A dear friend told me yesterday, "You don't realize how strong you really are".
I think she's right.
She looked me in the eyes and said it straight.
And that's how it really is for so many of us.
We don't always realize when we're strong because we have to be tough all the time.
There are those like me who should probably have it tattooed on their eyelids.
That's GaNg$Ta.
I've been feeling like a GaNg$Ta all week after casting off body aging hangups like a python sheds its skin in spring.
Thank you, all of you for sharing your thoughts and helping us all to be strong.
Fuck anyone who tells a woman how she's supposed to feel and look at a certain age.
Darling Bella of Citizen Rosebud bared her heart in her Pin Up or Shut Up post on our celebration of the body beautiful, while privately harbouring prejudices about our own body shape.
And Vix of Vintage Vixen had a wonderfully heated rant about how feeling awesome and sexacious is simply a state of mind.
At any age.
GaNg$Ta.










First up was Sarah Misfit who snapped up this amazing, huge 1970s cake tin for me from an op shop and stuffed it full of goodies.
The Stylist and I have been haggling over the scrumptiously warm 1980s cotton velour jumpsuit and she won out this week, wearing it to bed every night!



She is precious, kind and compassionate and I just wanted to hug her all the time ... of course we both wore green because we understand the power of the best color of all time.
She spoilt me with scrumptious gifts, including an amazing granny bag made from a bath mat, bling-bling and a fab print of Deborah Kerr which immediately joined the Wall of Wenches in our lounge room.



She sent me this INCREDIBLE 1970s maxi with semi-sheer lace daisy bodice and sleeves.
And it's a perfect fit - GAH!

I nearly died.

Swoon...






I snaffled it up from a Facebook friend who was selling off some gear to, of course, make room for more pretties.







Love Desiree xxx