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Sunday, June 30, 2013

Day 181: Fiadone Corse (Corsican Cheese Cake)

Riding along in the Sunday Social pelaton today:

Q: What is your favorite movie of all time?
A: Don't tell anyone, because I am slightly embarrassed. I love The American President. There is something so cheesy about it. Half the dialogue is on automatic in my brain. I say the final speech on long walks sometimes. However, if I were to be more culturally responsible I would put down a few more significant options: The Shawshank Redemption, Strictly Ballroom, Harold and Maude, Fight Club, The Princess Bride, Kill Bill Vol I and II, Memento, Moonlighting, The Usual Suspects, Fargo and Diana Vreeland: The Eye Has to Travel.

Q: What is your favorite movie quote?
A: For pure pleasure of repeating it in a funny voice: 'I'll never tell' (said with vibrato).

Q: What is the best movie to watch for a girls night in?
A: For laughs and some very clever inside jokes, Dodgeball: A True Underdog Story. For eye-candy: Anything with [insert male or female actor who you think is a hottie here]. I'll go Daniel Craig or Kevin Bacon. For chick-flick fun: The Sweetest Thing.

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Q: What is the best breakup movie?
A: Practical Magic. It is all about getting rid of the wrong guy and finding the right. That is what break-up should be about.

Q: Who would you want to play you in a movie about your life?
A: I wouldn't mind Sandra Bullock (funny, awkward, silly). I wasn't sure who else would be a good option—I haven't read trashy magazines for a while, I forget who there is—so I did an internet quiz and it suggested Johnny Depp. Mmm. I gender skewed it and got Renee Zellwigger and then Mila Kunis. This isn't working. I'll stay with Sandra.

Q: Which movie star’s closet would you want to raid?
A: It's slightly off the question, but I'd love to have the clothes from both the scenes of clothing montages in 21 Dresses and The Sweetest Thing. But in terms of having someone's closet, I would have to go with Carrie Bradshaw. Especially the movies and the last series. Oh, heaven.

Gabriel Gate cooks a local dish each day on the Tour de France (not mentioned but on in the background). My title is that dish.


The Outfit
Lace Dress: Op-shopped
Jacket: Op-shopped
Skirt: Op-shopped
Shoes: Irregular Choice


Photographer de Jour: V——


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Saturday, June 29, 2013

Day 180: Corsican Crayfish With Linguini

Let's talk bicycles. And let's talk them over the next three weeks. Bicycles and teams and jerseys (especially the white one with pink spots, love the mountains), bicycles and scenery and strategy and controversy, bicycles and allegations and British accents, bicycles and foreign names that roll like haikus off the tongue. Let's talk the Tour de France. And not just any Tour de France. This year is the one hundredth anniversary of the best race on the planet. I am not a sport fan. At all. Ever. I can't understand the point most of the time. What is exciting about a ball game where you can't use your hands? Why on earth make a rule where you can't throw the ball forwards? Cricket? Just why? Same with golf. I have a small number of sports that I do like to watch: ice skating, roller derby, diving, gymnastics and that one where they madly sweep the ice in front of a heavy bottomed pot (it looks like a fun way to do household chores and entertains me for at least seven minutes every winter Olympics). And the Tour. The Tour is watching a travel show with a really exciting ending.

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Last night was the starting stage for 2013. It is beginning on Corsica this year. Porto Vecchio to Bastia; two hundred and thirteen kilometers. And what an insane finish. With ten kilometers to go, a bus came down the finishing strait and got stuck under the finishing gate. They couldn't get it out. As teams with a two hundred and thirteen kilometer plan raced at forty kilometers an hour to the end, they madly tried to get the bus out. Withing minutes they decided the three-kilometer-to-go sign would be the new finish line. Three kilometers makes a lot of difference to a strategy. When they were within three kilometers of that new finish there was a huge pile up of riders. All the major sprint contenders were in the fall. The way was opened to an outsider's chance. And then they got the bus moved. Back to plan A. And the big thighed German sprinter Marcel Kittel from team Argos-Shimano is now in yellow. Of course, then, as you undoubtedly know, the fall and the changed finish line caused another problem. In a fall within three kilometers of the finish, everyone gets the same finish time. (Please don't ask me to explain how the points system works. I stopped studying maths as a university under-grad, I am not adequately qualified to advise.) The fall happened within three kilometers before the finish line was changed back to the original which meant it no longer was. Make sense? They paid it though. There will be talk about this today at water coolers around the world. What a start! Aren't you guys excited?

