<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336202240960208046</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:59:06.875-08:00</updated><category term='weather'/><category term='friday'/><category term='How Bizarre'/><category term='Photobooth'/><category term='sunday'/><category term='ABBA'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='cupcakes'/><category term='spotted'/><category term='Saturday'/><category term='music'/><category term='Death Cab for Cutie'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='date'/><category term='soundtrack'/><category term='blog'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='life'/><category term='AngelsandDemons'/><category term='wearing'/><category term='pool'/><category term='airport'/><category term='summer'/><category term='Toulouse'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='family'/><category term='I&apos;m back'/><category term='Soho Dolls'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Life as a Blonde</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondetabitha.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336202240960208046/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondetabitha.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01000053555939112678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwivV4cjFnU/SfB8G7zuzyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0M4jRWSGjtw/S220/Photo0251.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336202240960208046.post-4093505213044621686</id><published>2009-06-04T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T08:30:07.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cutting each other, without even knowing</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;spotted:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After missing my pilates class by a grand total of 5 minutes, I threw the idea of the gym into the bin, and decided to go shopping instead. So what'd I buy? Pjs. And vodka. I am now located on the couch, where I've been since 9pm, wallowing in self pity. Warning to self: not safe to drink alone when you're feeling down already. It was really not a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;wearing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stripey pastel Peter Alexander pj pants (about 3 sizes too big)&lt;br /&gt;Black Giordano singlet&lt;br /&gt;Pale pink Sussans waffle pj top&lt;br /&gt;Blue Bonds ankle socks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;soundtrack:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"broken wing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;empty glass,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;words that scream and bounce right back"&lt;br /&gt;-Fix You, Offspring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6336202240960208046-4093505213044621686?l=blondetabitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondetabitha.blogspot.com/feeds/4093505213044621686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6336202240960208046&amp;postID=4093505213044621686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336202240960208046/posts/default/4093505213044621686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336202240960208046/posts/default/4093505213044621686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondetabitha.blogspot.com/2009/06/cutting-each-other-without-even-knowing.html' title='cutting each other, without even knowing'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01000053555939112678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwivV4cjFnU/SfB8G7zuzyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0M4jRWSGjtw/S220/Photo0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336202240960208046.post-7532249997742011335</id><published>2009-05-26T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T06:31:45.923-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soho Dolls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='date'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AngelsandDemons'/><title type='text'>but i wanna touch, and i wanna kiss, and if you say no then i will persist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;spotted:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I may or may not have just gotten back from a first date "thing". Well, at least it was better than the last one I went on.&lt;br /&gt;Angels &amp;amp; Demons was just as...odd the second time round. So very different to the book, but they didn't do a bad job.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, after much deliberation I have decided to continue with this blog...for now. See how I go I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wearing:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Bracewell sweater dress&lt;br /&gt;Black opaque tights x2&lt;br /&gt;Flat black pointy boots&lt;br /&gt;Red coat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;soundtrack:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You can call me x,&lt;br /&gt;You can call me y,&lt;br /&gt;You can call me z,&lt;br /&gt;You can come and try.&lt;br /&gt;Come and try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stripper - Soho Dolls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6336202240960208046-7532249997742011335?l=blondetabitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondetabitha.blogspot.com/feeds/7532249997742011335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6336202240960208046&amp;postID=7532249997742011335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336202240960208046/posts/default/7532249997742011335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336202240960208046/posts/default/7532249997742011335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondetabitha.blogspot.com/2009/05/but-i-wanna-touch-and-i-wanna-kiss-and.html' title='but i wanna touch, and i wanna kiss, and if you say no then i will persist'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01000053555939112678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwivV4cjFnU/SfB8G7zuzyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0M4jRWSGjtw/S220/Photo0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336202240960208046.post-6845968196559398101</id><published>2009-02-23T06:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T06:35:11.