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Day 223: I Could Design a House

It is officially getting worse. I think I got down to only three or four days behind, but now I am writing last week's Sunday Social while people post this week's. I am sitting on this computer until I have caught up, or the i-Pad pings for new Candy Crush lives—whichever happens first.

Q: When you were little what did you want to be when you grew up?
A: I once came to my parents on a Sunday morning to say I had a huge project due at school the next day which I had somehow failed to advise them of until then. It was an autobiography of the ten odd years of my life so far. We spent that whole day doing it, me, my mum and my dad printing photographs in a makeshift bathroom-darkroom. In the end I think my mum did some of the writing and I think it was her that put down that I wanted to be a nurse. I know she did and her dad had talked her out of it. Personally, in retrospect, there is nothing I could imagine, with only a little effort, because there actually would be, that'd be worse. When I consciously began to think of things I would like to be, I did it methodically by going alphabetically through the career guidance handbook. I never got beyond 'a', wanting to be either an archeologist or an architect. There is a little part of me that still regrets not doing the last. I think I would have been ace.

Q: What was your favorite way to kill time as a kid?
A: Playing in the pool, the trampoline and the two ginormous trees we had in our back yard; reading; terrifying the cats by dressing them up in dolls clothes; making treasure maps and making them look old by burning their edges; roller skating; getting together with the cousins and secretly eating chocolate dipped in condensed milk—as if one of those things was not enough all on its own.

List_Addict               Irene

Q: When did you get your first cell phone?
A: I got it very late in the game and I was mad as a snake. Which made me a true ingrate because it was given as a present. I just really didn't want one. If any one can give me any evidence to the contrary I will consider it, but I think mobile phones have made us more stupid, more careless, less engaged and more inclined to take less responsibilty. It would take me a year to explain all that so I will leave it at 'just my theory'. It would have been about 2004. Of course I like my smart phone for everything else it does, but it is not as good as my Samsung Galaxy Camera—it just can text things and take inferior pictures.

Q: What is your favorite magazine to read?
A: I squizzy at ones left lying around at work just to see, occasionally, if Angelina and Brad are still together or getting married, to see if Jennifer Aniston has found a daddy for her baby or to see who has radically put on weight or who has lost it. But if I were to buy a magazine, which happens very rarely, it would be the high end: Vogue, Marie Claire, Harper's Bazaar or World of Interiors. It is at least two years since I did buy one though. That is what waiting rooms are for.

Q: What is the one random object people would be surprised to find in your purse?
A: By purse I am guessing you mean bag. For me purse is the smaller entity with just the cards and money and coins. In there the most random things would be a book of stamps which are at least three stamp price-rises old and a tatty list of books to buy if I ever happen to come across them in op/thrift shops/stores (which I never will because, one, I never look at the books, and two, second hand books freak me out a tad: they smell funny to someone with a really bad sense of smell, which is saying something!). In my bag there will be no surprises because it usually only has my purse in it.


The Outfit
Shirt: Op-shopped
Pants: Op-shopped
Belt: Op-shopped
Necklace: Lovisa
Shoes: Irregular Choice 'Patty'


Photographer de Jour: V——


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  1. Wow you look awesome today.

    I must be very tired because I actually thought the second question asked 'what is your favorite way to kill a kid?' I read on to find out.

    Dxx

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  3. A friend at uni once asserted that everyone at some point has aspired to be an architect. 20 years later, her assertion continues to hold.

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