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Lily Max, Fashion Blogger

Wed, 08 Feb 2012 13:34:16 +1300

Lily Max - Fashion Blogger

I love love love fashion. Oh yeah!

I’ve been scooting around cyberspace looking for some style advice for us girls. Net result: there is none. Unless you want to dress up in Baby Ga Ga.. So I thought to myself. Then I thought some more. And I decided to become the world’s youngest fashion blogger. So peeps, I will tell it like it is. Then when I have a few faithful followers I will commision my clever compardre, Gustav from Russia to illustrate my opinions - so you can SEE for yourself what I’m talking about in two dimensional colour. Here goes....

There have been some ultra cute shorts around this summer. My advice is if you can rock it, get those tanned legs OUT! My personal favs are my cream chiffon beaded shorts. They're almost like wearing shorts as jewellery, so I team them with black hi-tops and my orange op shop sweatshirt. Orange is my summer colour; I like it burnt, fluro, safety, coral. But just one piece at a time. Over and out from - Lily Max, Fashion Blogger xx ps. this is not me below in my shorts, it's a card Angelica made for me!

To tweet or to twit?

Thu, 15 Dec 2011 14:27:03 +1300

Dear Followers, It is with regret that I must resign my position of……Ha ha just kidding. Or kudding as we say in New Zee-uld. You can’t get rid of me that quuck. Especially when very soon there will be chocolate Santas to eat and presents to rip open. But it is with regret that I will have to turn off my ‘comment-a-bility section’. Due to twits babbling on about all sorts of nonsense like ‘what socks to wear in Ugg boots’. How do they find me?? In future if you want to speak to ME – Lily Max, facebook me http://www.facebook.com/pages/LilyMax-Fan-Club/160953683965154 (eek that looks scary). I thought about being a twit I mean a tweeter. But I don’t think I’d be able to say what I want to say in 140 characters or less. Do you? Off in search of Mistletoe… twit to woo to you too. LM xx Lily Max-a-bi-lity. ps. what do you call a treat with a missing 'R'?? - a tweet.

Time Travel

Mon, 31 Oct 2011 12:04:59 +1300

Soz kiddos. Long time no hear. I've been time travelling... Yep I leap frogged to the year 2020. Boyo boy what did I find there? Well I found plenty to write home about so here I am. Writing well blogging actual factual. 1. Heaps of new flavours of icecream. My fav: caramalized kumara, and peanut butter and custard. Yummo. 2. Hand held phones are no longer required. Nope everyone has a voice activated micro-chip embedded in their ear lobe. yep. Just say, 'Hey Mum can you bring out another pitcher of cool lemonade. We're in the garden under the umbrella' and walla kazam there it is (parents are more obedient also). 3. Glace cherries have been eradicated from all fruit cakes (huge sigh of relief I know). 4. The hole in the ozone layer has closed up so we no longer have to wear hats and loads of sun block every time we go outside. Sunglasses are optional and only for looking cool. Bring on a better world I say. Toodle oodle LMxx

A Perfect World

Fri, 16 Sep 2011 13:23:10 +1200

Last night in bed Angelica told me she had devised the perfect world…

Ok so when your dinner plate arrives all the vegetables turn into lollies. And when you go to brush your teeth ice cream comes out of the toothpaste tube.

What flavour?

Cookies and cream.

Won’t the lumps of cookie get stuck coming out.

Ok Vanilla Bean then.

Anything else?

What do you mean?

Is there anything else in your perfect world. Like giveaway couture dresses. Because I’ve always wondered what happens to all those beautiful dresses when they get off the runway. I mean they’d be all sweaty, so you couldn’t just plonk them in a shop. OMG - I’ve just answered my own question. They must dry clean them. Then attach a price tag and hang them in a shop. What would you call that? Re-couture-cling?

A ripoff, says Angelica yawning.

Totes. I say, which means I totally agree with bells on. See yas. LM.