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the time for sleep is now...it's nothing to cry about</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Spotted:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's been well over a month since I last blogged. Yet I still don't feel any different. I thought that maybe a break from blogging would help me sort my head out, but it just hasn't happened. So much has happened over the past month...the boy is now the ex boy, and the close friend I picked up from the airport at 7am and I are no longer friends. So much else has happened, but I think I may slowly let it out rather than bombard you with every little excruciating detail. BUT I did see Death Cab for Cutie on Sunday night at the Thebbie. Was a fantastic night spent with great people and one of my favourite bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I am leaving for Sydney on Thursday to visit one of my best friends. I haven't seen him in almost a year so it will be nice to catch up finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wearing:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, obviously I've worn more than one outfit over the past month, but I will leave you with one that I particularly like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306000691360807026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwivV4cjFnU/SaKzhDKJuHI/AAAAAAAAADI/9FP95Lsq3Pc/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Black CR 3/4 sleeve top&lt;br /&gt;Grey Miss Shop shorts&lt;br /&gt;Black lace footless tights&lt;br /&gt;Super comfy grey flats &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Soundtrack:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"If heaven and hell decide&lt;br /&gt;That they both are satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs&lt;br /&gt;If there's no one beside you&lt;br /&gt;When your soul embarks&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll follow you into the dark"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll Follow You Into the Dark - Death Cab for Cutie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6336202240960208046-6845968196559398101?l=blondetabitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondetabitha.blogspot.com/feeds/6845968196559398101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6336202240960208046&amp;postID=6845968196559398101' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336202240960208046/posts/default/6845968196559398101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336202240960208046/posts/default/6845968196559398101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondetabitha.blogspot.com/2009/02/time-for-sleep-is-nowits-nothing-to-cry.html' title='the time for sleep is now...it&apos;s nothing to cry about'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01000053555939112678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwivV4cjFnU/SfB8G7zuzyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0M4jRWSGjtw/S220/Photo0251.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwivV4cjFnU/SaKzhDKJuHI/AAAAAAAAADI/9FP95Lsq3Pc/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336202240960208046.post-2088957037228205595</id><published>2009-01-12T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T11:32:17.142-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='airport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>interrupting....</title><content type='html'>First of all, I promise a proper post will follow soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the combination of the festive season, summer, being in the pool and my mum being on holidays are the reasons behind the lack of Tabitha making blog posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to wake up at 5:30am today...going to the airport to get a close friend who arrives at 7:15. Yipee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point behind this post, however, is that at 5:30 this morning it was already 28 degrees. Yeah, pretty sure it'll be over 41 today. Just a guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6336202240960208046-2088957037228205595?l=blondetabitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondetabitha.blogspot.com/feeds/2088957037228205595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6336202240960208046&amp;postID=2088957037228205595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336202240960208046/posts/default/2088957037228205595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336202240960208046/posts/default/2088957037228205595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondetabitha.blogspot.com/2009/01/interrupting.html' title='interrupting....'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01000053555939112678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwivV4cjFnU/SfB8G7zuzyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0M4jRWSGjtw/S220/Photo0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336202240960208046.post-3403133394798600952</id><published>2008-12-24T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T08:52:50.027-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>and so this is christmas....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Spotted:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest readers, my apologies for lack of posting. The Christmas rush, as I like to call it, has literally swept me off my feet. I've been running from shop to shop for the past fortnight, not only for myself but for my parents as well. With over 30 people to buy for this year, I'm sure you'll understand why there has been a lack of posts coming from me.&lt;br /&gt;My plans for Christmas...well as per usual it's very busy and non-stop. Christmas started last Saturday, a family dinner with my dads sisters and my cousins. Tonight, Christmas Eve, was the usual dinner with my mums dad and sister, probably my most enjoyed Christmas event. Tomorrow morning will see breakfast at 830am with my mum, dad, and one of my close friends, followed by drinks at 10 with my mums best friend. Lunch begins around 11am at my mums sisters place, a family gathering of around 20 people from my nannas side of the family. Home for a quick change, and then off to dinner with my dads family.