Easily distracted

Instead of a powernap, I have decided to squeeze in a little powerblog, in my study schedule as I desperately try to catch up on the information I need to cram into my brain in order of pass my assignment and exam looming at the end of the week.
I am now tucked up under the covers nice and warm with the laptop acting as a semi hot water bottle and I find myself being distracted from analysing print media advertising for gaze and message and the like, by thoughts of a new winter coat.

Winter has hit fast and hard this week. My hands have been cramping up on the mad dash to the train station from the cold. I need to invest in gloves! Actually, I have gloves, that have served me well for many winters and I love them so much that the mad, incessant consumerist inside of me has no desire to buy new gloves. For those who know me well, know that this is a massive deal! I got my gloves in Florence and they are leather on the outside and cashmere on the inside! Complete bliss… if only I could remember where I put them… I digress though! Back to the winter coat that has me insanely distracted!

I came across this picture in my internet roamings the other day, and I MUST have this coat in my life!

Behold:

Either this coat or a Burberry trench… I’m not fussy, though I am poor, so if you would like to either track down the coat of my dreams as pictured above, or purchase me a Burberry trench that would be fantastic!

Back to study now! Sad face.

Absent

Life has got in the way for a few days and I think it will get in the way for a few days more... its time to focus on things happening away from this computer screen!

Evening Delight!

Largerfeld in a white suit, at the end, made me fall off my chair laughing!


(Remember Now by Karl Lagerfeld Short Movie Part 2 (Chanel Cruise 2011)


...like he thinks he's God or something???
Ok, I'm done now with the Chanel day! I'm off to hipster it up for the rest of the evening out and about!

Afternoon Delight!

Here is something to get you though your Thursday afternoon! (And just the thing to get me into to the mood for being out and about tonight!)



(Remember Now by Karl Lagerfeld - Chanel Cruise 2011 Part 1)

I love this for what it is, but I must admit I don't love it as a representation of all things Chanel... But I guess Largerfeld knows what he's doing in a  Balmain Party Girl meets American Apparel kind of way. What would Coco say?

Chanel - Spring Summer 2010 Full Fashion Show Part 2 - High Quality

And now it's time for Part 2!



And yes, I do realise that there have been other Chanel shows since this one, but that whole icebergs/ wearing a woolly mammoth thing was not my thing! I like this one! I see the humor in the idea of it... and the pretty clothes!

Chanel Spring Summer 2010 Fashion Show Part 1

I think today is going to be a bit of a Chanel day!

Thursday's child has far to go

And I would have far to go to get a decent "Cost per use" ratio out of this carry on luggage. Nonetheless, I want it!

And as a Thursday morning side note, doesn't Lily Allen look so well put together! I actually said to my most fabu friend of all that it took Chanel for me to give Lily a chance, and now I love her!

It also brings up my want of a fringe again. I have a salon appointment tomorrow and for the life of me I cannot decide if I want to invest in a fringe. Any advice on the matter would be much appreciated!

Transcontinental hangs

I have a wonderful friend who is destined for great things! We massage each other every now and then to chatter about living overseas and flying across the pond for spend time with each other transcontinental style. So to you my dearest friend, I say:

You can live here

And, I will live here

Deal?

Wednesday's child is full of woe

This morning was not kind to me at all! Still basking in the glow of my sleeping yesterday morning, I was ready to cry when the alarm went off this morning. It was still dark outside & freezing cold. Chances of  rain made getting dressed impossible. And the train smelt funny and the bus took too long to get to work.

Now I am here are work, partaking in the banter and sneakily emailing my friends, it's not so bad. I've gotten over the initial shock of the morning, but I would still much rather be at home, in comfortable clothes sipping tea and reading magazines.

Walls and worlds

It’s been a while since I’ve made an aerial escape from where I reside and I’m getting anxious to get going again. If only for a few days.

Every now and then I feel as though the walls are closing in on my small world, in the city where I reside. Having grown up here, I know a lot of people. Even when I think I'm meeting new people but it turns out they already know people who I know. Sometimes, it’s easy to think the city where I live everyone is staring in their own The Truman Show, or something very similar. Everyone one watchedseveryone and everything one is on show.

I suppose that is one reason why the thought of living in New York is so appealing. New York is the ultimate fresh start. It has been for millions and millions of people for centuries now. New York is a city full to the brim with people I don’t know, and who don’t know me (with the exception of a hand full of people who I adore anyway) With my eye firmly on the moving to New York prize, I still can’t help an overwhelming feeling to flee home, even for a quick break, sooner than the big move.

