As a bit of an early Christmas pressie, we have decided to go on sale. Pop in to grab some bargains and bask in some Christmas cheer.Happy Christmas to all Frisck blog readers!



Okay, so the silly season is only just beginning, but there are times when a girl just wants to be comfy. Which is why we at Frisck love, love, love Body, a label famous for their ability to suit just about anyone. Can't you just imagine sipping champagne at a Chrissy BBQ while donning this frock and not having to worry about sucking your gut in? Heaven.
It's not even December, but the Christmas party season has begun. Sometimes when I get over it I remember what a great excuse it is to buy lots of new dresses. Though I may have done it once (or twice) there's not much point in sitting on the couch watching Ugly Betty re-runs in a cocktail dress. I would team this one with an 80s inspired cocktail - a Long Island iced tea perhaps? Maybe a Daiquiri? Hmmm...

It never ceases to amaze me the way a single garment can look so different on various individuals. I, for example, recently tried on a lovely navy summer frock. While it looked amazing on my friend, who subsequently bought it, it made me look like someone who should be handing out 'Embrace Christ' pamphlets at Flinders Street Station. Which brings me to my friend who is currently dating a very neat dresser. So neat, he could in fact be mistaken for someone who spends his Sunday mornings door knocking in an attempt to save wayward citizens from the wrath of Satan.
The lovely ladies at Fleur Wood describe this little number as a 'hardworking summer-saver.' And with this crazy, first-time-in-100-years heatwave we have going on at the moment, we could all use a couple of those. Pair with a pomegranate vodka cocktail and a cool breeze. Ah, the heavens have opened...
In many ways, the little white top and the little black dress couldn't have been more different. Little white loved kittens, walks on the beach and sunset picnics. Little black loved horror films, vodka martinis and graveyards. But for all their differences, Little black and Little white were BFFs because, you see, they were devoted to gorgeousness and neither owned a pair of tracksuit pants. And they knew that if they were ever to become famous, they would never, EVER appear in a NW crimes against fashion story. Nor would they show up on the Go Fug Yourself website. And if worst came to worst and they were chased down Rathdowne St by the paparazzi, they would always be stylishly clad.
Okay, so it's kind of embarrassing to admit, but I once did a Google search to find out where they get Nancy Botwin's clothes on Weeds. Because while she may be a self-obsessed drug pushing, drug-lord loving, child-neglecting TV character, she always wears the cutest outfits. Then I stumbled upon this frock and thought, 'That is so Nancy!' Don't you think?
It's actually by local designer, Natasha, who I think should ship one over to the Weeds wardrobe people ASAP!
There's nothing worse than a fat day in summer. At least in winter you can throw on a coat and boots and no one can really tell that you feel like a giant marshmallow on legs. But summer. How cruel the warm weather can be when one is not feeling their best. That's why I love this dress. Universally flattering in the most gorgeous navy silk, this is one of those throw on pieces that won't dig into your stomach, reveal your bra strap or flash your Nana knickers when you bend down. Also easy to brighten up with a fun necklace or an arm full of bangles.
She had arms of satin and a torso of knitted cotton. She was a bomber, but also a cardi. The kind of top who loved a beer with her curry followed by a night on a rich man's yacht. Wherever she went, people were not quite sure to make of her. She confused them. Was complicated. Some said too smart for this world.
A star is a massive, luminous ball of plasma that is held together by gravity. The nearest star to earth is the sun, which is the source of most of the energy on Earth.
There are times when we need to shop for basics, which I personally find a boring and unexciting way to spend my money. Could these Sambag wedges be the antidote that makes basic shopping fun? Not only will go with everything and make you look taller and thinner, they are fun. Also available in a lovely burnt orange.

Dear Manderville Bomber,
According to my research, the throat is the area from which we express what we think in our minds and feel in our heart. Blue lace agate, from which this Mink necklace is made, is said to enhance self expression and the ability to speak openly in conversation. Particularly handy if you are planning to go on The Dr Phil Show, or even on Oprah if you are aiming high. But even if you are not one for self disclosure, this necklace is so pretty it might be worth taking the risk. Not recommended for those working in the secret services.
You hear of people who own, like, 100 pairs of jeans and are obsessed with buying more MORE MORE! Me? I just love a stripe tee. I have a million: long sleeve, short sleeve, tank style, wool, cotton, shrunken, oversized...Now I have found another to add to my collection. Great with basic black, I would also team it with a pattern skirt. Not to matchy, matchy, but no print explosion either.
So we all know Serena Williams has been dropping a few 'f' bombs lately. So has Fleur Wood - as in fabulous, fantastic, f*#!ing gorgeous. Perfect for spring time BBQs and twilight soirées, this paisley frock is more hip than hippy. Love it!
I recently made a rash and regrettable premenstrual decision and cut off all my hair. It was one of those drab wintery moments when all I wanted to do was lounge around in an oversized t-shirt and eat popcorn while watching back-to-back episodes of Drop Dead Diva. Unfortunately, I got off the couch and went to the hairdresser instead.
I went to the market and I bought: a cup of tea, a slice of cake and a toffee coloured bag called Tilly. The tea and cake went down a treat, but Tilly, in all her soft leathery goodness lasted forever and ever. Even when she became an old bag, she remained soft and wrinkle-free. They call her a miracle of nature. I call her lovely.
She knew the state of her nails didn't really matter. At least not while she was wearing her favourite cropped jacket by TL Wood. A chip here, a frizzy hair there. She could get away with murder if she had to, so long as she was wearing this jacket. Not that she believed in superpowers. She didn't need to. In TL Wood she possessed something far greater. Sartorial satisfaction and timeless elegance. Nothing could stop her. Not even the long cold arm of the law.
Sure, there are some spots nobody wants. Like when they peskily appear on your face, or your favorite silk dress during a much deserved night out when all you want to do is let loose, and flail your arms around a little bit, not be punished with sartorial destruction when you knock over that glass of red, not that I am bitter or anything...
Does anyone know the blog, What I wore? Basically, it's creator Jessica Schroeder takes a picture of herself every single day and posts it online. She has great legs and a definite knack for putting things together. So I am a bit obsessed with her in a totally non-creepy way.
Once upon a time there was a small girl called Amelia. Upon birth she appeared perfectly normal, but as she grew so did the antlers upon her head. Amelia hated her antlers and tried everything to remove them, but alas, they always grew back. One day, after a particularly brutal day at school, Amelia decided to run away.
Bless me Fleur Wood for I have sinned. You see, it's been a while since I wore purple. Possibly because my childhood obsession with this glorious shade was tainted by my great old Aunty Ingrid who told me that I looked like a Catholic Priest - not a compliment when you're an 8 year-old Cindy Lauper fan rocking it out in the 80s. But now I have seen the light. I am moving on. Nothing remotely robe-y about this sassy little number. Hallelujah.
There comes a time in every woman's life when she must apologise for something. Accidentally spilling red wine on her best friend's new sofa, forgetting her husband's birthday, swearing in front of small children.
Frisck