sorry.

daddy's better. it took a while but we're in the clear :) i love him very very much.
i'm off coffee this week, on a detox. trying to get all the unnatural shit out of my body, lord give me the strength not to drink on the weekend. please. i heart these:

sad day is sad.

before i feel all sorry for myself i'd like to say thank you to Mackenzie for following my blog, you're rather talented aren't you? and such an eye for pretty little things.

today i am sad. i'm my dad goes in for an operation on thursday and although i know that he will be ok, my heart hurts because i really really don't want to loose him and the thought makes me ache and cry. I'm sad because i can't talk to my boyfriend about it, because unfortunately his dad passed away last year and it makes me feel like i'm crying over spilt milk :(

so that makes me all confused, i'm used to telling my boyfriend how i feel about everything, even really silly stuff like "this cracker makes me happy because it's a lovely round shape and it is filling." oh sadness.

I don't think the cold is helping either, nor the fact that i'm so very very hungry! i'm having couscous for lunch today though and cous cous normally cheers me up. cous cous kiss cous kiss kiss cous.

today i wore what everyone at work calls my 'party dress' to try and cheer me up - no chance. in fact i noticed that the cardigan i have on make my shoulders look huge. bugger.

party dress.

and the nails were my favourite neutral. "high heeled wife" by chi chi

it's not pretty in pictures/without a top coat/ right now but normally it makes me feel like i've dipped the end of my fingers in chocolate. yumbo. x

lazy days.

Feeling very lazy/sleepy/hungry and large today. Realized that I’ve started eating really badly on the weekends and I need to stop. I’ve got 3 weeks until I go to Bali and so I’m going to try real hard to steer clear of chocolate (my nemesis) booze (my buddy) and bread. It’s not going to be as hard as it used to be because I work all week now, and I can’t just go into the cupboard and gorge. My day’s menu looks something like this:

Breakfast

-          Oats

-          Fiber

-          Peppermint Tea

Snack

-          Peppermint tea

-          Banana

Lunch

-          Homemade pumpkin soup

-          Yoghurt

-          Satsuma

-          Tea

Dinner

-          Tuna Omelette

I drink so much peppermint tea/green tea during the day and at least 2 liters of water on top of that, so I’m hoping I’ll see some results J I’m so over being silly and not eating or doing faddy diets. They always make my tummy poorly.

On top of all that, it’s my 21st birthday soon J which means, seen as though I always look shocking in photos, I’m planning on getting my make up and hair done on the day. Unfortunately, my eyebrows hate me so I know begin the arduous task of growing them out. Yuck.

I did my nails really quickly last night, they were lilac but the ends have all flaked off so I painted over them with light purple, it does NOT look nice. I’m going to re do them tonight.

the colour is actually much prettier than this, it's just really cruddy light.

i miss my hair.

when it was loonnnngg. :( + extensions. tehehhe

no make up and j-beib hair.

looking specials with pink ends.

for some reason - the only picture of me recently where you can kind of see my hair? i've been favouring the bun.  

I don't know what the next stage is! do i just use willpower and make it grow again? do i cut it off? dye it blue? I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO. it got cut in the first place because it's been blonde/brown/red on and off again for the last 7 years and it eventually just gave up on me. when it was dark it was ok, but going blonde just ended up being frizzy and yucky and horrible :( my hair got very poorly and so it got the chop. THUS. i'm going to try and not colour it for a while. The only picture with dye is the top one. ohh i miss long blonde locks :(

I put extensions in for the first time in agggees yesterday (with a hat to hide my short layers) and my boyfriend was captivated. he wants my hair long again baddlyyy haha.

want this - does anyone know the source?

I've tried evey treatment under the sun, the hot oil ones kinda sorta work. does anyone know good home treatments to get long silky locks asap?