One of my closest and longest friends moved away at the end of last year. She has had a fresh start. And while, at times, I have no doubt that it must be incredible lonely, she seems to have come more into herself since the move. She is no longer held back by peoples ideas of who she is, the new people she meets see her as she is and accept (and not doubt love) the person in front of them. She hasn’t changed who she is at all. The only change has been her habitat.

I would LOVE to meet some new people, full stop. I’m not even talking about meeting a man to date, just new people in general. No ties. Rather than taking comfort in common ground, the comfort comes from the unknown. There are no biases, no one to sway opinions based on high school prejudice, or scorned love on a Saturday night dance floor bitching.

This would be absolute bliss.

The walls closing in feeling started when I realised that I might be a tiny bit interested in a guy I grew up with. I have a little crush. But, nothing will come of this; at least, I sincerely doubt anything will. While the thought of spending time with him makes my heart beat a little faster, the thought of spending time with any of his friends, also people I’ve grown up with, makes me sick to the stomach. This is the reason I will not take the crush thing any further than the thought bubble in my head distracting me during the dull work days.

Recently I came across this picture.

Ordinarily, a scene like this would either revolt me or bore me to death. There is nothing in the above image that normally would make me want to visit there. But, I do want to visit here. Tomorrow at the latest! I would love to do nothing more than to loose myself in this picture for a couple of days. Turn off my phone. Forget about work, email, blogs, and my life here and simply bask in the emptiness. I wouldn’t be able to forget about study though; I’ve got way too much of that going on at the moment. Just the thought of it is keeping me awake at night.

I think my friend is incredible brave and I hope to show some of that same courage when it comes time for my big move. It’s funny though, when I’ve been away from here for a while I’m always glad to come back to my comforts. Maybe I need to flee more often to be more content with being home. Until such time, I think it's best that I hide under the covers with Lula magazine and cups of tea.

Plastic and Feathers!

Did I, or did I not tell you the Plastiscines ladies were cool!

Here they are stage with Them Crooked Vultures!



Enjoy! Makes Tuesday afternoon fly by! (see what I did there? Yeah? I'll stop now.)

Make a wish!

Today is a very important day for a friend of mine, It's her 25th birthday!

So to you my dear friend, I wish you many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many (you getting the picture?) happy returns.

I hope you got your Gorman booties and flower and an endless showering of love as just some of your birthday treats!

Love you lots lady!

xox

Tuesday's child is full of grace

This morning has been a little kinder to me than yesterday morning. I got to sleep in a whole two hours! Complete bliss! I also got to take my time getting ready and so I've got time to play around on here before facing a day of rush hour commutes, substandard coffee, neon lights and crunching numbers.

I came across to images that remind me so much of my friend who I call Face. She's all sorts of lovely!

My thoughts exactly!

I've been holding off sharing my thoughts on SATC2, I was of the opinion that it's had enough of a bashing and i would only be contributing to the fodder of criticism.

But I got an email from a friend the other day and I love the what she had to say about it, it made me laugh out loud, so I thought I would share it...

Btw, I saw Sex & the CIty 2...and to make it more fascinating the movie was in Spanish!!!....let me just say that I..have.. nothing ...to ...say.... not even in Spanish!! Ohh the things I could have done in those 2 hours.....!!!

I think this explains this beautifully! Whilst I LOVED all the NYC shots, the large bit in the middle with the horrible outfits and the sand and the bad jokes and the blah blah blah was not so good. The end was love too, but they were back in NYC by them!

Stealing from the rich (NYLON) to give to the poor (you and I)

So I just read about this on Nylon's website! AND I WANT IT!!!! Oh and the write up also references Jane magazine, and I loved Jane magazine with all my heart and was beyond devastated when they stopped publishing. And then I found Nylon and now I am in love with Nylon... but not as much as I am in love with Lula!

Anyway, here is what Nylon had to say...

Monochrome can work for makeup, we promise.

Ten years ago, Jane magazine described a quick way to get pretty in a bind: Burn a cork and line your upper lids with the ash. Um.

Besides the fact that it's kind of scary / dirty, what kind of girl can find a cork and a lighter before she can find her eyeliner?! (Wait, don't answer that).

