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Thrift store shopping is about as timeless as the items withheld inside, And recently more and more are opting to shop within, and why wouldn’t you? there are millions of bargains and hidden treasures waiting to be unearthed if you look close enough! after all, it’s all about the frill of the chase! I like to think of thrift store’s like museum’s, displaying year’s and year’s of cultural artifacts and riveting clothes just waiting to be taken home and loved by a brand spanking new owner all over again!

My favourite item to scoop out and snatch up at op shop’s are full length dresses, because you can turn them into anything! a shorter dress, skirt, top, short’s, you can even turn your left over material form the dress into stuff like headband’s, bow’s, bracelets even lining of bags! the possibility’s are endless! I’m going to post some photo’s of stuff that myself and my cousin have bought and done to clothes item’s and nicknacks! Hope you enjoy!

Elena bought this brilliant traditional tweed / tartan jacket from a cute boutique in fremantel after i spotted it hidden away at the back of the racks!  The story goes that the woman who dropped this jacket off quite literally dropped off her whole 80’s winter wardrobe in a woolworth’s trolley as her husband comforted her! rumor has it she’s soon to be dropping off her 80’s spring wardrobe and Elena and i have already got first looks!

I picked up this old book age’s ago because i loved the cover and way it reminded me of book’s in the 1940’s i couldn’t help myself because it was just so pretty! I wanted everyone else to see how pretty it was and that’s hard when it’s stuck on a dusty self, so i made it into a bag, my bookbag! so that it would always be right next to me for the world to see! i love it so much it’s almost the second favorite thing in my wardrobe, i’ll be making some more and selling them very shortly!

I’m always on the hunt for new old and exciting thing’s and I’d love to know what you guy’s have picket up from thrift store’s, what’s your most loved op shop clothing or item?

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above are a taste some of my new photo’s taken by elena in north freo! hope you enjoy them (i’ll be adding more photo’s to this post once i have the internet at home again!)

I told you i would post a post of my killer shoe’s, surprisingly look a million dollar’s with every outfit i can drum together, my mum looked at my like i was insane, Quote “when you went to a private school in Melbourne you used to cry because you had to wear’s those same shoe’s, now your buying them to wear out, you are insane” Un-quot, whatever, i think my mum mock’s my style secretly! i remember once i went opp shopping with her and she said that the only reason’s these clothes where here is because the people died wearing them, but mm how i love my some freshly dead clothes!

In other new’s my dad and step mum went to china today (they live in Hong Kong with my two little brothers) i asked them to get me million’s of pair’s of black stockings and stud’s, Before my sister’s rat got stuck in my bun and today i had the corner of Luke’s chicken sand-wedge (my second favorite wedge, a sausage roll some chocolate and beef curry for dinner minus the beef, in fact it’s quite spicy so i’m just eating the rice, rice is nice!

Last night we went to bed at about 1am with is early for us because we stay up late like stray cat’s almost every night we have sleepover’s and then emerge grumpy and  hungry crawling to the kitchen for coffee, But not this morning! This morning we woke up at 12:32am and walked to my laptop checked out around the net and did a little facebook “research” mean while my mother called us and told us to come to livingston to get some shoe’s for myself, so we got ready and ran out of the house, short’s in hand to sell to a friend who also gave us free muzzbuzz (thank you kate!)

Then we wondered aimlessly around the shop’s (or lack there of) trying to figure which of five shop’s my mother would be in, after we located her we went and got my old school school shoe’s (which i will post a photo of soon enough!) Then we went opp shopping and got off at the wrong stop, because elena was distracting me with her lame transperth sign rhyme.

Then we viciously hunted rack by rack hanger by hanger until we found some keep’s and nicky nacky’s, The most funny of all would have to be Elena’s acid wash denim jacket, hot from the front, not from the back, on account of the fact it has stitched into it “i love my beautiful cat’s” in bold red thread with two silhouette’s of black cat’s in between “i love my” and “beautiful cat’s” and bought the friend’s soundtrack for 99c, as we trekked back to the bus stop it began to be extremely cold and wet.

Once arriving at our place of being, we ran to subway on the account of the fact it was raining and we didn’t want to get wet even though we actually look like the most uncoordinated girl’s running ever seen alive! From subway i got, untoasted honey oat bread with chicken fillet, mozzarella lettuce heavy on the olive’s and ranch sauce! yummy, Elena got pretty much the same but 33243 times more vegetables and toasted and the cheese was a little more English than Italian, i had green tea elena had diet coke, these’s wankers were laughing at a poor kid with disability’s!

Then we went home and took the photo’s that you see posted above courtesy of Elena, look at her flickr if it’s the last thing you do! http://www.flickr.com/photos/38801492@N06/

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So i was about to write a quirky post on the trench coat fashion, and i did i got about half way with it, and then all of a sudden much like any normal female, words got me beat and i started to cry, now of coarse if i don’t explain myself i just look like some creepy wired 16 year old crying over mis-used trench coat’s, more or less their is a 96% chance you don’t care why i was crying but for all you 4% out their here go’s.

My mum has this boyfriend, who is nice when she is around, and when my mum goes out of town and he has to look after me it’s like his this completely different guy, he will  be rude to me, call me name’s, give me dirty look’s act like he is god’s gift and is actually just a fucking asshole (excuse my french) and of course when my mum’s around he treat’s me as if i am his own daughter and that flower’s emerge out of my ass. I am so sick of him, my mum’s out of town and he’s walking around ass in air acting like his the only king that has ever lived, hate is such a strong word, but i just cant help but hate his guts.

(above is a photo taken of myself (rachel dovadola) by mitchell page) xoxo

(that is if i can ever find out how to use wordpress) I’d like to start of my telling stuff about myself and more stuff about my blog. My full name is Rachel lynette dovadola, i’m sixteen year’s old and in year 11 at Canning vale collage in Perth, Western Australia blah blah blah two interesting fact’s are that my father lives in hongkong and I’ve known my boyfriend for 11 years. Im going to try insect a photo of myself some how, All of my closest friends are into photography and take beautiful photo’s of which i am lucky to be in some, i make my own clothes and wear what i want when i want to.

Our blog is a cobination of both myself and my closet freind Jovana Zarac, We buy clothes change them and then re-sell them, nothing comes between us, hence the name  “bulletproof bitches” we are extremely upfront with what we think and call it how we see it. More or less this blog is like our baby, I’m the house wife and Jovana wear’s the tight black pants.

Love lot’s, Rachel xoxo.