Gabriel Gate cooks a local dish each day on the tour. My title is that dish.


The Outfit
T-shirt: Gifted
Cape: Hand made by me for climbing the Eureka Tower one year
Pantaloons: As above
Socks: Gifted
Shoes: Rivers


Photographer de Jour: V——


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Friday, June 28, 2013

Day 179: I Want My Blanket!

Twice in my life I have gone to Brad Pitt movies with very little idea of what the film would be about and twice I have been blown away. I think Brad Pitt may be under-rated. The first was Fight Club. The second was the movie we saw last night on our date-night (aka any excuse to go to Gold Class), World War Z. The boy had made the suggestion. I think I had seen either a still or a half second of preview for it and figured it was shoot-em-up, loud and action-y. The boy likes that sort of thing so I said yes, okay. I am pretty happy to watch anything in a recliner with a blanky, while people bring me food and drinks. Spoiler alert! Stop reading now if you don't want to know anything at all about the movie. I won't be giving away too much plot wise, but just in case you want to know nothing. Firstly, I had no idea it was about zombies. We start a little casual pancake-ing for breakfast and a traffic jam with I-spy on the way to what I imagine is work and school, and then BANG! Car crashes, explosions, mass hysteria and fast running, contorting, biting zombies suddenly attack. Within minutes society fails. And it's off. I was jumping in my seat and squeezing the life out of V——'s hand for the next one hundred and sixteen minutes.

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The food and drinks were a bit of a distraction from the edge-of-your-seat (or comfy middle part of the recliner) suspense. Nail-biting, hair-raising, heart-beating, [insert any applicable hyphenated adjective here] suspense of the kind often lacking in most horror movies. Suspense you couldn't guess at or anticipate. This was my first foray into the 'zombie apocalypse' (great phrase that), and I am glad I waited. Of course, it wouldn't be me if I didn't find a couple of plot points inexplicable. Spoiler alert again, but how on earth did Brad and the Isreali army girl manage to be the only two, beside the undead undead person, who survived the airplane crash. And, at the pace that the infection was spreading, mathematically, it seems impossible that the world wasn't completely over-run in the three days that Brad was recovering from his air crash wound. Small complaints in an otherwise really fun (if scary, jumpy, and tense are ways you describe fun) pitting of wits against the witless-but-verocious. Does make me look at Lollii's teeth chomping habit in a whole new way (see the scene at the door of Bay 139 to understand what I mean). Clunk, clunk, clunk.


The Outfit
Shirt: Op-shopped
Jacket: Op-shopped
Skirt: Op-shopped
Shoes: Irregular Choice


Photographer de Jour: Moi


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Thursday, June 27, 2013

Day 178: A Cup Of Ambition

We had a 'date-night' tonight. Photos are shot in the stairwell at the Casino on the way to Gold Class movies. I'll tell you about it tomorrow. In the mean time though, it's Meet Me At Mikes inspired list time again. This week I'm telling you about the jobs I have had in this little life. Here goes:

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On the tick of turning fourteen and nine months, my Dad organised me a job as a checkout chick at Coles. Put it this way, when I started there it was still called Coles New World, it closed at midday or one on a Saturday morning, and you keyed prices from a price sticker on the item onto a 'chi-ching' register and sent the item down the checkout to a packer. Yes, you heard me, someone packed your groceries!

Between hating the first year of badly chosen University subjects and not getting into a fashion course, I got a job (again thanks to my Dad) at K-Mart in the buying office as a Buyer's Assistant. It was where I met B—— and we counted down two years to our European working holiday.