Instead, NARS is trying a one-two-three seconds to beauty approach, using actual makeup. Their latest stick is called The Multiple Tint, and it's designed to create a look for your cheeks, your lips, and your eyes.

The effect creates the "monochrome beauty" trend spotted on runways - where pink eyeshadow, an intense pink lip, and a quick streak of blush were the way to modern style.

The product costs almost $40, which is a bit steep - but NARS is known for their amazing quality, and if you consider that you're getting an eyeliner, an eyeshadow, a lipstick, and / or a blush in one tube, it's not so bad.

--FARAN KRENTCIL

Hate to break it to you... $40 in USD makes it a lot more here, sorry ladies, but Nars is readily available at Mecca! So there is some good news!

Monday's child is fair in face

Monday is here again a little too soon! To help my fellow worker bee ladies ease into the week, here is more of the Cute Boys with Cat action.

(James Dean again, didn't see there was much use diverging from a classic.)

The weekend was delightful, and would have only had been made better had I been able to sleep in a little while longer on Sunday morning. Having got home at around 2:30am from a night of champagne, dinner, red wine & lively conversation with some friends, then a mad dash to see some other friends and watch some band play, and then a spot of bar hopping, goodness know I deserved the sleep in. The neighbours. Again. I think I need to relocate somewhere quiet.

(Bedroom meets Library = quiet)

This bedroom is almost perfect, I would make the bed much bigger, and rather than all that black, something nice and creamy, girly it up a bit more. I'd get rid of the dead animal and swap it from my little french bulldog. But, oh the silence and the sleep ins I would have!

I just realised…

I don't think anything more needs to be said on this topic. Enjoy the last few hours of freedom before we are all back to the 9 to 5 grind tomorrow. (or 7:30 to 4:30, in my case)

Somewhere

I've been having a moment for Ms Sofia Coppola for quite some time now. I love the way she sees things, and then makes them into movies so that I can see things the same way!

Last weekend, during my period of bed rest, I cheered myself up with a Coppola movie marathon! It was brilliant! The Virgin Suicides, Lost in Translation and the oh so luxe Marie Antoinette (for some reason I skipped Lick the Star though I'm not really sure why)! It was utter bliss and momentarily distracted me from the searing pain in my mouth.

You can not imagine my excitement when i came across this clip for Ms Coppola's new movie Somewhere. I was at work when i made the discovery, so the fangirl squeals were kept to a minimum, but GOODNESS! I cannot wait to see this!



As usual, the film explores themes of dislocation and loneliness, in the most beautiful way! Its funny, even tho her films explore these themes over and over again, I'm never left with a feeling dislocation or loneliness. I'm left comforted. Its like we're all in this together (God, how High School Musical!)

The hunt

The hunt for the prefect bag may just be harder than the hunt for the prefect man! Perhaps it’s only right that it would be this way. I have loads of bags that have lasted much longer than any of my relationships, to date.

For months now I have been trawling the shops for the perfect bag to carry my daily life. All day. Every day. The only parameters I have put on the bag of perfection are it has to be black, leather and big. Naturally with these specifications, the price tag is also rather large and this is something that I accepted before I started the hunt.

This particular hunt has been going for several months now, with no success, I have tied department stores, boutiques, chain stores and even on line.

Last night I came across this bag, on line. It’s from Witchery and it’s on sale. Two positives!

I'm heading in store today to check it out. I am feeling a little hopeful that I might just be on to a winner. I say this now, but as I have learnt several times before, this feeling is fleeting and the feeling of disappointment that burns in my tummy that inevitably follows is enough to turn me off my macchiato.

Parks and swings and things

It's cold and windy and a little rainy outside. My friend and I are going shopping tonight and then to have some dinner and a little wine. It's been such a long time since we have done anything like this and I'm a little excited for us to be spending quality time together.

The thing I hate the most about growing up and being an adult is that everyday life seems to get in the way of the important things, like friends, all too often.


(Air - Playground Love video)

I love this song! The song sets to mood for the laid back easy Friday night that I'm planing and the film clip features the ill fated Lisbon sisters of Sofia Coppola's mind, who never had the chance to grow into adults.

Glass Pearls

This dress...

(Marc Jacob plaid dress with glass pearls)

... would make my winter complete!

The glass pearl detail reminds me a little of icicles or the buds of frost on the ends of leaves early in the morning after a particularly cold night.