I chose 20 minutes in bed this morning rather than a cute outfit and make up, i'm so very lazy :( butttt this is what i ended up with (boring i know)

new ring. i'm not 100% on it yet.

i love this necklace

boring and slightly awkward. nawwwww.

meep meep. italian tonight. nom nom nom nom. no idea how i'm going to loose 5 kilos if i keep this eating up. shit balls. xx

sqquuee!!

first award :) such a lovely feeling, thank you so much Stephanie, it really made my day.

soooo now i have to tell you 10 things about myself, hmmm. Let's see;

1. i sing. it was my major at uni and it makes me really happy.
2. i'm english. we moved to australia when i was 11 and we lived in hong kong for 3 years when i was 5.
3. i'm secretly obssed with 'gals', the make up and clothes are so interesting! http://gyaru-secrets.livejournal.com/?skip=50
4. i've never broken a bone
5. my boyfriend has red hair. but the most beautiful dark red you've ever seen in your life. all my girlfriends are jealous
6. i'm currently very hungover
7. i love pad thai :)
8. i love little children
9. i devour books
10. glitter makes me happy

i'm going to go ahead and pass this on now, and it's going to be so hard becasue there are SOOO many amazing blogs out there!!! soo...

1. lulubooo she is stunning, i love everything about her look!
2. nienie this blog is such an inspiration. i'm so amazed that such wonderful people exsist in a world that's so full of horrible things!
3. suchprettythings as someone who loves anything pretty - THIS BLOG MAKES MY LIFE. everything is so so beautiful! and your work is soooo amazing!
4. koneko because i think she's adorable! plus her hair's banging and i love reading her posts!
ok, i've put the links in but i don't know how to tell them i've nominated them :( how sad. i have a headache and a hunger for padthai and snuggglless. LOVE x

on my desk at work/why i struggle with my weight.

I swear we eat them more than the candidates do. i hate you mentos.

tick tock two.

A big old yay to ticking more things off my lists! thank you Stephanie! You made me take a look at my them again, and I’ve managed to do more than I realized. How lovely.

On a bitter note, fuck Mondays. Hate them. Weekends are disgustingly short and shouldn’t exist, I don’t know if Tuesday would become Monday or whatever and I don’t care. I just hate the feeling when I wake up, especially when it’s pissing down with rain and all cold and windy and yuck and somehow I ended up at work 40 minutes early? Even though rain normally means buses are disgustingly slow? The office is freezing and I’m starving but I have the thought of a hot cup of tea and memoirs of a geisha to keep me going for the next 30 minutes.

I’m beginning to really enjoy re doing my nails and taking a picture each week. Not only does it mean my nails aren’t ugly and chipped at work, it means my 38473875 nail polishes get a work out for once. I love black nails and unfortunately that means it’s all I’ve been wearing for a long time, branching out is slightly scary and fun. Nails think week are Revlon’s Tropical Teal. YUMS. Love this color; it makes me so happy for some reason.

hello teal :)

I spent the weekend not tiding my room and relaxing with the boy. Since I started working full time it feels as if my weekends are so jam packed I have no room to breathe, so this was a lovely change. We watched movies until our eyes hurt, ate pizza and drank our respective weights in beer. Lovely times. Rather happy.

my blanket aka the boys puppy

my non tidy dresser. hello necklaces!

Unfortunately because of the rain I gave up on all hope of hair/makeup/outfit today and just sulked. I love the necklace I’m wearing but I’m lazy and don’t want to take a picture. xx

highbrow.

So, I stuck to my guns and decided to make an effort with my eye makeup this morning. It looks lovely! I’ve had quite a few compliments from people at work already. The only problem is, and I only realized when I went to take a picture to post, I haven’t done my eyebrows! Oh they're filled in and everything, but I’ve somehow managed not to do a plucking check up? They’re a very light blonde naturally so it’s not something you’d notice unless you were right up close but I’m rather aware of it now. I’ve been checking my make up bag for tweezers every half an hour, I WANT TO FIX THIS.

The problem with myself and eye makeup is that I always feel I’ve over done it, but then I look at all the amazing make up blogs and think I haven’t even touched on nice pretty make up. I also feel I don’t have enough of an eyelid to work with :I oh well, practice makes perfect.

Today’s outfit is rather boring, work calls for it! I nearly had a duck egg blue bow as a belt, but I’m 100% sure that it wouldn’t be classed as corporate. I wish it was. I think I only just scraped by wearing this but I love the cute matching belt J

ha to taking pictures of yourself at work!

Dress: Target (yay!)

Cardigan: Basque

Tights: Sportsgirl (They have little bows on the thigh! So cute!)

Check my reading glasses. Mega babe.

Surprise date with my boy tonight :) very excited! x

hard days night.

