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Man, I've been having some wigged-out dreams lately. Last night I was Elvis' girlfriend whilst he was here on tour. Yep, just Elvis touring in Sydney. In 2013. And he was the hot 1968 come-back-special Elvis, you dig? Eh, EH? Ok, OK, that's the total Elvis groupie in me speaking out. He told me that he loved me and I could be his Sydney girlfriend because he had lots of girlfriends all over the world, before he got on the Eastern Suburbs line train to the airport - where it was unclear if he was catching an economy Virgin Atlantic flight or if he had a private jet. I really thought that in this day and age, Elvis Presley would have a private jet, but it seemed weird that he was catching a train with everyone else. So then I figured that since the music industry is where it is these days, they just needed to tighten the belt.
Anyways, I also dreamed that I went back to school to study Ancient Egypt - that's probably because I watched something on Foxtel about the Pharaohs before going to sleep. And that I ate cheese.
So, between the lovin' from Elvis and the Pharaohs of Egypt, I dreamt up this outfit via Polyvore. It's all Gypsy-meets-Hipster-meets-Egyptian glamour. The key is the hat (I am looking feverishly for this hat, where oh WHERE are you?!) and the over-sized Topshop boyfriend blazer. MUST HAVE.
Now I have a rather large amount of DIY's to tackle over the weekend, so I'm off to prepare...
Rock the weekend peeps x
Now I have a rather large amount of DIY's to tackle over the weekend, so I'm off to prepare...
Rock the weekend peeps x
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