Tring-a-Ling It's Spring

Fri, 09 Sep 2011 09:00:24 +1200

I know I’ve said this before but – spring has sproing. There I was quietly minding my own business lying on my bed doodling in my Secret Diary when I looked out the window and saw… teeny meeny greeny weeny buds, on the brown twiglets of the Willow tree. OMGIS oh my golly it’s spring I thought. When did winter finish? Did someone up in the sky say enough already of snow and wind I’m flipping over the season chart into spring: green buds, fluffy lambs, daffodils and cart wheeling in bare feet on the lawn. Race ya there LM xx

Oh Blog Me

Thu, 11 Aug 2011 11:12:00 +1200

Hey kids this writing is the right size for an ant... you might need your magnifying glass. I was reading this hilarious picture book last night to my little bro Rocco, about a man who loses his head. (he left it at the office but you don't know that till later). His kids make him a new head out of papier mache, so he doesn't look too weird. His wife likes the new version of her husband because he cannot snore and she can get him to do all her housework because being headless made him very obedient. Rocco was giggling like a chimpanzee the whole way through - even more so when the man finds his old head. It's by Quentin Blake you should get it out of the library. Sometimes I wish I could lose my head for a bit - it gets so full of ideas and solutions, it sits heavy as on my shoulders... talk to ya'all real soon. LMxx It's good to be back it's good to be back. Yeah!

The blog-os-sphere

Thu, 16 Jun 2011 10:09:16 +1200

Hey kids it’s all happening so fast I barely have time to learn my spelling words this week. And you and me both know I need to. Why did the person who created the English language have so many silent letters. I mean the letter ‘k’ has a lot to answer for: I know I knit and I have knots. So does the letter ‘B’ plonking itself right in the middle of a word then expecting us to know it’s there like ‘climbing’ for example. And then there's my 'LilyMax Fan Club' on Facebook. Boyo you can spend an age on there being a Nosy Parker! Meanwhile I should be designing a winter outfit. Well it’s supposed to be winter in my part of the world. But winter will not come. The mountain is patiently waiting for snow and the ponds are waiting for ice. And this morning there was a lunar eclipse. Imagine; for a few moments our earth comes directly inbetween the sun and the moon – making the moon go dark. Radical. Back to nattering about knitting… I’ve nearly finished a techno-colour boucle wool mini skirt. It will look rad with my fluro punk pink tights and my vintage Swandri shrunk-in-the-wash red and black tartan cropped jacket over a black slashed t-shirt. Talk about clash of the titans. Laters love yas LM

facebook fan club

Fri, 10 Jun 2011 09:43:01 +1200

Isn't that cool! I'm everywhere. Go have a squizz and leave a comment or just 'like' me. Ahhhh LMx Toodle Oo so much to do...

Free Printables Free Printables Free Printables

Fri, 27 May 2011 09:52:42 +1200

Oh my delectable doorhangers... I have 'Don't mess with the floor-d-robe', hanging on my door this morning. I'm in the middle of a very important design project. No way can mum go into my bedroom with the dreaded vacumn cleaner. Mrs Tidy is always sucking up important bits - like last week I designed the cutest crochet look bobble beanie with a mink pom pom. And can I find it? No. I'm sure it got sucked up the pipe and is now lying in a bag of dust and fluff. Today is Bad hair day at school. I tied my long locks into a turban, poked willow twigs in, clicked on some pretend birds and eh Voila birds nest head! Happy day love yas LMxx

Door Hangers Door Hangers Door Hangers

Fri, 20 May 2011 11:34:50 +1200

Hey Kids jump over to my new Printables page, fill your printer up with card (if you've got it) paper if not. And print off a door hanger. You've got four to choose from. I'm in the mood for a lie in tomorrow. So I'm going to print off: 'Breakfast in Bed' After I've snipped around the edges, I'll paste it onto card, so it lasts longer. mmm please deliver: cinnamon toast (my fav). Have fun, tell your friends and get printing. love yas LM

Viva Austria! Austria Ist Schon

Thu, 12 May 2011 12:17:23 +1200

Girl oh girl, did she have other plans. No sooner had I folded my nightie under the pillow when Jane announced, ‘I need some peace and quiet Lily Max. I need to be on my own so I can get to work on your book.’ ‘But I can help you research. I’m a people-person. I’m good at interviewing.’ ‘No you’re the main character. I have to find the back story. And you need to get back to school.’ She had a point. I hadn’t practiced spelling for ages and I needed to update my To Do List. So I was sent home, as an unaccompanied minor. When I got back to school everyone was the same, but different…