This post has zilch to do Beatles wise, much as I love love love them. It’s about my crappy morning. I woke up (feeling like p.diddy) refreshed and happy, I left on time even though I did my hair and makeup. I grabbed my umbrella, and stepped out into the pouring rain. Then my umbrella snapped in half, my hair went straight and limp, my face got smudged, my bag got wet, I dropped my bus ticket in a puddle, I missed my bus trying to pick up my bus ticket and I very nearly cried. The end.

I’m still in a strangely good mood though. I think I’ll just run with it. It may have something to do with this photo, I stopped in the middle of the street to take it (in the rain) and an elderly coupe smiled at me and said “that’s lovely” haha.

they're boots, not special shoes.

My make up for today went a little something like this, it was done in a little bit of a rush but at least it’s semi colorful for once!:

Sorry about the quality but I’m using my phone’s camera at work L you can’t see it clearly but it’s Chi Chi’s beige (from the neutrals palette) and then the purple from the matching brights palette in a thin line over the top J I’ve got a tiny bit of liquid on as well. I’m really going to start trying to make an effort with my makeup. I always play it way too safe!

in your face winter.

Nothing says in your face to winter more than fluro nails and a jaunty bow in ones hair. Unfortunately no effort was made with my hair itself or my outfit today and so there shall be no pictures of that. My bow is not as jaunty as i wish it was as i managed to get my hair wet in the shower this morning (even through cute shower cap) and had to spend a non planned 10 minutes fixing it. waa. one day i shall perfect a technique for my non perfect hair and share it. one day.

ze bow.

ze nails.

waaa my pictures won't do what i want. They'll have to be all ugly then. pffsshhh. Also, COFFEE. nom. nearly skipped my daily coffee today but came close to have a heart attack and dying as soon as my mid-morning tiredness hit me. hate that feeling.

my coffee - with pretty cup.

what i wish i was drinking. nom white hot chocolate & whipped cream.

last night what spent happily watching masterchef (LOVE) and making soup (NO LOVE), we had no real vegetables in the house so it's all watery and full of cast off vegetables that nobody loves. As opposed to this guaranteed winter warmer. This is taken from smitten kitchen (http://smittenkitchen.com/2006/11/come-on-thunder/) the most AMAZING website for any recipe in the world. I made this soup (and accompanying sandwiches of course) last weekend and loved loved loved it. 

Cream of Tomato Soup
Adapted from The America’s Test Kitchen Cookbook

2 (28-ounce) cans whole tomatoes packed in juice, drained, 3 cups juice reserved
1 1/2 tablespoons dark brown sugar
4 tablespoons unsalted butter
4 large shallots, minced (about 1/2 cup)
1 tablespoon tomato paste
Pinch ground allspice
2 tablespoon all-purpose flour
1 3/4 cups chicken stock, homemade or canned low-sodium
1/2 cup heavy cream
2 tablespoons brandy or dry sherry
Salt and cayenne pepper
1. Adjust oven rack to upper-middle position and heat oven to 450°F. Lined rimmed baking sheet with foil. With fingers, carefully open whole tomatoes over strainer set in bowl and push out seeds, allowing juices to fall through strainer into bowl. Spread seeded tomatoes in single layer on foil. Sprinkle evenly with brown sugar. Bake until all liquid has evaporated and tomatoes begin to color, about 30 minutes. Let tomatoes cool slightly, then peel them off foil; transfer to small bowl and set aside.
2. Heat butter over medium heat in large saucepan until foaming. Add shallots, tomato paste and allspice. Reduce heat to low, cover, and cook, stirring occasionally, until shallots are softened, 7 to 10 minutes. Add flour and cook, stirring constantly, until thoroughly combined, about 30 seconds. Gradually add chicken stock, whisking constantly to combine; stir in reserved tomato juice and roasted tomatoes. Cover, increase heat to medium, and bring to a boil. Reduce heat to low and simmer, stirring occasionally, to blend flavors, about 10 minutes.
3. Pour mixture through strainer* and into medium bowl; rinse out saucepan. Transfer tomatoes and solids in strainer to blender; add 1 cup strained liquid and puree until smooth. Place pureed mixture and remaining strained liquid in saucepan. Add cream and warm over low heat until hot, about 3 minutes. Off heat, stir in brandy and season with salt and cayenne. Serve immediately. (Soup can be refrigerated in an airtight container for up to 2 days. Warm over low heat until hot; do not boil.)
* This is the point where Lost was set to begin in t-minus 5 minutes and I’d had enough with the recipe, plunging in the immersion blender until smooth, adding the cream, reheating for a moment, and splashing in the brandy, measurements be damned -maybe Jack will kill Ben tonight! – so a little light on the cream and heavy on the brandy, and the soup lacked for nothing. Oddly, it didn’t need a lick of salt or cayenne, or perhaps I didn’t notice because Lost was so good.

