Delphinia has loved fashion for a millennia! She found this fabric when she was thriftshopping with her auntie Ariadne. Her auntie wanted to use it to reupholster her favourite armchair, but Delphinia claimed it as her own and sewed this dress! She's a skilled lass.
Ever wondered what women and girls are made of?
They are made of love, of course!
Fiery rich smelling love, strong sweet love, energetic etherial particle love, dense contained intuitive love, handsome angry love, gooey melty cheese-on-toast love, eternal glorious mother love + 1 million other kinds of love. Girls and women are 100% made out of love! Which is why you should love them 100% too.
She floats around her garden of Eden, identifying plants in a little leather notepad she fashioned from frogskin and dried bark. She makes love to the gardenfolk by kissing them while wearing lipstick made from blueberry juice. Her favourite plant that she grows is the Red Pineapple, which holds special properties that contribute to a passion for life. She keeps it safe with her at all times, and so is forever passionate!
They met at the Great Barrier Reef School Of Art & Design. One of them was taking a major in Interior Underwater Cave Design and the other was specialising in Biodynamic Coral Landscaping. They were soulmates at first sight.
They swim everywhere together! The longest trip they have ever been on was to the Timor Sea Design Conference near Darwin, where they learnt much about the sustainable uses of seaweed in progressive ocean art.
There is not much Liza can’t do. She does it all quietly, when no one is watching, and does it well. Sometimes she thinks that everyone has forgotten how to do things quietly and privately. Sometimes she hangs paper stars over her bathtub and stays in the bath for four hours at a time!
The leaves have turned. The wind is blowing in change. The time of hibernation and introspection will soon be on us! Now is the time to make peace with letting go and becoming deciduous beings, turning golden and dropping our summer soul canopy!
Behold the beautiful Queen Of The Balance Of All Things. The Goddess of Equilibrium. The Naysayer of chaos, the slayer of Nonsense. She is our Libran ruler of the Zodiac. No faux pas passes under her eye without gentle scrutiny, and each of her actions are weighed upon their value of Purpose, each of her thoughts measured in their Loyalty to an ordered universe.
They know it all to well. That feeling you get sometimes when you witness an act of genuine kindness, or the beauty of an autumn leaf, or get caught up in a tangle with a lover. It’s the passion tear. A small leaky drop that rests in the corner of one eye. Real life love dew!
Under the surface is a network of tectonic plates. Sometimes they shift, uprooting everything we thought was ‘the norm’. Change comes, and we get scared because we feel like the earth is literally moving under our feet. But here we can look to the Goddess Of Tectonic Change. She can help to recognise the movement as part of a larger pattern, and make change all the more easy!
She likes to make boobie traps for her brother, eat peanut butter and banana milkshakes and blow bubble gum bubbles as big as cantaloupes. In her room she has a poster of Humphrey Bogart on the wall and two different colour ukuleles in the corner. She always talks to the neighbours but they call her tomboy 'cause she sometimes rides a skateboard. Regardless of whether she's a tomboy or not, she loves people.
She had a dream that she was doing somersaults on a bed of mistletoe. In the midst of her activity hexagonal snowflakes began falling. Ah what symmetry! When she woke up she sewed herself a series of magical dresses . This is one of her favourites!
It's the night that she's scared of. When the gum trees dance to the spookish sonata of the Australian wind and the gumnut babies cry for wombat milk in the tall, gnarly branches.
At the bottom of the ocean at the mouth of a river is a rock covered in brightly dancing anemone the size of basket balls, and squid the length of tennis courts and dolphins that laugh at their own jokes. At the bottom of the ocean a mermaid is known by the locals as Mermaiden. Everyone loves her because she is kind. Even the sharks are humbled before her. Mermaiden likes to remind people that life is fluid.
The whole ocean is her womb. She is child of the moon and the mother of pearl herself. The pearls are her eggs carried on the flow of the currents. She has no lovers and no haters, and no hate but only love. It is her wholeness that humbles the fishes, and intrigues them too. Her hair hypnotises even the biggest of whales!
Orion keeps the peace. In the currents under the ocean there can be much turbulence. Things get swayed this way and that and can throw the Merpeople off guard! He was born with a calm nature, and is a rock in difficult situations. He's also exceptionally good at dancing!
The Mercouple From Hobart. They enjoy hanging around the harbour in Salamanca Place and popping their heads up to see how many pairs of Birkenstocks and knitted socks they can see. They are kind of jealous of people that can wear woolen socks 'cause well...they have tails! There is also a fish and chip shop that they love in the area but they try to convince the local fish not to go near incase they get caught!