Naturally, I wouldn’t be wearing the dress as is, there would need to be tights and jackets and scarves and beanies and all sorts of layer that make winter the best season for dressing!

It also happens to be on sale! What luck! At Bergdorf Goodman... (no such luck for me, however if one of my NYC friends were feeling particularly kind, I wouldn't say no to accepting this dress as a gift...)

Better than CottonTails

The Lake & Stars Spring 2010 line for Urban Outfitters is perfection!

I’m so in love with it all that I’m finding it difficult to find the words to describe it and do it justice!

This collection for Urban Outfitter is being referred to as the younger sister line; more innocent and fresh. A good thing too, seeing as though the inspiration for The Lake & Stars 2010 F/W was Swedish 1970’s porn! I’m not one of the OTT lace and bows and frills and holes in strategic places kind of girls. I find it all a little too Call girl. Having said this I can definitely see the humour in the collection. The collection for Urban Outfitters is like the Blair Waldorf of the lingerie elite; refined, polished and elegant.

The cuts and the colours are simply stunning. There is a great balance between structure and the delicate. These are the sorts of undergarments that, should I be hit by a bus, I would not be embarrassed to be found wearing in an Emergency Room. These are also the sorts of undergarments that I find quite sensual (TMI?). I can’t wait to get my mitts on some of this collection.

And with Urban Outfitter's free shipping to Australia for orders over $150, the soon I shop these pretty panties, the better!

Puppy Perfection!

I'm beyond desperate for a little puppy and here are the contenders battling it out to be number one...

First we have the Boston Terrier. This dog is pretty cute, and there is a stunning guy who resides near my work who has one, so we could be puppy friends... but a very close friend of mine wants one so I might leave this one to here and I can just drop in for visits to this puppy. That way I don't have to clean up any poopies and listen to it fart all the time. Watch the video, they experts actually mention the puppy farts! Goodness, how I laughed at that!



Next up is the French Bulldog. I am quite besotted with this particular pup! I love that it's stubborn, and it's lazy and it's perfect for apartment dwellers. And they come in black! *perfection* After watching this little clip, I was pretty much sold on this puppy. I black one called Coco! I love that its disproportionately large head makes it fall over all the time! It made me giggle so much! Clearly I am in my most mature mood tonight, nonetheless, I really want a puppy! THIS PUPPY!!!



Now all that remains is to convince mother that buying me a puppy is the best thing she could do for me, as a mother, short of funding me to move back to New York.

Stationery or Stationary

The (somewhat hypercritical) Grammatical bitch inside me shudders when I see shopfronts of news agencies and post offices and other places that sell stationery have signs advertising their “END OF FINANCIAL YEAR STATIONARY SALE”. You can sell being motionless???

Anyway, I love stationery, well to be more precise I love pretty stationery! And recently I have been spending more than my fair share of pennies at Notemaker.com.au

Stocking both well known and little boutique brands sourced both locally and from around the world, this site is heaven for Stationery nerds! It has everything you need to make your messy, messy life organised, functional and pretty. This is also a perfect site for gifts! There is so much on this site that I want, I laugh in the faces of all those friends who say I’m impossible to buy for!

Everything is so well sorted on this site too! From Diaries, Notebooks, Journals and Albums to Meeting Tools and Rubber Stamps! That last sentence actually makes the site sound really boring, BUT IT'S NOT! I could spend hours on this site! The site also offers limited edition products and exclusive designs from the stationery staple brands you know and love. I got an amazing limited edition Moleskine Week to an Opening organiser for this year on the site. Its perfection!

Don’t even get me started on the Sale selection! You could be reading my fangirl dribble all day!

The best bonus of all is that if you spend over $65 on product, and believe me its not hard to do, you get free shipping around Australia, though they do ship worldwide!

Oh and they have a facebook page too!

Mystery of the disappearing lip balm

For years I have been using Mystic Lips lip balm. I know it use to be hard to get, in fact only one store in my city sold it. But now it's gone completely! It trumps Blistex in so many ways and I will not reside myself to using that cocktail of chemicals my lips FULL STOP.

This is what Mystic Lips looks like! I use it in the little white pot with the orange lid.

If you come across Mystic Lips in your travels, please get me some! I have searched the internet and have had no success in tracking the balm down, let alone finding anyone overseas to buy it from and pay a stupid amount of money for them to ship it to me.

Without Mystic Lips my lips are less than desirable. I do not like this. Help a girl out!

