Waiting room saga

This Christmas I woke up with the flu. The following day my parents left for a week and I am still as disgusting as I was 3 days ago and I want my mum. Not only can I not breathe through my nose, I keep coughing up parts of my lung and I am stuck in a waiting room of a walk in doctors clinic with 12 other people and that's not including the 8 children. thanks very much to my gp and all other private doctors in my area for being on holidays! What takes doctors so long anyway? I have this image of us all getting one persons illness and its actually the zombie virus and we all kill and eat each other, that or the crazy guy in the corner will shoot us all either way I think I'll die here before I'm seen. I wouldn't be here if my stupid work didn't need a medical certificate for everyday that someone was away, which I think is the dumbest rule most places it if you've been away more than a day then go get one but no my company has to have a great big stick up its ass and make my life a living hell. Less than a month till I'm out of that place and I'll be in new York. Fuck I can't wait. Maybe I'll pretend to faint or vomit and force a blood nose to get seen quicker! Ffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuu

I wish I could storm the net a porter site for a bargain today, but I'm so broke I could cry. I am also so sick I can't even see straight god damn. Below is a pic of the Thomas sabo and sue sensi bracelet and charm my sister got me for christmas so spoiled!

The merriest Christmas to you. This year has been a big one and I have been absent from here for most of it but I'm back now so suck it. Working full time and being a professional lazy shit means this year has been very productive. I again, have spent way too much money on pointless crap just cos I can, I haven't worked to have a body like miranda kerrs, I haven't applied to go back to school and I'm not going to Europe. I have however worked my ass off at my job, found someone pretty spectacular, booked a trip to new York, have a pretty saving account and had the best time doing it, no regrets at all. Next year will be another big career chasing one maybe I will go to school or maybe I'll stay in new York I still don't know but i do know I can't wait!

Hope you all have a very safe and happy break with your families or loves ones

See you on the other side xox

I made soup today.

broccoli, tomatoes, chickpeas, corn, cauliflower, zucchini, chili. The healthiest soup you will ever eat. Organic, gluten and dairy free. GET IN ME.

Today i woke up at 6:45am thinking i had to go to work and then remembered I'm on holidays. It was not only bliss but one of the best feelings I have had in a while. To top it off my new black dress from Princess Polly arrived and looks like a dream.

Now, and I hope that this makes you really jealous, I'm sitting on my bed with the sun shinning on me watching Greys Anatomy reading about spring fashion week.

Last night I met the ladies for strawberry cider and pizza and realized, after an hour of bitching and chain smoking, I can not be fucked going to effing work tomorrow. But I went to sleep and woke up at 6:45, as I do every other day, and got dressed. Then came along a blessing in disguise. A horrific blood nose made me look like a gun shot patient but this was my way out of spending another day stuck in an office wanting to put my head through my computer screen. Of course, I had to get a medical certificate to say I was legitimatley 'unfit' to be at work today, but when I came home from the doctor it was only 9:30am so I made some eggs and got a blankie and sat on my couch. Next thing I know I had fallen asleep and it 12pm.

It is so warm an sunny outside, it is what should be a perfect spring day. Its the dead of winter. Today was made for me to be at home on my balcony updating my blog, getting my fresh air, eating a lemonade icy pole and wearing my hair in the perfect fishtail braid. Today is just good.

a few of my favorite fashion sketches

Fawkes (Dumbledore's phoenix) - Guy Fawkes was an English Catholic who, in 1605, tried to blow up the House of Parliament as an act of rebellion against the new Protestant government. In England, November 5th is now known as "Guy Fawkes Day" (or "Bonfire Night") where Guy Fawkes is burned in effigy. Every year he is resurrected to burn again. It can also be noted that he is known as one of the most infamous traitors in English history.

In a mood.

Not THE mood you sicko. This entry is not fashion related so click away now if you can't handle that. 

Work. For a good 2 months there I worked my little (now massive) ass off at 2 jobs, everyday I would have to say "no I'm sorry I can't work another 5 hours, thats illegal" Both companies wanted me, and now no one does. I know its only been a week of going to bed at whatever hour, waking up whenever I want and watching bad tv all day long, but seriously I'm not the type of person that can do this all the time. I NEED to work. I know that this, as my co workers like to say "hiatus", won't last, and you're damn right I'm feeling sorry for myself, but I don't care because I'm in a funk. 

More importantly, this little "holiday" I am on, means I don't get paid. From the moment I could, I got a job and paid for myself, my phone bill, clothes, shoe addiction and whatever the hell else I wanted to do but now... I cant. 

Trust me dear reader I'm thinking the same thing as you "SHUSH, YOU'RE NOT DYING NOR ARE YOU PROVIDING FOR YOUR HUNGRY 3 CHILDREN" Half of my conscience is judging me too and please don't hate me for this post but not being able to do, not being able to be productive, wasting my day and not being motivated enough to even work out is driving me freaking nuts! 