&lt;br /&gt;There will be a lack of posts over the weekend, as Friday morning I am off to Sydney (730am flight...) to visit my step sister and nephews. Will return Sunday, which will hopefully mean a post on Mondayish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Soundtrack:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Happy Christmas (War is Over) - John Lennon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"And what have we done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Another year over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And a new one just begun"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that I bid you goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6336202240960208046-3403133394798600952?l=blondetabitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondetabitha.blogspot.com/feeds/3403133394798600952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6336202240960208046&amp;postID=3403133394798600952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336202240960208046/posts/default/3403133394798600952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336202240960208046/posts/default/3403133394798600952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondetabitha.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-so-this-is-christmas.html' title='and so this is christmas....'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01000053555939112678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwivV4cjFnU/SfB8G7zuzyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0M4jRWSGjtw/S220/Photo0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336202240960208046.post-1086944875791239540</id><published>2008-12-09T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:23:21.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>interrupting....</title><content type='html'>So before I do a proper post (later tonight or tomorrow - promise) I thought I'd ask for your help in deciding what I should wear tonight. Am going to dinner with "whatever-you-want-to-call-him". Not entirely sure where, but probably somewhere casual-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Black CK long sleeve top&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Red vest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Grey shorts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Black tights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Steve Madden red points&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwivV4cjFnU/ST8mcxGRCKI/AAAAAAAAACI/NsZs4vG7L5Q/s1600-h/PC100005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277979563959322786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwivV4cjFnU/ST8mcxGRCKI/AAAAAAAAACI/NsZs4vG7L5Q/s320/PC100005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwivV4cjFnU/ST8mIsfYiwI/AAAAAAAAACA/C_X24BmrFDo/s1600-h/PC100009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277979219125111554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwivV4cjFnU/ST8mIsfYiwI/AAAAAAAAACA/C_X24BmrFDo/s320/PC100009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwivV4cjFnU/ST8mIsfYiwI/AAAAAAAAACA/C_X24BmrFDo/s1600-h/PC100009.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;CK Black Skinnies&lt;/div&gt;Black &amp;amp; White striped shirt&lt;br /&gt;Red Vest&lt;br /&gt;Steve Madden red pumps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? Am leaning more towards the shorts/vest combo, but not 100% convinced yet. Advice is appreciated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6336202240960208046-1086944875791239540?l=blondetabitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondetabitha.blogspot.com/feeds/1086944875791239540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6336202240960208046&amp;postID=1086944875791239540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336202240960208046/posts/default/1086944875791239540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336202240960208046/posts/default/1086944875791239540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondetabitha.blogspot.com/2008/12/interrupting.html' title='interrupting....'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01000053555939112678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwivV4cjFnU/SfB8G7zuzyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0M4jRWSGjtw/S220/Photo0251.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwivV4cjFnU/ST8mcxGRCKI/AAAAAAAAACI/NsZs4vG7L5Q/s72-c/PC100005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336202240960208046.post-2843027520878976178</id><published>2008-12-07T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T05:51:43.973-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spotted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wearing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soundtrack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How Bizarre'/><title type='text'>it's making me crazy...everytime i look around...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spotted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's been another long hiatus on my part. Things should get back to some form of normality soon, and the daily posts shall return! I shan't make any excuses as to why I haven't been a regular blogger, we'll just put it down to sheer lack of motivation.&lt;br /&gt;However, the weekend was yet again a non-event. The run down is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;Friday night - Helped mum with a bit of Christmas shopping, and had dinner with parents and my nonno (mum's dad) at Gauchos on Gouger Street (Yes, you can now safely assume that I'm an Adelaidean).&lt;br /&gt;Saturday/Saturday night - Worked all day Saturday with my screaming 3 year olds and crying babies. Spent Saturday night at whatever-you-want-to-call-him's place.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday/Sunday night - Didn't wake up until 11-ish today, ended up going straight into town while whatever-you-want-to-call-him went surfing. Caught up with a friend for lunch and a spot of shopping, where I bought an amazing new maxi-dress from a new favourite shop. And tonight, was meant to catch up with whatever-you-want-to-call-him for dinner, but we both ended up having to go to family dinners.