In order to save up for said holiday I had both the jobs above: K-Mart nine-to-five, Coles on Friday night and Saturday and I was now an office clerk there, in the days when penalties still applied and I was worth a small fortune an hour. I also got a job at the Lone Star Cantina (before a conglomerate bought the name out) as a dish-pig, then kitchen hand, then wait staff. Loved that job.

Working overseas I was always a waitress. Three stints over three years in London. Colorado Exchange, Epping Forest; The Dug-Out, Trafalgar Square; Bistro (where Dirty Martinis is now), Covent Garden. Terrible pay, great tips, amazing crazy foreigners and English people as fellow employees.

My desire for design changed from fashion to interior while I was in England. I had grand notions of becoming a mosaic artist. (You getting the impression I don't know what I want to do when I grow up yet?) So when I got back from the UK I got a job in a Paint and a Wallpaper shop in Williamstown. I did a certificate in Interior Design and was responsible, beside normal paint-selling duties, for being the Colour Consultant. So many jobs have a better imagination than reality. This is one. People want colour advice as long as it involves you telling them to paint something in the colour they want but without giving you any information about what they want. As if it was some sort of perverted challenge or game. It's a nightmare. In the shop I was the 'girl' and so I did the wallpaper and the colour. After the first time, and the subsequent swearing session, that no longer extended to coffee making. It's a bit of a 'boy's' industry. Went from Willy to a paint shop in Port Melbourne, got to be a paint matching gun (if I do say so myself) and also did painted finishes for people occasionally.

Radically ninety-degree-turned into travel industry at the swing of the millenium. Another 'dream is better than reality' career move. Another time and place (as in 'planet'), it may have been as dreamy a job as is imagined, but with 9/11, Bali, decline of so many airlines and travel providers and the emergence of the internet as a D.I.Y travel agent it became hard sell, small margins and no perks. The smallest amount of travel I have done in my working life was when I was a travel agent. Although, I did one year make it as far as September with a trip a month (small as any given trip may have been) before completely throwing in the towel in disgust for a completely different reason and becoming a temp. A temp in the travel industry, coming and going, with no monthly targets and ra-ra-ra is probably the ideal way to go—all the fun and less of the hassle.

When I could not stand to speak to one single customer more about how it was not my fault that it rained for an hour on the third day of their honeymoon and I hadn't told them it would, I decided to get a job where I could be nasty to people. I figured Customs ('Bend over Sir, I am afraid I will have to examine you for contraband'; snap of latex glove (except, eeouw, didn't think that through!)) or a Prison Guard or a Tram Driver may do it. I ended up at Police Communications. Theory knocked on the head though because you still have to be nice to people. Often extemely obnoxious people. But you don't feel a personal responsibility for them like you did with travel and colour consulting and painted finishes. Still here. Love/hate. Worst pattern of sleep and non-sleep in the universe, which is probably killing all of us. But I work with the strangest and most fabulous people and it is never, ever, ever dull.


The Outfit
Jumper: Op-shopped
Trench: Op-shopped
Skirt: Op-shopped
Tights: Retail
Scarf: Op-shopped
Boots: Irregular Choice


Photographer de Jour: V——


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Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Day 177: Don't Talk Politics

I promised you a rant. And a rant you shall have. Australians, you are suprisingly stupid, mysogynistic, bigoted and backward. Too harsh? I'm not going to apologise. This post is my opinion on a plate. Take it or leave it. Of course, exceptions, rules, all that sort of thing. But on this day when politics forces itself into my head unwanted, I have to say I am ashamed to be Australian. Regardless of your political bent, doesn't any civilised society recognise the landmark achievement it is to become a country's first female Prime Minister or whatever style of head of State you have. This is no mean feat. Anyone who thinks equality exists is deluded. And yes, politicians, to throw some more generalisation around, tell lies and spin spin and don't always do what they say they are going to. Name me one who didn't or doesn't. I dare you. She may have made mistakes, but all I can say is, Julia Gillard, I admire you. You never showed an impatience or anger (the Misogynist Speech excepted) against the morons whose only, real, deep down criticism of you, clouded as they all were in bulls#!^ rhetoric, was that you were a woman. You were always the eloquent one, no ums and ahs, and for the most part you actually gave an answer. Sorry (and I will apologise for this) to fling dirt the other way, but I don't ever recall a non-staccato, actually addressing the question, response from Abbott. And if you need further ammunition regarding our national stupidity, again without political conviction, just personal, take a good hard look at this person who is the two party preferred Prime Minister. People! What the hell are you thinking. Just google the Misogynist Speech again and have a good hard think about this. I just did, and it made me cry.