Classic Grilled Cheese Sandwiches
Adapted from The America’s Test Kitchen Cookbook

3 ounces cheese (preferably mild cheddar) or combination of cheese, grated on large holes of box grater (about 3/4 cup)
4 slices (1/2 inch-thick) from white sandwich bread, such as Pepperidge Farm Toasting White
2 tablespoons butter (preferably salted), melted
1. Heat heavy 12-inch skillet over low to medium-low heat. Meanwhile, sprinkle a portion of cheese over two bread slices. Top each with a remaining bread slice, pressing down gently to set.
2. Brush sandwich tops completely with half of melted butter; place each sandwich, buttered-size down, in skillet. Brush remaining side of each sandwich completely with remaining butter. Cook until crisp and deep golden brown, 5 to 10 minutes per side, flipping sandwiches back to first side to reheat and crisp, about 15 seconds. Serve immediately.

failing.

How easily it is to just forget to blog.

My my my bad. I’ve gotten a full time job and all my time has been taken up waking up early and being dead when I get home. I’m still clueless about what to do with uni. oh well, pretty clothes and champagne are still my friends and i'm going to try and update more than i have been doing.

mummy's day

mothers day = scrummy thai food and then coffee and cake/macaroons. that macaroon was death but i refuse to judge until i've tasted one in paris .

my present

aquarium

the boy and i had our one year earlier this month, he took my to the aquarium and to dinner and bought me a beautiful pandora bracelet with out initials on. happy girl, clever boy.

spirit of jazz

this weekend = death. went to a friends 'mighty boosh' themed birthday, i was the sexiest spirit of jazz there and discovered a love of cider that caused my head to hurt on sunday morning. well worth it.


more ramblings and pictures asap.


love love xx

happy list - tick one.

Tick tick tick tick TICK.

My first tick. Oh the joy. I planted a herb garden :)

Small, basically insignificant in everyone else’s life, but I did it, it’s my work with my bare hands and I shall eat my little herbs as soon as they because plump and beautiful. Happy days.

I’ve been having that crushing fear you get when you have no money lately, BUT today was PAY DAY! Without doubt the best day of the week (fortnight) and I feel all lubberly and warm and safe now, until it goes. Which it will – I’ve already planned a trip to the factory outlet with the bf to “buy him some shoes” this afternoon, what can I say I just love pretty things! I think today I will splurge on underwear, I had an itchy scratchy desire to do something the other night and I cleaned out all my drawers, disposing of 75% of my non attractive underwear, much to the boys joy. I’m thinking practical, sturdy cotton. NOT. Oh how my heart skips a beat when I think of creamy silk and wisps of lace, oh how I cry out for the impractical.

In other news, I’VE BEEN DOING MY RUNNING! I’ve been interval training for the last 3 days! I’m so so proud of myself, except for the fact that I look like a T-Rex when I run. Something about my arm co-ordination, or lack thereof, causes them to get all bunched up in my middle. I also feel how I do at spin class, like I’m running way slower than everyone else. Awkward. Apparently awkward should be a familiar word to interval runners – do you know how weird you look when you stop and start jogging/walking by iPod cues? No-one else can hear the music. Feck.

I’m off for a girl’s movie watching day, hurrah! Can’t pick the movies to take though, I’ve got:

When harry met sally

50 first dates

My big fat Greek wedding

Bridget Jones’s diary

Devil wears Prada

The hours

Black narcissus

Little women

I’m swaying towards Bridget Jones and The Hours, so my head doesn’t turn to complete mush. I LOVE BRIDGET JONES.

love love xx

moto-vacation.