I've been away for too long

I think my shopping ban has kept me out of the retail game for far too long. Expensive items are starting to invade my dreams.

Last night I dreamt about a Birkin bag in the most amazing blue. Birkin bags are completely lust worthy! They are the status bag! Made by Hermes and named after Jane Birkin. The modern day equivalent to this is the Stam bag Marc Jacob designed and named after Jessica Stam, though the Birkin is a classic and the Stam seems to have had its day. I digress, so back to the Birkin bag of my dream... There was a wait list for the wait list for the wait list for The Wait List. The only way you could get this bag was if you already owned a particular amazingly beautiful gold ring.

In this dream my Aunt passed away and left me a gold ring, strangely this was the ring one needed to acquire the blue Birkin bag. Naturally I got the bag, but that was just the start of the trouble/ adventure.

Nasty social climbing girls tried to steal the bag, I was invited into social circle where I wouldn’t ordinarily move, and attending parties I wouldn’t ordinarily attend. All the while girls were trying to steal my Birkin bag and or my dead Aunt’s ring away from me.

The details are a little shady, but at one stage, some nasty lower rung girl broke the handle of my Birkin, I was devastate, but the wonderful powers that be fixed my bag and I work up and all was good with the world.

Then I logged on to Net-A-Porter this morning to find this ring.

(YSL Arty Ring)

This is the exact blue of my Birkin bag! AND it’s an amazingly beautiful gold ring too!

Modern Romance

I was talking to a guy at a party once and he was telling me how he insists on taking things slowly with any girl he dates. For example, he thinks it’s appropriate to wait up to 6 weeks before getting to the laying down, making out stage with the girl he’s seeing. After saying this, he was mocked mercilessly by some nondescript drunk guy, but I gained much more respect for him.
(Though, I have later found out that despite this, he’s not so much the sensitive catch this above statement would lead you believe, if you go by the words of his best friend… which I do happen to go by)

Still this made me think about how much things have changed when dealing with someone you are attracted to as you get older. It seems that we are all too ready to jump into bed with someone we have been making eyes at in order to convince them, and perhaps ourselves, of our attraction to them.

I miss the days when there was a build up to sex. The good old days when you were with a person for long enough to find out if you actually like this person for who they are and what they think, before finding out if you liked them in bed also. It seems to me that these days we jump straight to the sex; and we like that with the person, so we try to make everything else work from there. Is this really the way to build healthy, lasting relationships? Or are my ideas of romance and compatibility outdated?

I miss the days where hand holding was a thrill. I miss the days where the first kiss you share with someone was while you are sober, in the light of day, away from pounding music. I miss the brilliant dance that is two people getting to know each other as people and then taking things from there. The back and forth of conversation, ideas, the lending of books, the making of mixed tapes, watching the movies you love so much and have talked up to great heights, the flurry of text messaging, desperate to find out more details about one another. Where did that go?

Is it that we are simply too busy to invest the amount of time needed to actually get to know another person? Have our demanding lives made us jump straight to the height of romance and into bed before it’s actually our time?

I’ve been thinking a lot about my past relationships lately. The majority of my relationships ended because our time together ran out; we grew apart; we wanted different things in life. Very few of my relationships ended in a long, drawn out, horrible for everyone one involved and their friends kind of way. In fact, only my last relationship ended that way. And it may be for that reason I’ve been thinking so much about how relationships play out these days, not just for me, but for my friends also. It may also be the reason why I have chosen to stay single for a while now instead of jumping back into something new to prove I don't know what to me and whoever it watching.

I want to stay solo for a little while, until I meet someone who I want to hold hands with. I want to meet someone I can talk to about lots of things. I want that exciting build up to the first kiss; that indescribable funny feeling in my tummy when I’m on my way to meet this person. I want someone who is OK with taking things slow and getting to know who we actually are before “sealing the deal” to be completely crass about it.

I think the guy from the party had it right, even if he seems to have the sustaining the relationship part a bit off (if you are to believe his best friends).

Really, what is the rush? If you like the person and you want to continue seeing the person, what’s the harm in waiting for moments? When I think about it like that, life seems awfully dull when things are rushed, what is there to build up to?