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Can you give me a male equivalent of a leader of nations whose media criticism focused so often on what they wore, on what they did in her personal time (the knitting fiasco this last week or so for example), on the sexuality and preferences of life partners and on the implicit 'right-ing' of derogatory and outrageous statements and comments made about her that media frenzy allows? Shame Australia, shame political opponents (on both sides of the bench), shame media, shame all who used her womenhood as a measure for her worth. my actual political stand is a lifetime-back idealistic communist who avoids politics like she avoids doing her tax. But I'm all for voting for the person with the best policies regardless of what party they belong to. I can't even remember people talking about policy for months, if not years. (Doesn't help that I avoid the news of course.) It's always about negativity and criticism and blame. Politics makes me sick. There is no 'people' in politics. It's all about winning. I think politics lost even more credibility today. Shame. Julia, you'll be fine. In time you'll get more credit than ever you recieved in the last few years. I hope now you can move away from the spotlight that battered down on you and which you stood up against with grace, honour, amiability and intelligence. We will be a sadder nation without you. It's just such a shame that, in revealing our bigotry, we were a sad nation with you too.

P.S: Seems ironic to wear an apron and ball gown today.


The Outfit
Dress: Retail, can't recall where from
Cardigan: Op-shopped
Apron: Op-shopped
Necklace: Beadshop at Highpoint (Knifepoint)
Shoes: Irregular Choice


Photographer de Jour: Moi


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Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Day 176: A Big, Tall Glass of White Whine

I'm doing a two post session today, mainly because I keep falling asleep on the couch. I wonder if I have narcolepsy. But this is fair warning: yesterday/today's is a whine, today/tomorrow's is a rant. Stop reading now, have a quick look at the pictures and move on if neither of those things seem worth pursuing. And to make it worse, the whine today is a sparklingly white one. (White whine: according to Urban Dictionary, is a complaint made by an overprivileged white person). The boy has been shopping again. I got home one night to an electric throw blanket and the next to a second panel heater for the lounge room. The former is warm fluffiness with a plug. I spent the evening dozing to the sound of Finch's 'Mr Reese, what is happening?', and 'Mr Reese, what are you doing?'. And Reese's calm return monotone: 'Finch, I think I have found our victim/perpetrator/perp who is actually a victim (or a perp who was a victim of the victim last time he was a perp)', or, 'Finch, she just became his next target, and he just became mine', or, 'Finch, I think they'll all wake up with a collective headache in the morning, you better organise a bottle of aspirin with the petty cash'. And then because I had slept so long on the couch, there was no blogging and I had to get up and take the electric throw rug to bed and fall asleep again. It's hard.

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The next day, with two panel heaters running, the lounge developed a warming fug that lowered my eyelids and sent me to sleep just as Hannibal was starting (damn: anyone have it on a disc, I keep missing my stunningly architectural and visual cornucopia of depravity). Poor Lollii. I had just let her out into the kitchen where, a few days ago, I could see my breath as I cooked, to have her dinner. I then promptly fell asleep for about five hours and she just had to wait until I opened the door again. Hopefully she took a spell under B——'s bed. Bad mummy, bad mummy! It's even made it a little more bearable to open the study door and write in here. I have no scarf or hat or jacket on right now! The only downside is it makes a fine balancing act of what you can have on, appliance wise, at any given time. We already know you cant do any two of boiling the kettle, toasting or using the microwave without setting off that circuit. Now you can't have light, heat and ironing, for example, all at the same time. Not without several walks to the fuse box. So, see? I am so warm and rested I can't enjoy my leisure time consciously. Like I said, hard, just hard.