&lt;br /&gt;You may be wondering why I keep mentioning "whatever-you-want-to-call-him". Basically, we've been dating for a little over 2 months, but are yet to define what we are to one another. As my last post revealed, we did have the bf/gf conversation...only he was rather intoxicated and doesn't remember how we got home, let alone the conversations we had whilst waiting for transport. Any suggestions as to what I can call him until I can label him "boy"? Or any advice as to what to do to remedy this situation? I feel the need for definition, but honestly have no idea what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wearing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night:&lt;br /&gt;CK Black Skinnies&lt;br /&gt;Black and white striped 3/4 sleeve top&lt;br /&gt;Red Trench Coat&lt;br /&gt;Red ballet flats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night:&lt;br /&gt;Black/Grey tulip skirt&lt;br /&gt;Pink/Grey striped tank top&lt;br /&gt;Black button-up Cardi&lt;br /&gt;Black tights&lt;br /&gt;Grey flats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday/Sunday night:&lt;br /&gt;Black/Grey tulip skirt&lt;br /&gt;Brown tights&lt;br /&gt;Brown Singlet top&lt;br /&gt;Dark Green Lee tank top&lt;br /&gt;Striped long-line brown/cream cardi&lt;br /&gt;Grey flats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Soundtrack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Destination unknown, as we pull in for some gas&lt;br /&gt;Freshly pasted poster reveals a smile from the past&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Bizarre - OMC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6336202240960208046-2843027520878976178?l=blondetabitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondetabitha.blogspot.com/feeds/2843027520878976178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6336202240960208046&amp;postID=2843027520878976178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336202240960208046/posts/default/2843027520878976178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336202240960208046/posts/default/2843027520878976178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondetabitha.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-making-me-crazyeverytime-i-look.html' title='it&apos;s making me crazy...everytime i look around...'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01000053555939112678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwivV4cjFnU/SfB8G7zuzyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0M4jRWSGjtw/S220/Photo0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336202240960208046.post-5392199426774902178</id><published>2008-11-26T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T22:21:57.015-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spotted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wearing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soundtrack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ABBA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saturday'/><title type='text'>if you change your mind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Spotted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, another long absence. But in all honesty, my life has been very uninteresting lately. I've spent the majority of my time at home, doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Since it has been far too long to go over everything, I'll just mention the weekend... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night was spent with the kind-of-boy and his friends (+1 gf, who was just lovely) at The London. Was a rather interesting night, but learnt an important lesson: don't have the bf/gf conversation when the boy in question is drunk. Chances are he won't remember it the next day.&lt;br /&gt;Had to come home earlyish Sunday morning (well, before 10) to take part in an annual family tradition: the making of fruit mince pies. 65 dozen. In less than 5 hours. Charming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wearing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275073413732475634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwivV4cjFnU/STTTUj2hovI/AAAAAAAAAB4/EL7bRWf7JV0/s320/Photo0551.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Bracewell dress&lt;br /&gt;Black tights&lt;br /&gt;Black flats&lt;br /&gt;Black Jimmy Choo clutch&lt;br /&gt;Hair loosely curled and rather high &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Black CK Skinnies&lt;br /&gt;Grey AA Tee&lt;br /&gt;Yellow/Grey striped loose fitting tank over tee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Soundtrack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take A Chance On Me - ABBA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"You want me to leave it there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Afraid of a love affair,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I think you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That I cant let go"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6336202240960208046-5392199426774902178?l=blondetabitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondetabitha.blogspot.com/feeds/5392199426774902178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6336202240960208046&amp;postID=5392199426774902178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336202240960208046/posts/default/5392199426774902178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336202240960208046/posts/default/5392199426774902178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondetabitha.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-you-change-your-mind.html' title='if you change your mind...'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01000053555939112678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwivV4cjFnU/SfB8G7zuzyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0M4jRWSGjtw/S220/Photo0251.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwivV4cjFnU/STTTUj2hovI/AAAAAAAAAB4/EL7bRWf7JV0/s72-c/Photo0551.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336202240960208046.post-2833262580313658066</id><published>2008-11-10T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T19:41:15.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life has a funny way...