Instead #4

Today, I should have done what the oh so wise doctor ordered and stayed at home in bed. That would have been the smart thing to do. Bed was on my mind all day. Delicious sleep, tucked up under the covers, sipping from the tea cup conveniently placed on my bedside table. Letting the sunlight filter though my blinds and onto my bed to warm it in patches, after having enough of being awake, rolling over and going back to sleep for however long. I love my bed. It’s pretty much the only thing I miss when I’m overseas. When the days are long, the thought of my bed is what keeps me going, to eventually get home and crawl into it at night; this is what kept me going today. I will spend stupid amounts of money on bedding and the like to make my bed even more comfortable than it already is! And believe me when I say I have the world’s most comfortable bed. I have pillows and comforters, and more pillows and more comforters and the most amazing sheets and throw rugs, all in relaxing shades of duck egg blue and white.

INSTEAD of staying in bed, I went to work. I wish I hadn’t. I feel like death. I don’t know what motivated me to even get up this morning, or what I felt I had to prove to anyone. Actually that’s a lie, I do know what I was trying to prove and to who and it was silly and I have learnt my lesson. I am back in bed and don’t plan on moving from this spot for the next 24 hours AT THE VERY LEAST.

Please feel free to come and visit me while I’m in bed.Visitors are welcome however; you must be properly attired for the occasion. Respectable pyjamas only! I just found my favourite RL pyjamas; I got them the first time I went to New York. They’re so RL classic. The pyjamas and the prescribed medication and bed rest will see me feeling much, much better hopefully sooner rather than later. In the meantime I will be hiding under to covers waiting for my puff of a face to deflate and start resembling me again

(Anemia fans will *hopefully* get the Puff face reference)

Instead #3

Today would have been the perfect opportunity to gather a group of friends and head to the park for a lovely picnic. Treats of the sweet and the savoury kind. Perhaps a game of Scrabble and a few glasses on champagne, only managing to come up with 3 an 4 letter words. Looking on as those energetic types kick around the soccer ball. Taking those photos that you think are oh so arty at the time, but once you review them a week or so later you cringe at your naivety. Having one of those afternoons you wish would last forever, generally a lazy, laid back time with not a worry in the world.

INSTEAD, I’m still home sick in bed. It’s getting a little tired now. I must also admit to being the worse patient too! I’ve run out of my Maggie Beer Burnt Fig Jam, Honeycomb & Caramel Ice Cream and I’ve not left the apartment in 4 days. Cabin fever is setting in. The only saving grace is my Lula magazine and Fleet Foxes on constant playback.

Have I mentioned how much I love Lula before? I can’t remember, but for the sake of this post, please keep reading while I wax on about how wonderful it is and give you a few sneak peaks of their wonderful world.

So my love for Lula is like a red, red rose. Lula actually makes everything better, for me at least. It’s visual Valium, pictographic Prozac! Lula is what a perfect world would look like. When the work day gets yuck, I flip through my Lula to remind myself that there is beauty out there, it just depends on the way you look at things.

Behold!

(Most of these images are from Lula Issue #1)

Plus Lula seems to have an even bigger girl crush on Kirsten Dunst than I do!

(The Virgin Suicides, anyone?)

Instead #2

Today, I would have gone to the book festival and bought far too many books to be able to carry back to the car. This would mean having to stop for some delicious Greek food to refuel from all that book shopping and book carting to the car.

Book Fest happens twice a year, and it might just be my favourite two weekends of the year. The first one happens in January, and the second in June. It’s held in a massive room in the convention centre, the room is divided into about five sections. I only ever make it though one section before I have blown my budget and am struggling under the weight of the books. I love the Rare and Collectables tables, the Arts and Plays tables and the Classic Literature tables.

In the past I have discovered books that came out from England on the same boat that my grandfather was on when our family immigrated here so many years ago. My grandfather was 6 weeks old when his family left England. If he were still alive he would be 98 this year. I’ve also found a book that’s about 150 years old. When I find books like this, I simply cannot leave them behind.

Not only does the book fest benifit people aspiring to own enough books to have an at home library, like myself, but its also a fund raiser for Lifeline. Its like shopping with a conscience.

INSTEAD of being at book fest, in my nerd girl element, I am in bed sick reading the books I still haven’t read from several book fests ago.

Instead #1

Today I would have gone to the 1950’s rock & roll festival down the coast and drank a little too much warm beer and made a fool of myself with me oh so lame 1950’s dance moves amongst the pros, the people who take it seriously.