Destination Austria

Tue, 10 May 2011 11:03:03 +1200

The next day we took the train to our final destination – Saalbach, Austria. Research post for ‘Lily Max - Slope Style’. Our train twisted upwards through a valley coated in snow. It was like we were on a roller coaster, zipping through a tunnel of icecream. Wunderbar! I’d loved our train journey but I was weary. All I wanted to do was unpack my underpants into a drawer at Hotel Peter and stretch out on my bed. Then I’d planned to build a snowwoman and eat some Emperor’s trifle - Kaisserschmarren. Picture this: spongy strips of warm fluffy pancake sprinkled with icing sugar and raisins, with a bowl of hot apple sauce for dipping. But the day we arrived Jane had other plans….h e l p LM

Ride Em Cowgirl

Mon, 09 May 2011 11:31:59 +1200

Have I told you that we went ice skating on the Eiffel Tower in Paris? No bull, we did and I thought that was EPIC, well, until we went cow trekking in Switzerland. And I don’t mean we took a cow for a walk. Oh no - we the rode cows. My cow was called Paloma. She was very gentle and only hopped sideways once! She even had her own cow saddle - and a bell with her name on it around her neck. Totally epic. More soonest LM

Zurich, Switzerland.

Wed, 04 May 2011 10:26:02 +1200

So back to the travelogue - where were we? On a train on the way to Switzerland, heading south east across France. We met a kind Swiss man who shared his sticky apricot strudel cakes with us. He said his grandmother made them, only they were in a plastic packet.. Then the train conductor made him move to another seat because he was in the wrong one. I worried he might be a criminal and that his cakes were poisonous. Then I saw the man eating his, with a cup of tea and I knew they were safe. I felt bad for being suspicious when I had sticky apricot on my chin and my pen (I was sketching a girl sitting across from me with pink hair and lots of metal studs in her face). The city of Zurich was all crisp and grey under a blanket of river fog when we arrived. The church spires were spikier than France and the clothes were hidden under thick coats so I couldn’t see the fashion. Our hotel gave us cocoa pops and huge sachets of nutella for breakfast. I spread two sachets inside a warm croissant (and put two more in my pocket.) The next day we drank hot chocolate at Café Schober, made with real schoggi. No I did not turn brown from all the chocolate eating. Take me to Schoggiland...Lmx

If at first you don't succeed...

Wed, 04 May 2011 10:22:19 +1200

Ok. The choccy easter bunny mould didn’t work. Mum said I overworked the chocolate. It went all grainy and stuck onto the china bunny. We had to dig it out. Oh well. Next year. Chocolate is chocolate; in the shape of a bunny or not. Today is not too late to send in a door hanger suggestion. But tomorrow will be.. LMx

Are we there yet?

Sun, 24 Apr 2011 07:41:18 +1200

No we haven’t even taken the train to Zurich yet, which is on the way to Austria. But since in real time it’s Easter bunny day I thought I’d take a break from my travel-diary-recall and say: Happy Easter one and all! I woke up early and found a pink and mauve tinsel-lee wrapped Easter bunny at the foot of my bed (not that beds have feet). Orsom! Ahh so now that my tummy is full of cocoa beans and cream I can tell you that; Gustav is busy preparing a new crafty item for my website (under my direction of course). Door hangers – you know handy signs to inform parents and pesky brothers, what’s going on behind your bedroom door. For example: DO NOT ENTER – MIDNIGHT FEAST IN PROGRESS ATTENTION HAP-HAZARDOUS WORK SPACE – glue, paper, sticky pens, scissors, fabric, feathers and pins everywhere. Enter at own risk. PLEASE TIDY MY ROOM – I cannot because my hairbrush has just fallen down the toi---let. or DO NOT TIDY MY ROOM – I LIKE IT MESSY. So my friends if you have any requests for door hangers, send them through pronto and I’ll see what I can do… And don’t forget to eat huge amounts of choccy today. Ps. Angelica and moi made our own easter bunny in Mum’s porcelain bunny jelly mould. We are not entirely convinced this will work. I’ll keep you posted I mean blooged no blogged. Love yas LMx