FIN.

Quest for the perfect dress

After being at work for a million days straight (and I'm not exaggerating!!) I had been lusting after a summer dress, a flowy, pretty yet cool summer dress. One that I can wear to the beach,to shopping to drinks and be seriously comfortable in. 

Working at David Jones as you can understand my options are infinite, so during my shifts while styling customers I was pretty much shopping. Have I mentioned that I love my job? Anyway I tried on dress after dress after dress, however One Teaspoon, Bec & Bridge, Maurie and Eve, Sass&Bide and somehow even Zimmermann let me down. Not knowing what I should really do, because apart from my time at DJ's I don't really get to shop anywhere else, I would have to put off the ESSENTIAL summer dress until mid Jan when I had some time off. This thought was a little painful, I had new years coming up, birthdays sooooooo 

many birthdays, festivals, markets and beaches to attend and I did not have it :( Sitting at my counter I happened to look to the right hoping that something would just come at me, and it did. It was THE summer dress and why the hell had I not seen it before? Collette by Collette Dinnigan was in the middle of Zimmerman and Goot so very hard to miss! But I saw it and I HAD to have it. 

Now, I know what you're thinking that might be a bit pricy but thank the lord for trusty mark downs and a discount I got that dress at a price you would think was illegal. This dress exceeds all levels of comfort, it feels like I'm hardly wearing anything at all, and I know that living in Melbourne the weather is crap, but when its hot, boy is it hot! This dress has got the flowy factor so I can at least breathe, Its casual enough to just put over my sandy wet bikini and walk to the fish and chip shop in on a beach day but also dressy enough to pair with strappy heels an up do and loads of jewelry for a cocktail in the city. It also has an empire line, and honestly thats just a friggin bonus! 

So that was my quest for the perfect summer dress and this should be the criteria for when you buy yours! Even if it is a maxi (mine isn't, its just on the knee) make sure you can wear it a million ways and you feel like a dream because its so comfortable. God knows that during summer the last thing we want is to feel like shit because of our out fit when we're out (less confidence is a no no in summer). Make the dress and investment piece that you know will last you at the very least 2 summers, this way you can splurge a little and buy something (maybe designer) that is also coveted but the general population. 

Happy summer everybody! xox

I posted this on my other blog but had to post it here as well because I really do love these pieces and the whole world should know, so that hopefully someone from Sweden will buy them for me.

I LIVE IN AUS BUT ITS FREE SHIPPING TO SWEDEN...but then id have to pay to send them here FUCK. My point is I want them so buy them for me.

Good. 

I love to put cheese shavings over my hot pasta because they look like they're going crazy from melting. 

I feel a little like Carrie when she goes to paris, just making a split decision to pack up and leave just because she can. This year I said to everyone, more importantly myself, that I was going to work on my writing folio and I think this is the best thing that I can do for it. Even though I'm moving back to my old job that I loathed with every fiber of my being, the money is some what amazing so I will have enough to hopefully buy my first piece of Chanel. 

Im reading about Portugal and I feel like crying it sounds so beautiful, listen to this... "Village-life gossip in old Alfama is exchanged at the public baths or over fresh bread and wine at tiny patio restaurants as fadistas... perform in the background."

I had a moment the other day....

After a really crapola night of fighting, lots of drinking, and petty bullshit, I woke up the next day feeling pretty much like a fat cow that had been shit on by a rhino stranded in the middle of nowhere, all by myself. I lay in bed till well into the afternoon contemplating where the hell I should go from here, what do I do and how do I make everything better. The best, and only solution, is to leave, so I am. 

September ... IM GOING TO EUROPE! 

Italy, France, Greece, Portugal, Spain, Austria, London, Amsterdam 

3 months of travel, to write, see, eat, buy, drink, party and finally do something that I want to do. Something that is for me only, I'm not thinking about other people and how they feel because fuck knows I have done that for too long. 

I cant wait to wake up in Rome and walk through the gypsy markets. Have a coffee, read Italian Vogue while having a cigarette in the sun. I cant wait to go back to the vatican city, to catch the train and see Milan, shop in my sky high heels because unlike Melbourne its socially unacceptable NOT to wear heels.  Visit the beach in Naples and eat fresh seafood plater and antipasto in Sicily. Then I will take the Eurostar to Paris and sit in front of the the Eiffel tower for hours and read.  Walk through the streets of Paris, find vintage boutiques and the most amazing gems. Then I will go into Chanel and feel completely content to just die right then and there. I'll eat snails, and find a beautiful french boyfriend that I can have every time I go back. 

I will lie on a beach in Santorini, smoke a joint in Amsterdam, cry in Austria, kick the queen in London, have dinner with Ronaldo in Portugal then come home and not speak a word of english. 

I'm just a tad excited. 

p.s when I'm in London I'' change my blog name to Ionlyliveinlondonforthetimebeing :)