Wintersun is an annual rock & roll festival. Something that sounds like this usually triggers the “I’m far too hip for this” button inside of me. Instead, I’m usually so excited, it’s like I’m 12 years old again. I’ve been going to this since I first entered high school, the family of a girl I went to school organise the whole event, no mean feat! The festival attracts people from all over the country and overseas.

My all time favourite thing about the festival is the Saturday night Drive in Movie. Its so cold out side, everyone is all dressed up in their best 1950’s costumes and people pile into classic cars to watch a classic movie. And it’s never anything predictable and therefore lame like Grease!

Once we are done with the movie, we are somewhat boozed and we are totally in the mood the dance. Let me tell you, there is something oh so fun about spinning round and round to make your skirt flair out! The prefect place to spin around and dance and warm up after sitting in the back of a classic car with the top down for a few hours, it the giant red dance hall tent just before the beach. And there is so much potential for a romantic moment to step out for some air and stroll along the beach with your dance partner.

INSTEAD of making a drunken spectacle of myself while I spin around making my 1950 rock & roll skirt, complete with pink poodles, flair out and freezing to death while I wax on about the sad death of Drive in Movies and collapse into an exhausted heap on the sand at God knows what hour, I will be home, in bed, sick, fielding calls from all the people I know who are at Wintersun, wondering where I am. The only winter sun I will be getting is the one streaming though my window on to my bed

"You have to be unique, and diffrent, and shine in your own way." Lady Gaga

Its taken me quite some time to warm up to Lady Gaga. I'm not one for hype, and the hype around her has been so OTT that I pretty much tuned out whenever she was mentioned.

Then one evening on my commute home, I happened, to look over the shoulder of the person sitting next to me to notice that Gaga was wearing McQueen! I love McQueen so effing much. This made my dislike for Gaga and the hype surrounding her lessen a tiny bit.

THEN there was the Gaga Glee episode. Goodness! This almost blew my mind as much as Liza's rendition of  All the Single Ladies in SATC2!

Even tho there will be no Friday Fever for this little lady, far be it for me to wish ill Friday Fever on others. With this said, here is Bad Romance by Gaga! If you can divert your eyes away from her scantily clad, painfully thin body, please pay attention to the shoes! McQueen!!! *fan girl*

I'm out!

Today I'm getting my wisdom teeth removed, so I will be somewhat absent on here!

A few charming friends have been kind enough to search YouTube for gems like this to cheer me up!



One said charming friend seems to be a little sad that she wont be able to film me in the above state and make me famous on YouTube as she is heading out of town on Thursday night.

Mother also has been making jokes that I wont be able to have the surgery done, as it calls for me to be taken care of by a responsible adult post op.

Other kind friends are already referring to me as Football Head.

With all the kindness my friends have displayed over the past week, I am more than ready to hide away alone this weekend and catch up on study! Lets hope the neighbours can keep it down this time!

I missed my nap

I woke up on the childish side of the bed this morning, much to the annoyance of my coworkers...

With all the mothers in our workplace, surely they should be more sympathetic.

Devendra knows what I’m all about!

(Devendra Banhart - Feel just like a child)

Transportation flutter

There is a rather good looking man who gets my train on a Tuesday morning. By some freak of nature we end up sitting next to or across from each other for our morning commute. This is my early morning thrill, he really is quite hansome, but in one of those incredibly boring sorts of ways. Still my heart flutters and it make me smile privately.

Normally on the train to work I jot things down in my moleskins. I have three, a week to an opening organiser, a day to an opening organiser and a reporter jotter. All have their own use and I use them accordingly. Hansom stranger looks on as I scribble down things I need to remember, my misshaped budget and thoughts that are in my head that are better off on paper so they can grow and expand.

On this Tuesday morning, there was no jotting. I was almost finished reading the book that had consumed me for the past few days and I was desperate to get to the end and see how it all came to a tidy, or not so tidy as it were, end. This story was defiantly not too told to unfold. I forwent jotting to read. Hansome Stranger seems disappointed that he couldn’t look over my shoulder and decipher my scrawl.

So much so that he spoke!!! He asked me if I left all my notebooks at home and offered me some paper and a pen. I was touched (I also must have looked like I my mind was racing and I had nothing to release my thoughts on to). He had grown fond of my jotting and I had become accustomed to his looking over my shoulder.

My friend use to have encounters with what we called Beautiful Stranger. Men who passed though her life for only an instant. The idea had my romantic side all in a fluster. Perhaps this is my chance to encounter my very own beautiful stranger…