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Spotted:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's the start of a new week (again!) and I am left wondering where my weekend went. Life seems to be going way too fast at the moment, with only 44 sleeps left until Christmas. That scares me a little.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know it's yet again been a week since I've updated on here, but life is seriously moving too fast. Between work, family, friends and study, there seems to be no time left for me :(&lt;br /&gt;I won't bore you with the details of my weekend, one word seems to sum it up: family.&lt;br /&gt;Today I am finding ways to procrastinate...I have one assignment left for the year and it's due tomorrow at 11:45 pm. It has no impact upon next year as I'm changing degrees (entrance is based upon my year 12 results, thank God) and as such I have no motivation to complete it. 2000-6000 words: broad much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Wearing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am spending the day not moving from my computer (well...maybe I'll jump in the pool later...) my outfit is seemingly boring.&lt;br /&gt;3/4 jeans&lt;br /&gt;Black AA top&lt;br /&gt;Bare feet...shoes at home drive me insane, especially when studying...&lt;br /&gt;Hair up in messy side pony tail&lt;br /&gt;Black frame Versace glasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Soundtrack:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironic - Alanis Morissette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And life has a funny way of helping you out when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You think everything's gone wrong and everything blows up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6336202240960208046-2833262580313658066?l=blondetabitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondetabitha.blogspot.com/feeds/2833262580313658066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6336202240960208046&amp;postID=2833262580313658066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336202240960208046/posts/default/2833262580313658066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336202240960208046/posts/default/2833262580313658066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondetabitha.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-has-funny-way.html' title='Life has a funny way...'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01000053555939112678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwivV4cjFnU/SfB8G7zuzyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0M4jRWSGjtw/S220/Photo0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336202240960208046.post-1618613688978004735</id><published>2008-11-03T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T04:30:48.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Home in the Morning Light...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Spotted:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, I have been neglecting my blog! No posts over the weekend...and honestly, I have no excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night was spent at home all alone with my darling Toulouse. Had breakfast with my mum &lt;3 nanna and little cousin on Saturday, followed by a fair amount of shopping with the 5 year old. Was so proud of him though, he was quite happy to follow me around and help with carrying bags - bought him a toy for his fantastic effort!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night...what a night! Had a joint birthday party for 2 great friends (Nick and Amanda). Thankfully, they both loved their presents (cuff links for him, bracelet for her). Had dinner and drinks at The Maid, followed by a quick dash to Swish. The lovely boy picked me up from Swish (rather drunk I confess) and took me back to his place where he gave me 3 glasses of water and tucked me into bed :) The great night was ruined, however, as my mums camera was stolen while sitting on top of my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up Sunday with a small headache, which disappeared once I woke up later on. Had breakfast with the boy on The Parade, after which he had to rush off to work. Ended up coming home and curling up on the couch with Toulouse and slept the afternoon away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnd today...I worked 9-11 and 330-6. Somehow managed to pull a muscle in my back during the first shift, but the cuteness of the kids I see on Mondays seem to make it worthwhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Wearing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night...&lt;br /&gt;CR grey trackie pants&lt;br /&gt;Pink T-shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;Black CK Jeans&lt;br /&gt;Black and white striped CR cardi&lt;br /&gt;White CR tank&lt;br /&gt;Grey ballet flats&lt;br /&gt;Red Jag bag&lt;br /&gt;Natural makeup, curled hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night...&lt;br /&gt;Black strapless Sportsgirl Jumpsuit&lt;br /&gt;Red Steve Madden pumps&lt;br /&gt;Red Clutch&lt;br /&gt;Natural looking makeup with exaggerated eyelashes&lt;br /&gt;Super curly hair, hair-sprayed up...bit of an '80s child at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday...&lt;br /&gt;Black SG jumpsuit&lt;br /&gt;Black cardi&lt;br /&gt;Red ballet pumps&lt;br /&gt;Hair curled and side-swept into a ponytail&lt;br /&gt;Big white bag that I had left at boy's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Soundtrack:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls Just Wanna Have Fun -  Cyndi Lauper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Some boys take a beautiful girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And hide her away from the rest of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wanna be the one to walk in the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6336202240960208046-1618613688978004735?l=blondetabitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondetabitha.blogspot.com/feeds/1618613688978004735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6336202240960208046&amp;postID=1618613688978004735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336202240960208046/posts/default/1618613688978004735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336202240960208046/posts/default/1618613688978004735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondetabitha.blogspot.com/2008/11/come-home-in-morning-light.html' title='Come Home in the Morning Light...'