My new favourite game is reading through all the possible job listings on Seek and trying to decode through the organisational-pyschobabble jargon what that job actually entails. A fun aspect of this is realising despite an undergraduate degree and 7 years in retail, that I am basically unfit for the workforce.
Posts tagged real life.
Just finishing up the Tea Rose dress!
Hemming and zippers and psychology lectures every minute until I’m dead, it seems!
Going home to an empty house and dancing alone to Point Blank in the dark. Dreaming endlessly of romance, reading Shakespearean tragedies and smoking clove cigarettes in bed (though, I hear people die that way). Hibernating for the winter. Dressing up and staying in, wearing my bed clothes everywhere. Feeling much older than I really am (as I always have, I guess). Letting my hair grow down to my toes. Looking more like my mother than ever.
It’s been another dress-y kind of day at Shona HQ. In an attempt to squeeze as many dope references (and betray my lack of original thought) into my pseudo-label ‘Badlands’, here are some sneak peeks of the ‘Honey, Take Me Dancing’ dresses
l-r: Apple Bobbing; Blossom; Strawberries and Cream; Cecilia Lisbon
Selling everything on ebay again! Come buy my stuff so I can buy food, pay rent, and possibly buy more junk.
Vintage rodeo jackets, black milk tights, stylestalker skirts, etc etc.
Dodson Manors is fully operational (aka connected to wifi!)
Thumbs up all round. So pumped, not even trying to pretend i’m not in my jim-jams.
Chillin at the uni library on a Sunday. Siq life. It would be foolish of me to complain about not having internet at the new place, because I finally have a home that I don’t have to pretend to not be there, or hide in my room. Boom!
On a related note, my make-up philosophy in action: why make the bed when you’re just gonna get in it again.
Nobody reads this fucking this anymore.
This is not my room, or my house, or my hair anymore. Things change and I am getting over it I guess. So much is happening right now I feel detached from it all.
Black and white footage of the Hawksbury River.
Taken on my trusty pocket camera
A parting gift from Leah Jean the best pseudo-housemate ever! I am so sad to have her go, but I am happy that she is no longer homeless!
Boney and I before the Springsteen show in Melbourne!
Proving definitively that Tessa is the cute one!
Over the last week my sister, dad and I got to see Bruce Springsteen and the E-Street Band 3 times in Sydney and Melbourne.
Over a collective nine hours I still wasn’t ready for it to end, we had the best time together and I know it’s lame but this music has been such a massive part of my life, which is inextricably linked to my relationship with Shona and Dad - so to be able to spend it with them was pretty awesome…he also played badlands, three times! Killed me. Killed me er’y time.
Such a special week, I’m not sure what else to add!