I was really proud of myself today. I was tired and feeling disgusting but I still applied for a BILLZILLION jobs. Plus I researched the next marathon in my area and signed up for it – making me a lot closer to finishing one of my happy list goals J

To prepare for the marathon I’m starting the Couch to 5k program tomorrow. I’ve always wanted to be a babe like fitness junkie but I’ve always been to lazy; I guess the thought of passing out during a charity marathon is a real eye opener.  I’m going to get up at 8.30am and do the first of the week one challenges and then I’ll go to yoga at 10.30am. Already I’m second thinking this, as in “do I really need to do that much?” and I think I’ve got to realize that yes, yes I do. People don’t look amazing by thinking must i? and one more cookie? Imma be a hottie J

I flaked out on walking for the past 2 days, I feel terrible but as usual I was cursed with the hangover from hell. I succeeded in eating 2 blocks of chocolate, jatz and cheese, a chocolate milkshake, more jatz and cheese, ice cream with chocolate chunks, panang curry, another ice cream and a packet of mentos. Told you I could eat J I complain about being a size 10/12 but I guess with a tummy like that, I’m very lucky! Do do do do dooo off to sleep I go, I had a crappy sleep last night because my boyfriend managed to radiate even more heat the usual and it was just to warm L

nommie.

chai - knees.

for christmas last year, my darling boy bought me the most beautiful bike in world. My dad’s given his old bike to the bf and now we cycle around being cuties all day long. The big plan was to go this morning and have a big ride around, but it’s raining L sadness.

I’m going for a big boozy chinese meal with the girls tonight as well so I was going to do that and my walk and hope the cancelled each other out :I wishful thinking I know but it stresses me out feeling so unhealthy! I really don’t know what to order tonight though; I can already taste my mouth going funny as a result of excess salt and msg. yeerrk, lots of water for me. I just did a little bit of research on ‘healthier options for chinese food’, and apparently these are the best dishes to get: 
 

• hot and sour soup 
• wonton soup 
• steamed spring roll 
• teriyaki chicken skewer 
• dishes made with steamed or boiled chicken or shrimp 
• steamed vegetables 
• stir-fries (request less oil) 
• bok choy

Avoid: 

• battered or fried appetizers
• fried rice
• dumplings
• spring rolls
• sauces (high in msg and sodium)

dishes laden with rich sauces e.g. Hoisin or sweet and sour

I bet they’re still loaded with hidden icky things. I love/hate how aware I am of what’s going in my mouth lately, it makes life a tiny bit difficult eating wise BUT I feel so much healthier. My problem is, I’ve never really really tried the whole exercise malarkey. I’ve got a gym membership and I went everyday for a while and then just stopped and I know I really should get back into it. You see, when I’m concerned about my weight (at all times really) I seem to just crash diet, loose a couple of kilo’s and the either seem to think I look ok and start eating normally again, thus putting all the weight back on, or I get an emotional trigger and binge eat.

I would succeed at binge eating as a sport. I’m one of those people who thinks “fuck it, I’ve already eaten something I shouldn’t have today. I’ll just eat really really bad now and start healthily tomorrow. Today will be the last day.” I think I may be getting better though, last weekend, while hung over (I shouldn’t be drinking if I want to be healthy I know) I thought “screw it, I’ll go all out” I had 2 pieces of cake and half a block of mint chocolate before I stopped myself – BUT AT LEAST I STOPPED! A month or so ago I would have kept on going until I felt sick, and then eaten a little bit more if it was on offer.  Thankfully I’ve given up sweet things for lent, so unless I want to binge on fruit I’m stuck! Although I love crackers, cheese and dip, my lovely boys kryptonite, I’m a sweet tooth through and through and unless it’s covered in sugar, ice cream and chocolate there is no point stuffing your face with it.

The boy’s still in bed, looking all snuggley and cute and a little bit snorey, I may take my laptop downstairs and watch a sneaky movie next to his warmth. I love how warm he is. My own personal heater.

Exercise

IS COMING.

best boyfriend/present. ever.

yesterday. him.

yesterday was the boy and my self’s 10 months. Ghhhay to celebrate in months I knows but for goodness sake people – IF YOU LOVE SOMEONE WHY NOT DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT! It’s like people who choose not to celebrate valentine’s day because “we already know how much we love each other,” you can never know enough love.

Anyway; he’s wonderful. We had lubberly home cooked meal (chicken stuffed with basil and cheese and wrapped in prosciutto) and then we watched a movie and snuggled. Awwww. Except for the fact that due to my healthy eating lately – 2 glasses of wine managed to get me rather tipsy and result in the shittiest sleep ever. I woke up every 2 hours and now I feel like rat poo.