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01000053555939112678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwivV4cjFnU/SfB8G7zuzyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0M4jRWSGjtw/S220/Photo0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336202240960208046.post-4276620420773620552</id><published>2008-10-28T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T03:49:09.236-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cupcakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toulouse'/><title type='text'>I Sit There and Wait...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spotted:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today was a bit of an odd day. Woke up to my darling kitten licking my nose. Guess it's a positive progression from scratching or biting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch with a good friend, I came back home and started my cupcake mission. Basically, the plan is to spend the next few days making cupcakes. Needless to say, my house is resembling cupcake heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wearing:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CK Blue Denim Jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White Country Road tank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey American Apparel TShirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Navy/White striped blazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey Flats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Jag Bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Beads - Diva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soundtrack&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of You - Hanson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Im carrying this heavy load&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I dont know what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The only thing I know is that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Im in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6336202240960208046-4276620420773620552?l=blondetabitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondetabitha.blogspot.com/feeds/4276620420773620552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6336202240960208046&amp;postID=4276620420773620552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336202240960208046/posts/default/4276620420773620552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336202240960208046/posts/default/4276620420773620552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondetabitha.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-sit-there-and-wait.html' title='I Sit There and Wait...'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01000053555939112678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwivV4cjFnU/SfB8G7zuzyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0M4jRWSGjtw/S220/Photo0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336202240960208046.post-7376870157828548527</id><published>2008-10-23T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T22:45:41.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments when I think I'm going Crazy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Spotted:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taught my screaming 3 year olds at work today - only, the majority of them decided they were happy to have their normal instructor back. After work I hopped into the city (well not literally, but you know what I mean) for a brief spot of shopping and to have drinks with the boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Witchery Jimmay Bronze/Gold &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwivV4cjFnU/SQFb9jBqDhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hVDr312h7CM/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heels - Originally $189, I paid $35. Impressed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sportsgirl Strapless Playsuit - I purchased this in black for $99. Was unsure of the whole 'jumpsuit' look, but it looked great on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Wearing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwivV4cjFnU/SQFglhqOrlI/AAAAAAAAABg/SLBRjmsQUf8/s1600-h/Untitled3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260592037552369234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwivV4cjFnU/SQFglhqOrlI/AAAAAAAAABg/SLBRjmsQUf8/s320/Untitled3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Black Voodoo tights&lt;/div&gt;Black/grey Sportsgirl tulip skirt &lt;div&gt;Grey/pink striped Sportsgirl singlet (few seasons ago...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Black button up cardi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D&amp;amp;G silver/diamante watch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grey flats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Soundtrack:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Super Trouper - ABBA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So imagine I was glad to hear youre coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Suddenly I feel all right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And its gonna be so different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When Im on the stage tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6336202240960208046-7376870157828548527?l=blondetabitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondetabitha.blogspot.com/feeds/7376870157828548527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6336202240960208046&amp;postID=7376870157828548527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336202240960208046/posts/default/7376870157828548527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336202240960208046/posts/default/7376870157828548527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondetabitha.blogspot.com/2008/10/moments-when-i-think-im-going-crazy.html' title='Moments when I think I&apos;m going Crazy...'