My night to remember

My Grade 6 Graduation outfit (almost) didn’t cost a dime. As is the tradition, I was fashionably late. As I walked down the red carpet my fellow Year 6′s  yelled “Go Tallulah!” “You Go Girl”. Oh, and I was the only one in high heels and Vintage.

All ready to go.
All ready to go.
  • Green suede 1950′s heels – my ‘unofficial’ first pair of heels. These Italian stilts were found at a closing down sale of a massive theatrical costume collection.
  • Kitten tattoo stockings – these plain skin-coloured tights had little kitten’s faces on the back of the calves. Cute!
  • 1950′s petticoats – Two vintage petticoats: one edged with orange, pink and yellow tulle; the other with white lace and blue satin ribbon.
  • 1950′s tea-dress – Hand-altered by mum, this fitted cotton dress had a low back and full skirt. It felt good to dance in. It was tight fitting and it made me feel like a superstar.
  • Black suede belt – Forget the little black dress (LBD), it’s the Little Black Belt.
  • Multicolour casein bead necklace – This was made around the corner in Easey St, Collingwood from milk byproducts before the second world war.
  • Pearl collar –  The Audrey Hepburn-inspired faux pearl looked fantastic with the colourful casein beads.
  • Floral ‘Frida’ headband –  A special gift from someone I love. On my birthday, I was a little unhappy, because i didn’t get a floral headband like this. Little did I know that I would get one specially made and presented to me on my Graduation Day.
  • Beaded gold handbag – You can never go wrong with a golden clutch.
Back view
Back view

X Tallulah

My beautiful lengths.

Like the majority of girls, since birth, I’d grown my hair.

After Grade 6 Camp I was busting to rid myself of this stereotype.  The very next day, I went to my hairdresser, Deanna and had it all chopped off into a pixie cut.

pre-haircutDeanna starting..things get seriousno turning backdone!

I was determined to send my hair to ‘Beautiful Lengths’ to get it made into a wig for women who have had chemotherapy.  I’m happy that it can be put to good use.

My grandmother went through chemotherapy. She didn’t want to wear a wig – probably because it was not made of real hair – but I know a lot of other women who would.

my donation

Guppies just have little guppies

‘The Book of Everything’

Belvoir and Theatre of Image at Melbourne Theatre Company

“Might I first add” before I say anything about this show, I need to say this. You should NEVER take a young child to a theatre production if it’s meant for people older than them. This fantastic show was meant for 9+ but I saw kids maybe 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 and 7. It’s like the parents don’t even read the program.

Last Saturday, me and my friend Dev went to see a theatre show called ‘The Book of Everything’. It was pretty much about a 9 year old boy called Thomas whose father forced his views onto the whole family. It was set in Post WWII Amsterdam. Things were changing – and not just for women.  It had strong independent female characters; Eliza the girl next door with the squeaking leather leg (sadly 16); Margot, Thomas’ feisty sister; the eccentric hoarder Mrs Van Amersfoort; the proud pants-wearing Aunty Pie and his Mamma.

‘The Book of Everything’ was sort of Thomas’ diary, written without his father knowing. Something he could write secretly, instead of being suppressed by his father.

Mr Klopper, Thomas’ father was extremely conservative. He was single-minded and there was only one book that mattered to him and that was The Bible. He was the man of the house and everything and everyone was beneath him. The times changed after the war, but he wasn’t changing with them. He was extremely violent with his wife and his son.  There was a menacing presence about him and the family did not feel comfortable or happy around him. When his wife hit back, he beat her to the floor in front of the children. It reminded me of Mrs Van Ammerfoort telling Thomas about when the Nazis had made everyone watch when they shot her husband.

Thomas built relationships outside of the house and family.  His father painted a picture of a stern, cold, unloving Jesus. But in Thomas’ mind, Jesus was just like everyone else. He had problems with his Dad too. Jesus flashed in and out of Thomas’ life. They talked many times, but they were conversations, not prayers. He was sick of being nailed to the cross every year, and sick of being High & Mighty so please, call him ‘Jesus’. He was always reminding Thomas that he was special.

His neighbour, the mysterious Mrs Van Amersfoort lends Thomas books.  When he asks what the books are for, she answers, “for fun”. Thomas had never seen books as fun, because books had always had to mean something – either from school or The Bible. But he finds out he’s a fantastic reader and Mrs Van Amersfoort is enchanted by him reading out loud: “Swans have cygnets. Seals have puppies. But guppies just have little guppies” by Ogden Nash. In Mrs Van Amersfoort’s case, people judged her like they judge a book by its cover. She is scrutinised by the public eye because she dresses in dark clothing and she’s old, lives alone and is a confident women. She has a fun-loving, childlike personality and her life is full of wonder and she loves to have visitors because she is lonely.

The women band together. A  Reading Out Loud Club date is set but the father still can’t think while sitting next to an open window.