ALSO, I did that thing yesterday when you put an outfit on at home, look in the mirror and think, “hells to the yeah, I look banging” but as soon as you step out onto the street you feel like crap and start second guessing yourself and end up wishing you’d never gone out. It’s such a horrible feeling.

Exercise

1 hour walk (involving stairs, gahhh)

the boys breakfast. huge, i know.

 

rant pant.

So today, it finally happened. I handed in my books and card – and I officially left university.

You see, this is where the blogging all came from really; the big decision. To be a failure, a drop out, someone with no hope; or so I thought. The course I was undertaking was amazing, my boyfriend was doing the exact same thing and LOVING IT, but it just wasn’t for me. Every word they said made my tummy knot up, I felt my worry and doubt growing by the second. How could I not want to do this? I had no other options! This is what I HAD to do. I couldn’t stop crying and having mini panic attacks. I kept getting that feeling you got when you were 7 and it got to midnight on a sleepover, everyone else was asleep and the panic just started creeping up on you. It feels like someone is literally sitting on your chest. I was getting migraines. I suffer from migraines anyway – they’re a bitch, but these were the mothers of all migraines. I was crying it hurt that badly. Mum took me to the doctors, she took one look at me and said stress. “bitch” I thought, “stress? it can’t be stress. i’m a young girl. I don’t know the meaning of stress! Give me something I can TAKE to stop them, or a proper diagnosis. NOT STRESS. You want me to sit and do fucking yoga while my eye sockets feel as if they’re going to pop out of my skull!? not on your nelly sister, no way, no how.”

I cried some more. She gave me some breathing exercises and sent me home. I went for coffee with mum and she suggested a year off. the relief. sweet sweet relief. I didn’t even realize that university was stressing me out that much and yet that simple sentence, it freed me. I DIDN’T FEEL NAUSEOUS FOR THE FIRST TIME IN A WEEK. Yyeeaah boiii! And then it started again, the little voice in my head, “are you sure this is the right decision? Everyone will think your stupid you know. you’ve always been the girl who’s gotten by doing the bare minimum, relying on music to pull you through – now you’ve given up completely. How pathetic”. It doesn’t help when your best friend and little sister want to be doctors. What did I have to complain about? It was week 2 – it hadn’t even gotten meaty yet. I didn’t sleep for 2 nights, I spoke to mum and dad for hours, and then dad said “just do one more week, you won’t regret it.” I went into uni the next day and un enrolled (un enrolled, onion roll).  That one piece of advice from dad sent me over the edge, I didn’t want to go back. I hate hate hated the idea of what I’d come out qualified as – I didn’t want that career! If I couldn’t face a whole week, how was I going to do a year, a lifetime? I felt sick as soon as I left the student office. Swear to god my stomach doesn’t want to feel normal. It does this on purpose. It may not have helped that I immediately started calling other university’s to figure out their intake process for the NEXT YEAR. dad asked what I was doing, I told him, he said; “stop. breathe.”

I sat down the next day and wrote my happy list. What do I want to achieve this year? not, what do I want to be this lifetime. what are the small things I can do? what makes me happy? If I love lowercase letters, who’s to say I can’t write that way all the time. Candles, incense, lovely smelling baths, pots of tea, macaroons, nail polish and scarves, cuddles on the beach in the middle of winter, that gritty feeling from to much fairy floss, a bottle of wine and a good meal with friends, spending money on beautiful clothes, knitting, kissing, jumping, yoga, sleeping, reading, eating, cooking, sniffing, sitting, laughing, crying, THINGS. What happened to caring about all the lovely lovely THINGS.

Rant over. I don’t think it even makes sense, but I suppose it’s one billion percent for me, not anyone else and maybe I don’t need to read over it and spell check it, make it witty and pretty and fill in all the shitty rhyming, joking, fun poking slang. over and out y’all, now, i would like a wagon wheel thingy; I think I shall get one.