Next stop Paris, France

Mon, 11 Apr 2011 16:12:08 +1200

Yawn! I went to the princess academy and it was SO boring. Fortunately I’m going to be a fashion designer when I grow up not a princess. Bonjour and Allo allo. We R now in gay Paree. As in Paris home of La Tour Eiffel and nutella crepes (warm and squishy and chocolat-ee and nuttee and to die for). How did we get here?? No it wasn’t in a boat nor in a plane, zoot alors we came by train. Trains are epic. You can stand up, walk around (more like sway clickety click clickety clack). Have a messy picnic, watch the scenery skip by out the window, boy you can even charge your laptop (yep trains have powerpoints). Trains are by far my best way to travel ever. This train (the Eurostart, I mean Eurostar) even goes under the ocean. How freaky is that. Unfortunately you can’t see any sea creatures or sharks swimming by because you are under the ocean floor. Then as if like magic you pop out in France, travel through the countryside passed French horses and French houses, then pull up right into the Gare du Nord in the centre of Paris. So we jumped in a taxi and zipped to our 4th floor attic apart-e-ment. Then we went on a search for a genuine French macaroon. Food before fashion always darling…we didn’t have to go far (about two cartwheels). Because fashion and food are everywhere you look in Paris. And Laa-dur-ay (Laduree) is about as famous as you get when it comes to macaroons. I had orange blossom and Madagascar chocolate and Jane had liquorice and blackcurrent violet. Then her tongue went a very weird colour, a bit like the punk tights I bought at Top Shop in London. You can never have too many accessories. Ps. if you don’t know what a macaroon looks like you need to google it pronto. Love yas LMx

I went to London to visit the Queen...

Wed, 06 Apr 2011 14:53:37 +1200

Only she wasn’t at home. I know this to be a fact, not because she’d left a note on the gates of Buckingham palace to me: Dear Lily Max, I’m out but please make yourself at home, signed Queen Elizabeth II. Kidding! I knew because her guards were wearing grey jackets instead of red jackets (that may be a coincidence).I knew because our taxi driver told us the Royal Standard flag only flies when Queenie is there. Talk about disappointed. I couldn’t even get a peek in the windows to have a look at her bedchamber let alone have a cup of tea with her and a cucumber Fussy (like I dreamed). I was about to walk off head hung low and I spied something extra-ordinary stuck to the huge black pronged gates with the swirly gilty gold coat of arms in the center. The note said: All Wanabe Princesses come to the Little Princesses Academy, Piccadilly Circus Thursday 4pm sharp. Then scribbled at the bottom. ‘Learn how to curtsey like a princess and pick parsley out of your teeth without anybody noticing. Bring on tomorrow I say. LM xx

Breakfast After Tiffanys

Mon, 28 Mar 2011 15:17:58 +1300

What is Tiffanys? It is this absolutely dazzling diamond store darling. As soon as we enter, the sales lady (with ghd’d blonde hair), treats us like we have loads of cash in our pocket books (American for handbag). She says. Hello ladies you look like you need to try on our 2.8 carat yellow and white diamond ring. Then she slips this to-die-for sparkler out of its display box and glides it onto my ring finger (the one beside the littlest finger on your left hand). It’s beautiful, I gasp. There is no price tag in sight. I feel like Princess Kate, for all of three minutes. Then I give it back and ask, how much is it? $9,500 she replies with a smile. Alas I only have $29.50 american. So we head out for waffles.

Do you speak American?

Wed, 23 Mar 2011 14:23:51 +1300

Ok. So where am I heading on this jetliner, (looking a little smudged after I’ve had dinner wiped off my pants). First stop Los Angeles – the home of movie stars and Hollywood. But not really the home of fashion I decide when I get there. Because everyone is wearing only t -shirts and jeans and sneakers, accessorized with miniature canines (as in dogs that could be rats with long legs), acting like bangle kebabs. All a little dull until we stumble into the Betsey Johnson store and the first thing I see is a sales assistant man with blue hair! Yes. Sometimes more is best. Not less is more. If you get what I mean. One hour later and I have looked at every party dress in the store while Jane has tried on every 80’s look black garment in the store. Finally Mr Blue hair says THAT looks fabulous – it’s the best so far. So Jane says great I’ll take it. And we head for Tiffanys…