The Outfit
Dressing 'Chambray' for the Trend Link Up
Shirt: Op-shopped
Cardigan: Op-shopped
Skirt: Op-shopped
Belt: Retail
Necklace: Myers
Shoes: Alberto Piazza discount store


Photographer de Jour: Moi


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Monday, June 24, 2013

Day 175: The Pointy End of The Stick

What, with the supermoon pulling at our personal tides, and weigh-in day being the same day as what I have recently termed 'Shi(f)t Day', I didn't even bother going into the same room as the scales. With common recurrence, the last day of my days off are becoming a serious day of the blues. Irrational meltdowns, sob-for-no-reason type of blues. I don't hate my job as such. I hate the alarm going at five am. But I just feel that my job gets in the way of actually doing things I would rather be doing. And when I am not at work, my sleeping is so upside down because of it that I get in a faffle and don't do anything anyway. And then, when you're feeling 'sensitive', it's a bit difficult to work out what it is you actually want to 'do' anyway. So it all feels a bit pointless. Anyone know what the point is?

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That is a dangerous question to ask. Thanks all the same, but a religious answer won't really do it for me. I'm happy with a grow-breed-die answer—but it's not cheery or liable to help me feel pointed (especially seeing as I missed, not regretably for me, the whole breed step). I am usually happy with the 'it's all absurd' answer, but not when I am feeling pointless because absurdity doesn't help that. It's a 'two vagues don't make a point' kind of thing. And knowing that no-one else's lives are pointy isn't making me feel any better. Some people have points. Or seem to. Don't they? On second thoughts, leave it. I don't want to have to delve too philosophically deep into my psyche at the moment. I'll just go back and see if I have any more Candy Crush Saga lives yet.


The Outfit
Dress: Modcloth
Cardigan: Op-shopped
Leggings: Black Milk
Necklace: CCJJSS
Shoes: Irregular Choice


Photographer de Jour: V——


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Sunday, June 23, 2013

Day 174: Every Closet Needs a Cape

Q: What is your favourite store to shop at?
A: Savers. Probably Savers. While I love a little independent op/thrift shop/store, Savers is a guarantee you'll find something. A whole trolley-full of something. Cannot wait until July 15th. I'm going to Savers. Eeek! The squeal of supressed joy.

Q: If you could afford anything and everything, which designer brand would you covet?
A: Vintage Alexander McQueen, Vivian Westwood, Anna Sui. Oh, did you ask for just one? But can't I have anything and everything?

Q: Must have closet staple?
A: By the evidence in my closet, I would have to say, somehow and subconsciously, capes.

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Q: Favourite kind of shoes? (Brand or Type)
A: Irregular Choice. I am a hussy for them. I keep trying to try other shoe companies, but I keep coming back. There is nothing else like them. (P.S: Dear Irregular Choice, I would be honoured to choose three free pairs from your upcoming A/W season in return for shamelessly plugging of you all the time. I do it because I like you. But I won't say no. Just waiting for your email. Waiting. Checking. Waiting. Humming.)

Q: Best clothing deal you have ever gotten? (Sale or amazing find)
A: I think it will come when I go thrifting later in the year in the States. I can feel it in my waters.

Q: Style you'd love to try?
A: I'd like to try them all. I'm trying to work out what mine is. I'm not sure. If my 'What's my Style' board on Pinterest is anything to go by, my coveted style is skinny. Mmm. And boofy. Time to give up the chocolate biscuits. Again.


