip to Vietnam! Oh my, what a sweetie!

LEPSIM is known for their Mori-Girl* style – and even looking at their site inspires me to tweak my wardrobe and ready myself for cold weather – I’ve always wanted to invest in a high-quality khaki jacket, and thank-goodness for Cintya, because now I have achieved that – but at only a fraction of the price! YESSSSSSSS! Also, Cintya does also have a few things left in her little shop, go check it out – expecially if you’re looking for some great bargains, with goods from both Australia and Japan!

Other adorable Lepsim looks that I will be emulating. Or, just viewing from afar and drooling over:

Oh wait, let’s not forget the actual Lowrys Farm label, too! Oh my, put it in a bag and give them all to me right now:

* The mori girls (森ガール) belong to a Japanese subculture. ‘Mori’ means forest in Japanese, and mori girls look like fairytale forest wanderers in their loose dresses, vintage prints and quaint accessories. Mori girls choose to live their lives on their own terms, stopping to appreciate the little things that others overlook amidst the hustle and bustle of daily life.

MORE BBQ-ING, THE MERRIER.

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I’m starting to see a somewhat troubling pattern in my eating habits – or perhaps it’s got to do with being particularly fond of barbecuing ALL OF THE THINGS – but just the other weekend, we took to eating char-grilled meat and vegetables at my friend’s acreage. Yes, they live on an acreage and have two dogs, a cat and an enviously large back-yard. Of course I wanted to frolic through their back yard, but unfortunately did not get the chance – a huge, Typically Australian thunder storm rolled in and made things (and one of her dogs) uncomfortably wet. I’ll just have to leave frolicking to another time.

BEAUTIFUL SUNSET: Driving out bush to their place, I decided to take advantage of the fact that I wasn't driving.

I finally got the opportunity to trial my mixed-drink making skills and even I was impressed by the delicious out come - even though I haven’t yet thought of a name for it – sicne I figure, that’s what you do when you mix a drink – you give it a ridiculous name.

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RECIPIE:

  • 1/2 shot of strawberry syrup
  • 1 shot of Ketel One (or vodka of choosing)
  • Fresh strawberries (muddied)
  • Chunk of lemon, lightly squeezed
  • Ice
  • Fill with lemonade to top

I even bought appropriately coloured paper straws for the event – only to find that even though they’re damn pretty, they’re also pretty damn useless. Within minutes, the straws (which I thought were composed of wax paper) turned into pretty paper pulp. Moral of this story? Buy some normal straws next time.

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Nan’s idea of a “delicious drink”, on the other hand, is slightly different to mine – and even though he conceded that my Strawberry Girly Drink was delicious, he decided to make his own take on a “mixed drink” – by shoving as many lemons and limes as he could into a tumbler with a a massive dose of vodka and soda. Classy.

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To distract us from our drinking shenanigans, our lovely hosts had prepared for us a veritable feast of things on sticks - chicken drumsticks, chicken hearts, chicken giblets, tripe, intestine, lamb, beef, mushrooms, broccoli, cauliflower, quail eggs - you name it, it was on a stick some where, grilled to perfection and then liberally stuffed into our faces with candour. Mmm, all of the delicious things!

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BUTTER: We all love butter, quite a bit.

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QUAIL EGGS: Yes, those really are quail eggs on sticks - talk about extreme!

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GOOD COMPANY: Of course a barbecue is nothing without good company - it was great to catch up with a few friends over a delicious feast!

Oh yes, did I mention they also have an absolutely ADORKABLE CAT? Her name is fluffy and I want to steal her – for a 14 year-old feline creature, she looks fairly perky – and she has the most adorable little white boots! Gnaaawwww.

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FLUFFY! CAN I STEAL YOU?