On a bench in Brunswick two girls are waiting for a tram to their favourite cafe to buy a lunch of raw food with a kale shot. They also like to order extras of haloumi and avocado which ends up costing them ten dollars more but it doesn't matter because they went busking with ukuleles two hours before and made twenty dollars off tourists.
Imagine you are at the entrance to a magnificent cave and the interior is painted entirely with nail polish. Before you are three guardians. They tell you that the magic password to the cave has something to do with sacred feminine folklore. What could it be?
They're both keen on Brett from Flight Of The Conchords and way too shy to dance in public.
Yeah.
They are those girls that trawl through every last garment at a vintage rummage sale in some trendy suburb. They are those girls that take extra special car trips to the country to visit their favourite cheap-as-chips op shops in the hope of finding a boldly patterned nanna dress. They they take 'em home and chop 'em up and make something altogether assaulting on the eyes.
It is festival season in the lives of two sheilas with the best dress up box in the Southern Hemisphere. Face paints are riding high and the hair dye is outta control, just like that 50 Cent track with the really crude lyrics.
Look, bananas aren't her favourite fruit but they DO go down well in a smoothie with cinnamon and honey. Yellow is her most adored colour 'cause it's the colour of the sun that supports all life, and she's all about life.
You mightn't believe in God or guardian angels, spirit ancestors or bunyips, but you are always being watched by the life energy of the universe of which you and it are one.
If you would like to bring this all-knowing all-seeing deity to life, here she is, the groovy third-eye-goddess who witnesses all! If you need someone to keep an eye on you, here she is!
One of their Mums used to call them Beetle Baby and Big Bug as nicknames because they both have big eyes!
They smile at everybody and they get frowns from nobody.
Way too cool for school. So cool you'll drool. So cool they won't wear wool, too cool to play by the rules. Yo. That's all you need to know.
We are stardust
Billion-year-old carbon
We are golden
Caught in the devil's bargain
And we've got to get ourselves
Back to the garden
- Joni
You are probably wondering why this girl is dressed so wack. It's because she is a new age witch.
Most of her days are spent making experimental potions which she tests on her guinea pig boyfriend called Dennis.
We are in the future, the year 2073. The fashion evolution has ebbed and flowed and come to a comfortable conclusion. Retrospective colours and patterns mix with a more cosmic twist. Universal consciousness is at a peak. Organic fabrics are durable and long lasting. And these too chicks love what's happening!
On the north side of town is a patch of sunflowers growing in a small paddock. In the middle of the paddock is a large wooden box that once housed fresh apples imported from a nearby area, and a broken wheelchair. On the first Sunday of every month two girls meet at the box to discuss who's doorstep should they leave biscuits that afternoon, or if they should go play instruments to the elders at the local Nursing Home.
Barbara and Cleopatra have been friends since kinder. They used to eat sand cakes together but now their favourite food to eat together is bacon on pancakes. And they're not even American! They have psychic powers and almost always wear the same thing on the same day by accident. Today by chance they both happened to wear brightly patterned tops and long colourful skirts! Coinkydink or what?!
Under the elm trees where they ran with the bunnies, under the bush with the fragrant buds, beside a pond with tadpoles that sang John Lennon songs under their breath. That day where it wouldn't stop hailing and the skylight broke and a robyn flew in to roost on the top of the mandolin on top of the piano in the living room. That's when they witnessed slight magic.
Moira and Dante get stuff done.
In their garden they have 23 capsicums growing and 56 basil bushes. Last night they recorded three songs influenced by the sound rain makes on cabbage leaves. They are strictly vegan, so no featherpillows! But Moira is guilty of having eaten cabana at a random baby shower, and Dante is guilty of having bought a leather pouch for his secret stash of snuff.
Most days she wears a crown. Since she is a woman she sees it fitting that she can wear a crown whenever she wants because, well, women are queens of course! Queens of intuition, queens of universal order and the sacred. Today she is the Nightshade Queen, the Miss Belladonna of feminine deadliness. Watch out!
She was not really looking forward to Grand Final weekend, besides the weather. Her neighbours are the rowdy type, and last year as she was sitting in her backyard minding her own business, a sausage flew over the fence accompanied by raucous man-laughter. How obnoxious!
He's that awkward loitering boyfriend that looks at himself in the mirror while he waits for you to try on jeans in the change room.
This lady is a mild witch. Mild suggesting that she uses her powers gently and with calm intention. Mostly she is trying to understand the feeling of nostalgia for a better time. Our feeling that life was better before, but will also be better in the future, but is not at its best right now, at the brink of a new year.
Currently it's summer, and she's revelling in the summer vibes. But the truth is, she revels in all the vibes she's feeling at the time, in tune with intangible but very real currents of mood and atmosphere swirling around her.