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01000053555939112678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwivV4cjFnU/SfB8G7zuzyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0M4jRWSGjtw/S220/Photo0251.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwivV4cjFnU/SQFglhqOrlI/AAAAAAAAABg/SLBRjmsQUf8/s72-c/Untitled3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336202240960208046.post-1396980010169256753</id><published>2008-10-22T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T19:13:32.703-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death Cab for Cutie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toulouse'/><title type='text'>And I knew no words to share with anyone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Spotted:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt like a bit of a busy beaver today. Woke up at 7:30 a.m. to discover that Toulouse had a bad reaction to his injection yesterday, so had to deal with a sick kitten early this morning. Had a doctors appointment at 9 a.m. which I rushed to and from as Toulouse didn't seem to be fond of being home alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up running late (well, only 10 minutes but I'm not a fan of being late for anything) for lunch with my bestie from school. Had sushi followed by dessert at Cocolat. Disappointingly, I had to rush off to work at 3 - dealing with 4 year olds was worse than normal today. Sorry for the blurriness of the picture, was struggling to get it right. Will have better quality pictures in future :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wearing:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Sportsgirl Tights&lt;br /&gt;Black/Grey Sportsgirl tulip skirt&lt;br /&gt;White tank top&lt;br /&gt;Black and white striped Sportsgirl button-up knit&lt;br /&gt;Charcoal heeled Mary-Janes&lt;br /&gt;Red JAG Bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259923668247587698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="322" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwivV4cjFnU/SP8AtT-RK3I/AAAAAAAAAAo/5QO_TSV4gTI/s320/040.jpg" width="380" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soundtrack:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different Names for the Same Thing - Death Cab for Cutie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The boundaries of language I quietly cursed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all the different names for the same thing"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know...two Death Cab songs in two days...completely random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6336202240960208046-1396980010169256753?l=blondetabitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondetabitha.blogspot.com/feeds/1396980010169256753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6336202240960208046&amp;postID=1396980010169256753' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336202240960208046/posts/default/1396980010169256753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336202240960208046/posts/default/1396980010169256753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondetabitha.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-i-knew-no-words-to-share-with.html' title='And I knew no words to share with anyone...'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01000053555939112678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwivV4cjFnU/SfB8G7zuzyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0M4jRWSGjtw/S220/Photo0251.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwivV4cjFnU/SP8AtT-RK3I/AAAAAAAAAAo/5QO_TSV4gTI/s72-c/040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336202240960208046.post-6564126659071248984</id><published>2008-10-20T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T19:12:49.425-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photobooth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>When the days were long...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spotted:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The majority of today has been spent either sleeping or lazing on the couch, with the small event of taking Toulouse to the vet. Thankfully, he doesn't mind the car and absolutely loves the vet that we take him to so he was quite happy to be travelling in the car. Also uploaded the PhotoBooth 2.0 series from Friday night at the London, thus the soundtrack of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As today has been a fairly lazy Tuesday no outifts of note require to be posted...well in picture form anyway. Feel like a living advertisement for Country Road casual wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wearing:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CR dark grey tracksuit pants&lt;br /&gt;CR 3/4 sleeve basic black long line top&lt;br /&gt;CR mens stripey socks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soundtrack:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photobooth - Death Cab for Cutie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All the slander and double speak were only foolish attemptsto show you did not mean,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anything but the blatant proof &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;was your lips touching mine in the photobooth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6336202240960208046-6564126659071248984?l=blondetabitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondetabitha.blogspot.com/feeds/6564126659071248984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6336202240960208046&amp;postID=6564126659071248984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336202240960208046/posts/default/6564126659071248984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336202240960208046/posts/default/6564126659071248984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondetabitha.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-days-were-long.html' title='When the days were long...'/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01000053555939112678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwivV4cjFnU/SfB8G7zuzyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0M4jRWSGjtw/S220/Photo0251.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