They had very few props – mostly chairs and a table. They changed settings very often because each scene was played out in front of a massive book and the characters who were not used in that scene would turn the pages to a different setting.

‘The Book of Everything’ shows the importance of the written word and how that can affect somebody and change their situation.

XXX  tallulah

Look of the day #7


I remember wearing this outfit down Smith St and attracting some stares and “she’s so colourful ” since Melburnians (and me ) are so famous for wearing black, I thought I might shake it up a bit.

HARD RUBBISH: A household worth of unloved and unwanted furniture goes rogue


This is not just a pile of old rubbish on a street corner. This is a legacy; life and death; a piece of handmade love and joy.

Hard Rubbish was hard rubbish.

They had no eyes or other facial features but they were really genuine characters. You could see the puppeteer’s bodies and they didn’t try to hide. This did not take anything away from the experience – I think it added to it. This was no Muppets movie (though, I do like The Muppets). No. This is the future of puppetry.

When a bunch of discarded furniture realises that they will be spending the rest of their uncanny lives in a council tip, they say “No More!”. This ragtag team of furniture battles against all odds to save their community, but with the constant flatpack invasion what are their chances of survival? Though their owners have long abandoned them, the spirt they have awakened is roaring with passion.

In this disposable generation, old family-loved furniture is replaced by cheap, mass-produced, short-lived designer knock-offs (not in reference to any particular Swedish homewares store).  But when a new shiny dresser arrives on the block, it leaves a few too many questions unanswered.MALTHOUSE Hard Rubbish PHOTO Jeff Busby_1232

I’m not going to give it all away but the end scene was a catastrophe – for the flatpacks that is.  A poo ambush on the potty pirate’s part, a lovestruck couch pillow loses its other half, a nine iron gets a whole in one, a rebel turned pink pony delivers the final blow.

I left asking one question “who the heck is going to clean this up?”, but I love a good show that ends with a big bang.


I was invited to Men Of Steel’s opening night performance of Hard Rubbish, so I got the chance to meet the performers and creators after the show. They shared some trade secrets with me of how they kept the furniture alive, show after show.

Quick! Hard Rubbish is showing now at Malthouse.

Book a ticket now while you can book here .

If you are inspired and want to make your own hard rubbish creations, head here.

And if you want a sneak peek of the show go here.

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A very Tavi weekend #2 (2 in 1 style review)


A Very Fashionable Queue

These are two pictures of some amazing girls in their amazing outfits



I found this one of a kind girl right at the front of the queue but I could spot her a mile away . This was at Tavi’s talk so you can’t go wrong with a homemade flower headband. These extra cute retro glasses definitely match her lower cut doc’s which teamed with socks over stockings is the best fashion rule I have ever broken (and they are polka dots). This cute cut dress is met with a gorgeous green farmland country print (I”m not sure if its Eastern or Western?) and she went a little unorthodox by tieing the ribbon at the front.



This young lady waiting by the door had a natural, dark, animalistic vibe to her outfit. Hair mysteriously swept to the side with a leopard print scarf wrapped around her head, unseen a peach cardigan and an indian patterned deep brown, green and red blouse lurks beneath. Worn leather combat boots, a cord jacket lined with fur and and essential denim short gives this outfit a rustic feel. AND TO TOP IT OFF AN AMERICAN ACCENT makes this girl effortlessly cool.


docs, black tights, awesome attitude and both Tavi fangirls (why so much Doc Martens?)

XX Tallulah

A very Tavi weekend #1

We arrived at the Athenaeum Theatre (an old theatre on Collins Street) early to find a massive queue of stylish girls waiting to get into the Tavi’s World talk. Rookie’s editor, Tavi Gevinson had been invited by the  Melbourne Writer’s Festival to give a keynote address. It was a very diverse age group – mainly under 20′s.

Me at The Athenaeum
Me at The Athenaeum

While we were waiting in the queue, I took some photos of some fantastic girls, but then they all started asking me for a photo and what my blog address was. It was pretty cool.

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Tavi gingerly stepped onstage. there was so much applause, she looked a little bit overwhelmed.

I liked her power point display – it was hand drawn-ish and didn’t look computerised. She talked about imagining if David Attenborough did a nature documentary about One Direction.. “Harry Styles is stepping out of the limo. A stiff breeze, but his hair, it doesn’t move.”

Tavi talked about being a ‘fangirl’ and how it’s not about the Stars, it’s about how being a Fangirl makes YOU feel. She talked about her and her boyfriend breaking up, being diagnosed with depression, and ways she dealt with it, including her addiction to making journals.

She said that it was more fun looking at at home in her bedroom than being in the front row of the Paris fashion shows.

After her talk, she did a Q&A session with the audience. A lot of the questions were very repetitive, but she coped with it.

I felt pretty happy when we left. It felt pretty special to be in the same room as THE Tavi Gevinson.

When I am her age I’d like to be as confident as she is.