The Outfit
Shirt: Target
Cape: Op-shopped
Skirt: Op-shopped
Tights: Retail
Brooch: Hand made and gifted from my bestie
Shoes: Irregular Choice


Photographer de Jour: Moi


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Saturday, June 22, 2013

Day 173: How Irene And I Go to Bed: How We Wake Up

The Appliance I am Enamoured With:

This old blogging malarky, as you all know, takes an awfully long time, every day, to do. Especially if the selfie is involved. This is how idea-to-blog goes down in my house. 1: Lie in bed night before thinking of outfit. 2: Get dressed for shoot. 3: Phaff with details. 4: Set up chair, camera and tripod. 5: Stand for ages in front of timer function with face recognition, making staccato moves to try and get camera to shoot. 6: Check photos. 7: More standing. 8: More checking. 9: More standing. 10: Load the SD card in the computer. 11: Copy pictures onto hard-drive. 12: Use photo program to put them up the right way. 13: Choose photos. 14: Bluetooth them to phone. 15: One. 16: At. 17: A. 18: Time. 18.1: Yikes. 19: Choose photos, via process of elimination, to go onto the Diptic app to make the collage. 20: Send the collage through the Blogger app to Blogger. 21: Write blog. 22: Facebook it. 23: Pinterest it. 24: Twit it. 25: Link up with daily sites. 26: Leave comments. 27: Look at heaps of other blogs that are also linked up. Today I was given, by the maddest and kindest boy in the universe, a Samsung Galaxy Camera. Steps one to four are still a given. Five is now a matter of yelling 'shoot', 'cheese', 'capture' or 'smile' at the camera and it takes the photo (miracle). Six through nine is somewhat lessened depending on how accurately I guage where to stand and how quickly I close my mouth after yelling at the camera. But here is the important part. Steps ten to twenty are now all done on the camera: open diptic, choose photos to make the collages, open Blogger app and send to Blogger. Done. I am enamoured with my new Samsung Galaxy Camera. The only bad things is it has reduced my Samsang Galaxy S3 to a mere phone.

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The Appliance I Both Abhor and Cannot Do Without:

It is nothing really to do with the appliance, but rather that my room is too large and my doors too necessary to open at times. I am, of course talking about my heater. It is an energy-efficient panel heater. It radiates rather than blowing. And it is very dependent on being in a room that is small enough for it to heat. It isn't. If you leave the room and then come back it feels toasty. But after you sit on the couch for a little bit that illusion fades. And then there is Lollii. I think she just has something against the concept of a closed door. She opens it. Then comes back in again content. With all the freezing cold air from the rest of the house. I have to disembowel myself from the cocoon of blankets and covers I have built on the couch to either close the door again for her to open again, or kick her into the coldness until the guilt gets me. I'd get another one—heater, not Lollii—but I don't think the rickety electrics in this house can cope with one more appliance. I'd get a gas replacement but it means two unpleasant things: doing my tax, and, having someone making a mess in my house. Oh, the hardships of the first world. I will keep myself warm with the large screen of my Samsung Galaxy Camera.


My Outfit
Thermal Top: Target
Flannelette PJ's: Target
Thermal Leggings: Target
Hat: Gifted
Scarf: Hand made and gifted
Gloves: Market at Deakin University
Socks: From an overnight flight package (when they used to do that)
Blanket: Gifted


Irene's Outfit
Nightgown: Barkins


Photographer de Jour: Moi


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Friday, June 21, 2013

Day 172: Oppan Packing Style

For V—— and P.S——.* and anyone else who thinks my advice regarding what to pack for a long-distance walking holiday is worth at least twenty-five cents or three minutes of your time.

*P.S——, you can ignore 'Software', although a silk liner is great for extra warmth or dodgy sheets in a B&B.