ALSO. I’ve decided I can eat what I want – as long as I exercise. I’m going to aim for a 1hr walk a day and post it on here so I feel guilty if I don’t do it J

Todays exercise:

- 1 hour walk 

the little things. 

simple little things.

today i was going to blog about my little walk to the library and picking out the puuurfect books, skipping on home and reading them in the snuggley comfort of my doona. 

alas, i seem to still be limping along and i REFUSE to drive to the library. REFUSE. it is a 15 minute walk and i feel all 'i'm a better person than you are' when i do it. So, i took the day to bond with my mummy.

my mother:

is without doubt one of the purest, loveliest souls on this planet. hurting her would be like kicking a puppy; no joke, my boyfriend said the exact same thing when he met her. she goes above and beyond every single day to make sure my little sister and i are peachy keen happy and i think that's marvelous.

sorry, i felt everyone needed to know that. anyway, we filled the day with haircuts and shopping (mum walking slightly ahead of me so as not to be associated with the girl dragging her foot along like an idiot) and i bought some lovely lovely things. my one complaint though - why are jeans so effing expensive? unless you're willing to fork out $100 ($70 if you're lucky) and you're a stick and not built like me (no bum and thus ability to produce a muffin top in anything slightly low rise) it's impossible to find anything remotely attractive that will last over 2 weeks. they all sag at the knees and manage to be amazingly looooonnngg or they're just plain ol' butt ugly. yeeeccck.  

anyway, my baby sister met us at the shops (she's nearly 18 now and a megababe so i don't think she's the bubba of the family anymore really but HEY, i adore her) and we all happily traipsed around for a good 5 hours until my foot started hurting and i realized i had no mula left. HOW STUPIDLY HAPPY MAKING IS A FAMILY DAY.  i love them and i really need to remember that at least a billion times a day. imma go give mumma a cuddle right now, i suggest you do the same. Xx

mumma & me; back in the day. x

oh noes.

i've managed to prove my clumsiness yet again. my ankle's messed. in no amazing way at all - i simply missed a step and slipped on wet tiles while slightly intoxicated. oh dear.

the boyfriend was less that happy - i was basically running in my sleep, anytime i left my foot still the blood rushed to it and it HURT SO BAD. i'm such a mardy bum with pain.

the result was me feeling sorry for myself (and wearing a sock to lunch over my bandage as my shoe wouldn't fit) and gorging. i literally just ate a whole block of mint chocolate. best to do it while i can, every knows new things start on mondays :) time for yoga, long walks, organic meals and a lot of fresh air. i'm excited to feel healthy, i'm excited to walk down to the library and pick my first 'to read' book! i don't know where to start!

p.s. antiques roadshow - strangley addictive when tired and almost comatose in front of the TV, i keep getting disgustingly excited for the people who've got amazing finds (one woman found a braclet which used to belong to Queen Victoria!?!) and kind of pissed off at the people who've wasted time with nana's old bedpan.

nails. week one.

nom nom nom nom nom.

mardi gras nails.

candy. pink. glitter. scrumptious.

think back to being 5 and die for them.

OPI - flower to flower
+
a butt load of pink and silver glitter.

http://www.suchprettythings.typepad.com/

 

THIS WEBSITE IS AMAZING.

so in love.

happy list.

• volunteer overseas
• learn a language
• be an extra on a film
• own a room with a view
• travel europe
• learn how to take a compliment
• be a tv show audience member
• send  message in a bottle
• ride a camel in the desert
• learn to dance
• be a boss
• drink beer at Oktoberfest
• shower in a waterfall
• spend a whole day reading
• learn to juggle
• buy a car
• find a job i love
• overcome my fear of failure
• have a beautiful garden
• love my body
• accept myself
• write a blog 
• figure out my family tree
• talk to my grandparents more
• learn to ski
• run a marathon
• write my life story
• watch every james bond film
• make the perfect ipod playlist
• turn my phone off for a week
• play a song on guitar
• plant a tree
• have a cocktail party
• volunteer on christmas day
• learn to meditate
• learn how to build a fire
• learn to trapeze
• READ A BOOK EVERY 2 WEEKS
• make my own pasta
• cook something i've grown
• take pole dancing lessons
• sleep at the zoo
• give a homeless person my lunch
• have my fortune told
• send flowers for no reason
• help out at a soup kitchen
• watch the sun rise
• watch the sun set
• go to the ballet
• smile at 100 strangers
• paint my nails every week
• have a bath with candles, music and a shiraz
• read shakespheres plays
• do the 40hr famine
• don't speak for a day
• build a kite and fly it
• finish a crossword