I would have finished the title but I forgot how the rhyme went, anyway, the point is I watched Picnic at Hanging Rock the other day (belated Mothers day gift). Since then I've been structuring everything I say eloquently, and wishing my school uniform looked like this:
Instead of daggy pale blue and navy. I feel like actually writing something on MLIA, it would go something like "My school uniform doesn't look like the get up of the picnic at hanging rock girls MLIA" but thats a tiny bit sad to go to all that effort for making and irrelevant point that only I'm going to understand. I almost did wear a floaty white dress today, to be honest its actually a nighty, so called "vintage" from Marks and Sparks with a cain hat too, but it was 15 degrees today and rained hard, it would have turned see through and not looked that great with my coles home-brand umbrella. I wore jeans! -accomplished smile-
I haven't given up on my mission to dress like I'm from a 1900's Australian boarding school girl quite yet, but the weather is inappropriate (so is Inner-West Sydney suburbia mind you). Lately Rumi from Fashion Toast has been though, you know what "they" (who are they?) say "Imitation is the highest form of flattery" (personally never agreed when it was at my expense ~deja vu~ THATS MY JOKE!) but I'm hypocritical and you love it ;-)
I don't actually believe I could pull this outfit off, but I have a similar dress and a similar jacket HOORAH!
Picnic at Hanging Rock is a rather good film, one of the few Australian films I've actually enjoyed. Peter Weir is amazing, the story was amazing and I'm going to read the book just to figure out what the hell was going on. It scared me out of my witts and I'm not really sure why, perhaps it was the noise the rocks made. (I realize how strange this will sound to the 0 people who read my blog who haven't actually seen the film). Anyway, I never thought I'd say this about an Australian film, but its probably one of my favorite films ever, its just so beautiful and despite the pan-pipes you could hardly tell it was made in the 70s, the grainy film suits it so much. I think the whole movie is a bit like an ode to Miranda, and why not? Its made me actually look forward to 40 degree summer days and trips to the country, too bad its winter :(
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