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Hardware:

Hiking Boots
Sandals/Thongs for walking about town

Walking Poles

Backpack
Small pack for around town when needed
Rain cover for backpack
Inner water proof bag for backpack
Bum bag for items to which you need access
Waterproof map cover

Softwear:

Sleeping Mat
Sleeping Bag
Bivvy Bag
Silk Liner

Outer Wear:

Raincoat
Merino Jacket
Scarf
Hat
Gloves
Gaiters
Sunglasses

Inner Wear:

Two tops
Two pairs shorts
One pair long trousers
One pair merino leggings
One merino thermal top
One pair pj's that can function at a push as a top
Underwear:

Five pairs undies (ones that dry quickly)
Five pairs wool socks

Luxuries:

Camera
Camera charger
iPod
iPad with Kindle App
iPod/iPad charger
Converter plug
Cloud Collecting Handbook**
Notebook
Pencil
Scissors
Glue
String

Necessaries:

Toothpaste
Toothbrush
Sponge
Soap
Tiny Shampoo***
Tiny Conditioner***
Moisturiser with SPF^
Avon Skin So Soft (for the midges)^^
Bug Spray for the other bugs
Antihistamine cream for horse-fly bites
Hayfever pills, eye drops and nose spray^^^
Band-Aids
Bandage
Headache Tablets
See-thru plastic bags
Tweezers
Nail file
Nail clippers


** Essential. Otherwise how can you recall which clouds you have seen (aka collected) and which you haven't.

*** If you are staying in B&B's they'll often have this anyway so you can use theirs and top up yours when needed. I didn't advocate that.

^ The English sun is no competitor to the Australian, I use this as sunscreen and moisturiser. But if you don't re-apply you will get burnt at first.

^^ See Aunty Di.

^^^ If you get hayfever at home, the hayfever you get here is like torture to a bumped knee.


The Outfit
Singlet: Target
T-shirt: Thailand shop (the envy of my nephews—I wish I had known!)
Cardigan: Op-shopped
Skress: Op-shopped
Shoes: Dr Martens


Photographer de Jour: Moi


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Thursday, June 20, 2013

Day 171: Oh For The Love Of Lists

Inspired by a childhood memory of reading lists, Pip Lincolne, ex of the shop, current of the blog, Meet me at Mikes started a fifty-two week list project at the beginning of this year. I have decided to make Thursdays list day. Even if I am starting a little late. This weeks list is 'Suburbs I Have Lived In', so here goes:

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Kempton Park, Jo'burg: two fences; watching a Concorde fly over; a swan (or was it a large white duck) living on the unfinished pool; odd things happening in the night with an injured man and the police (familiar story?); a kidney behind the couch.

Bryanston, Jo'burg: swimming pool and trampoline; cat without a meow behind decorative grates; throwing oranges up in the air until they split then sucking all the juice out; roller skates missing for many years; silk worms in shoe boxes.

Lower Templestowe, Melbourne: roller skating down the drive at speed until you hit the back wall of the garage, or the shin-bending grass; gate into the park; the smell of burnt chocolate and orange Prima.

Chelsea Heights, Melbourne: (forgot) learning all the words to three albums of olden goldies on the trampoline; circumnavigating the wetlands to get anywhere else; Hey Hey It's Saturday Morning the first time around; removable fly-screens.

Beaumaris, Melbourne: swing doors to the kitchen; Mars Bars on the night after shopping; large back deck with shade from a vine with purple flowers and budgie cages; the dramas of teenage hood; swatting a blow-fly and then not finding it again until I drank my coffee.

Loughton, Queens Park and Maida Vale, London: three different stays on a working holiday in the UK; cows in the Main Street; roller skating in the kitchen; Tarot Cards; living with forty-two other people; local libraries.

East St Kilda, Melbourne: one happy house; one unhappy house; the sensational Bodhi.

East Bentleigh, Melbourne: bonding with my sister; Bodhi eating a jar of Parmesan cheese and having bad breath for a week; smuggling Bodhi in when I had custody and his affair with the neighbour's cat; getting told off by the police for bill-posting about our garage sale.

Port Melbourne, Melbourne: a long, long time in a rickety old house with character, love and an awful lot of stuff and memories.


The Outfit
Dress: Metallicus
Trench: Op-shopped and then gifted to me
Tutu: Retail
Belt: Retail
Shoes: Irregular Choice


Photographer de Jour: V——, but I promise not to ask him again because I am always unreasonable and he doesn't deserve it.


Who wore it better?

Doing the link-in love-in today with: