(However, living where I do, where there is a whole lot of nuthin,
you are able to watch some awesome storms roll on in...like this)
pic: Colin J Clarke
peacin' out xx
Thursday, January 29, 2009
I HATE the colour red...
... mainly because it represents heavy rain on the weather satellite picture, and the top half of Australia is very red!!!! I generally love rain, I'm a big fan, but not so much when I am trying to get to the other side of the country and all my escape routes are cut off due to many of our nearby bridges having been built without the 'Kimberley wet season' taken into proper consideration. Twelve loooong weeks in HC has been enough this time round...I need to get out!!! Come Saturday, I will try my hardest to do just that, we might even have to chill by the river side and literally watch and wait for flooding to go down. I have three separate flights booked in the very near future (including my much anticipated trip to Vanuatu with my 3 favourites girls), I would be extremely angry if I had to cancel them, like EXTREMELY angry!!!!!
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
True Love
"I don't care if she is a tape dispenser. I love her."
Have a rad weekend! xx
pic via icanread.tumblr.com
Let's make some music, make some money, find some models for wives (or husbands).
Yay! Only 10 more days and I'm back in the real world, starting with Darwin and a few days chilling with my family before I head back to NSW. After 12 weeks in isolation, due to my family relocating to the East Kimberley(I think this may be the 5th time, I still call this place home)my uni break is almost over but I have never wanted to leave quite so much before. I'm going to miss my family like a CRAZY person but I am so excited to go back. Apart from the major excitement I have planned for the next few weeks (Darwin, Vanuatu, Sydney, Good vibes), I am really looking forward to moving into the new place that I am sharing with some of my best friends back home and setting it all up and making it all pretty. Though, returning to NSW also means that I have to go back to working at Cotton On and my temporary disposable income that I had here will cease to exist (jobs pay well here). I am actually looking forward to starting up my studies (so weird) again and believe it or not i'm missing my uni town's weather, a cold, cold winter is looking pretty good right about now, (I am soooo over the constant 40 degree heat). AND I get to see ALL my friends and catch up and I'm also guessing a little housewarming party could be in the foreseeable future. There could actually be some things worth writting about!!!
peace x
Blog title from 'Time to Pretend' by MGMT...awesome song btw ~ pic from we heart it
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Inspiration: mary-kate olsen (again)
cutest dress EVER.
I love every accessory mk wears
love, love, LOVE this girl (and her sister, but more her)!
peace x
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
8 Loves
8 things that I absolutely LOOOVE right now...and possibly forever....
the colour purrrple.
This picture. ^
pretty braids and plaits
andy warhol and his works of art
trees- they are very photogenic.
this dress ^
twinkly lights
people that oooooze confidence :)
peace x
Monday, January 19, 2009
The Meantime Boy.
I found this on this blog and it pretty much exactly describes the relationship I have with one of my best friends. I read it and kept going 'oh my gosh, this is sooo us!'. And its kind of shed some much needed light on the situation too... :)
But that doesn’t mean these signs of breeding are alien to him (it’s just that around you, he can slip up and live to see the next day). More often than not, he’s one of those dudes on top of the food chain. Why else wouldn’t you mind having him confused as a boyfriend? And the mere fact that he doesn’t mind (well, not really) being seen with you says he sees you being in that level too - especially if he has to contend with the are-you-guys-together interrogation as well.
And admit it, the pestering questions from well-meaning people are well-founded. You’ve both acquired the mannerisms of an old couple - there are no awkward silences, no trite comments, no hesitations. Physical intimacy can stretch from holding hands to cross the street to a prolonged embrace when one of you feels bad. It’s true, you’re around each other when life’s vicissitudes erupt. He’ll be the first person at your doorstep, maybe even getting there before you do, because you told him you were just fine (wonderful, could’t be better) - and he recognized the devastation in your voice . And you, you don’t even need to say how proud you are of him (how awkward can that be!)- you knew, you believed in him way before he did.
Where your relationship is is where other couple’s relationships should be - given fifteen years or so. Only you’ve had this chemistry too soon, way before either one of you will ever recognize just how irreplaceable it is. It was never the result of time, negotiation or compromise. It’s just one of those things that came too easily, so naturally it’s laughable to call it precious (it’s so many other things - just NOT that word). It’s like telling a piano prodigy to practice when he can play Mozart’s Symphony in E Minor after one listening. Just plain absurd.
But admit it, being around this Meantime Boy has given you an inkling of what it would feel like to be with The One. What you feel when you’re with him - how secure, how profound or how silly you both can be - these are the stuff you need in lifelong commitments! Think about it. He’s probably seen you sweat it out on the track (thus disproving the myth that girls don’t sweat), just as much as you’ve seen him develop one too many love handles. Not even for charity will you ever HAVE TO take it easy on him in the court. He’s had one too many fashion faux pas for his own good, mispronounced so many words you’ve lost count and he probably farts in front of you. On the other hand, he’s seen you have bed head, trip on your feet, and cry like a baby when John Kofi gets the chair. Almost perfect, isn’t it? Just add mad, incredible passion (the one missing ingredient) to this comfortable stew and you’ve got something so rare it will leave you breathless.
So the truth is Meantime Girl, there is a reason for this meantime-ness… and you better have the good sense to know it’s not to wait for him to snap out of his immaturity (or for you to make the first move-neva!). He’s your Meantime Boy because you need to learn from him what truly ennabling relationships are - and not to confuse that with those that are disguisingly constricting. He’s around because you need to recognize the primacy of friendship (that’s why FRIEND is the bigger word in GIRLFRIEND). He’s there because you need to believe that you can be seen as a thinking human being - and not the commodity so closely associated with your gender.
The Meantime Boy grants you the liberty to love - because while he is an accomodating recipient of your affections, he silently gives way when someone else steps into your life. He gives you THAT look, the don’t-you-dare-fall-in-love-with-me Care Bear Stare whenever your get your ends all mixed up. Don’t despair and take heed: his very indifference is his gift to you.
By being oblivious to your adoration, he sets you free to be someone else’s forever. And when this man, this god, finally arrives to sweep you off your feet, he’ll marvel at the perfect jewel you are: how you never begrudge Sunday Night Football, how you confidently possess your own mind and project the very essence of graciousness. And why wouldn’t you be? You’ve had years of practice.
The Meantime Boy
He enters your living room without hesitation because he knows he’s always welcome there. You can never completely get angry with him because you’ll forgive him anyway (why expend the energy on that?) There’s no real pressure to look good for him, or to domesticate yourself, because hell, he probably cooks better than you do. you don’t get disappointed when he doesn’t open the door for you, or perform any of the perfunctory genteel mannerisms frequently assigned to a “gentleman” (ergo, a prospect). if he sees you as a buddy, then you really don’t quite see him as a “man”… much more the “gentle” kind.
But that doesn’t mean these signs of breeding are alien to him (it’s just that around you, he can slip up and live to see the next day). More often than not, he’s one of those dudes on top of the food chain. Why else wouldn’t you mind having him confused as a boyfriend? And the mere fact that he doesn’t mind (well, not really) being seen with you says he sees you being in that level too - especially if he has to contend with the are-you-guys-together interrogation as well.
And admit it, the pestering questions from well-meaning people are well-founded. You’ve both acquired the mannerisms of an old couple - there are no awkward silences, no trite comments, no hesitations. Physical intimacy can stretch from holding hands to cross the street to a prolonged embrace when one of you feels bad. It’s true, you’re around each other when life’s vicissitudes erupt. He’ll be the first person at your doorstep, maybe even getting there before you do, because you told him you were just fine (wonderful, could’t be better) - and he recognized the devastation in your voice . And you, you don’t even need to say how proud you are of him (how awkward can that be!)- you knew, you believed in him way before he did.
Where your relationship is is where other couple’s relationships should be - given fifteen years or so. Only you’ve had this chemistry too soon, way before either one of you will ever recognize just how irreplaceable it is. It was never the result of time, negotiation or compromise. It’s just one of those things that came too easily, so naturally it’s laughable to call it precious (it’s so many other things - just NOT that word). It’s like telling a piano prodigy to practice when he can play Mozart’s Symphony in E Minor after one listening. Just plain absurd.
But admit it, being around this Meantime Boy has given you an inkling of what it would feel like to be with The One. What you feel when you’re with him - how secure, how profound or how silly you both can be - these are the stuff you need in lifelong commitments! Think about it. He’s probably seen you sweat it out on the track (thus disproving the myth that girls don’t sweat), just as much as you’ve seen him develop one too many love handles. Not even for charity will you ever HAVE TO take it easy on him in the court. He’s had one too many fashion faux pas for his own good, mispronounced so many words you’ve lost count and he probably farts in front of you. On the other hand, he’s seen you have bed head, trip on your feet, and cry like a baby when John Kofi gets the chair. Almost perfect, isn’t it? Just add mad, incredible passion (the one missing ingredient) to this comfortable stew and you’ve got something so rare it will leave you breathless.
So the truth is Meantime Girl, there is a reason for this meantime-ness… and you better have the good sense to know it’s not to wait for him to snap out of his immaturity (or for you to make the first move-neva!). He’s your Meantime Boy because you need to learn from him what truly ennabling relationships are - and not to confuse that with those that are disguisingly constricting. He’s around because you need to recognize the primacy of friendship (that’s why FRIEND is the bigger word in GIRLFRIEND). He’s there because you need to believe that you can be seen as a thinking human being - and not the commodity so closely associated with your gender.
The Meantime Boy grants you the liberty to love - because while he is an accomodating recipient of your affections, he silently gives way when someone else steps into your life. He gives you THAT look, the don’t-you-dare-fall-in-love-with-me Care Bear Stare whenever your get your ends all mixed up. Don’t despair and take heed: his very indifference is his gift to you.
By being oblivious to your adoration, he sets you free to be someone else’s forever. And when this man, this god, finally arrives to sweep you off your feet, he’ll marvel at the perfect jewel you are: how you never begrudge Sunday Night Football, how you confidently possess your own mind and project the very essence of graciousness. And why wouldn’t you be? You’ve had years of practice.
pic lina scheynius
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Inspiration: old school lovelies.
Jane Birkin
Francoise Hardy - sooo gorgeous
Goldie
Edie
Dolly - she actually was beautiful once
Twiggy
Older school
Audrey- she was gorgeous in everything she did, especially Breakfast at Tiffany's and Funny Face.
Doris Day- Just her name makes me happy!
Grace - a clear definition of old school glamour
peace x
Friday, January 16, 2009
Family Holiday 1989
Whilst searching for pics for my 21st birthday party last year, my mum came across these, I thought they were just pretty darn cute. They are from a holiday we took when there was just one daughter in the family...
p e a c e x
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