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Jamie of mspolly.com has tagged me. Which means I am required to tell you all 10 random things about me.
1. I’m often too frightened to go into girlie girl shops on my own unless accompanied by a girl more girlier than myself.
2. I’m obsessed with rehydrated foods and cupcakes(not in that order).
3. I recently lost 15 kilos due to stress and sadness. I’ve since put on 3(possibly more since I spent yesterday eating deep fried entrees at the Chinese New Year food fair).
4. After avoiding nearly all modern music, deluded in the belief that all goodness was in the past, I am indulging in new music, and really enjoying it. Clap your hands and say yeah and M.I.A. are favs at the moment.
5. Sometimes I think “Grab your arse and say yeah”- I blame Kurt Vonnegut.
6. Likewise literature.
7. I like to drink water out of a bubble tea straw, because it makes me drink more, more quickly.
8. When I’m around genuine americans(not including ex-pats, I don’t think- think FRESH AMERICANS) I tend to use a lot of superfluous Australian sayings.
9. My current favoured type of decorative vandalism involves felt.
10. I have a lush addiction which I don’t tell many people about because IT IS COSMETICS. But I feel the need to go public. It smells so freaking nice, and I have even drawn fan art of their Snow Fairy christmas shower gel(it is pink and smells like sweeties and has glitter in it). *sigh*
I cheated a bit. I had to ask friends for help. Allegra wanted me to include the time were having a bbq(she is a fresh, gullible american) and I got a bit firecrazy and started throwing leaves and bread in the fire. It deserved to be included somehow.
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I suprise myself with the goodness that my very old camera can manange on self timer. This is cute, because Snuffy matches my outfit(which incidently, was purchased from the sportsgirl sales rack), and because she was about to put her head down on my voluminous skirt.
I should also explain here, that any references to Lolita are refering to the Japanese street fashion, called Elegant Gothic Lolita of dressing up victorian influenced dolly style. For more info, check out wiki, rather than pedophilia or the Nabokov novel.
I’ve never been one for gothic-ness, and was leaning towards sweet, but lately I’ve been going for a more classical lolita look, in my quest for lady-hood. I’ve also had trouble pulling off the elegant part, due to my inherant scruffiness, and tendancy to giggle. But otherwise, I adore the style. I’ve been into it for a few years, but now that I’ve been liberated from the oppression of Sydney’s west(thank god), I’ve been wearing it more and more in every day life. Though the purists would refer to my style as casual rori(I prefer to use the japanese spelling, in order to distance myself from pedophilia), I like to think of it as scruffy rori!
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Today I was out with my dear knitting friend Kath(of the now defunct knitpowers), and showed her how to drop spindle(she had been teaching herself and was stuck, she did fabulously!). Anyway, like young cosmopolitan ladies often do, we were going to go for coffee(as we needed a sit down after making fun of the yarn selection in Lincraft “Which is the ugliest yarn?”). I was excited by the prospect of Hot Chocolate(as I cannot drink coffee- though I love the smell) and she suggested we go to Max Brenners.
Now, the darling Jamie(www.mspolly.com) had told me about MB, and she is a young lady of such good taste, that I was excited. I could tell it was going to be good, because Kath’s walking speed was so fast! It was like me when I am heading towards a pet shop. I thought I was the only person who did that! So endearing!
We also went to the Max Brenner cafe, which is right next to the David Jones food court, and I had suckao, which was frothed milk in a special cup, with a tealight underneath, with a metal spoon/shovelly thing with a straw in the handle, and a little dish of chocolate chips(dark) which you scoop in and let them melt. Oh my goodness, it was JUST SO GOOD. It is such high quality chocolate, it’s almost a drug experience. If I take anyone on a date, it would so be there. In fact, for the next few months, I will be FINDING EXCUSES TO TAKE MY FRIENDS THERE.
Mind, we had to ask the waitress how on earth I was to drink my beverage, but that is just one of the many upsides there are to being a total dork!
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My dearest rebellious Blythe girl, Daisy May demanded a hair cut a few weeks back, and I tried to give her a Silver Snow style fringe, and failed desperately. So, I finally got the courage to fix her up, and ended up giving her a cutie little bob. I’m so smitten with her hair, as is she, and she has taken to bullying the other girls once more, with her revolutionary ideas, which is good, because Fenella had turned into the ultimate Bully Girl when Daisy May was having a bad hair sulk.
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It involved:
- Eating cherry ripe cakes
- Drinking pink lemonade
- Eating Beetroot Hommous(see the pink food theme coming through?)
- Home
Hair cutting
- Spying on the cat’s secret rooftop adventures
- General girly silliness
- Bit of music playing
- Planning songs
- Complaining of heat
- Napping.
Rock on.
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 I quietly launched my “Little Golden Book of Angst”, the story of post breakup angst, today at the something or other poultry thinger Zine Fair. I shared a table with the lovely Vanessa Berry, Daniel(who declined to sell) and Tasmanian but Sydney based artist Leigh. I didn’t get rid of very many zines, but I got a few gems, was visited by Fiona Berry(I squealed upon her arrival, quite audibly), was reunited with war buddy, Louise, and the bands were really quite nice and inoffensive, I only poked two people in the guts and managed to be quite nice. I really appreciate the couches. The day concluded with purikura, as all good days should. There are more pictures underneath the linker below..
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 I took my darling Snuffy dog for a little stroll around the block, on account of feeling a bit lonely and exhausted after a rather plesant day at the zine fair(full write up and photos to come). She was walking like an angel(the threat of the gentle leader head collar, perhaps?), walking straight past, even, a sweet marmalade cat, who reminded me of the cat at Tim’s house, Maggie, only with a pointy head. I smiled at the cat, and it came trotting over, alternating between running and walking, I think it really wanted to make friends with Snuffy. I told Snuffy to sit, which she just couldn’t bring herself to do, but I really wanted to pat the sweetie cat, so I picked her up and then patted. I figured the cat would have had enough after that, but it kept following us. I put Snuffy down, but she just wanted to go back to where the cat was, so I carried her. It was raining a humid sort of mist, and we walked around to the park, and the cat came bounding up over the garden, looking very much like Milo. Snuffy was like Otis, only if Otis were on steriods that made him very angry(and also small and fluffy), trying to run back to the cat and growling if he got too close. All the while I was apologising to the cat, scolding Snuffy, encouraging her to be nice, like a crazy lady who talks to animals. Luckily I live in the outer burbs where my behaviour would have gone ignored by folks sitting inside their houses watching whatever is on the box.
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Now with two levels of war!
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I should note that that photo was entirely posed- it wasn’t even my beer bottle. The wildest I got was taking my sneakers off and loosing one but it turned out that it was being hidden. Anyway, this was Vanessa’s friend Leigh’s art themed party, which was a lot of fun and involved drawing on large bits of paper(I BYOed my crayons), pass the parcel, pin the tail on the Benben(my canary obsession is spreading, or rather being forced upon others), arty scrabble and more funfun antics.
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