Saturday

We're All Mad Here...

Oh my.

It's less then one week until the happiest time of the year, according to the carols.
All I want for christmas is... a bed?
Im redoing my room and have made the well overdue and much deserved jump to the downstairs living quarters, which sees me breaking free from a joint bathroom with the charming brother, who's filth lies menacingly in every corner. I will miss that giant, giant mirror though, it truly was in a league of its own and so perfectly positioned so that you could tilt the cupboard mirror on an angle so you could see the back of your head. And they say teenage girls are vain...
But, I'm slowy builing up the room aroun me, so today i accomodated a vintage dresser and mirror. But it just wasn't enough, so i took the scissors to my dear, dear frankie and sliced and diced to achieve the desired...



Luffly. So Hopefully I'll find more materials to get that going along. So today after visiting Skism with the ever lovely Lady zof and purchasing the furniture, i set off to go meet sarah. We ending up lounging, eating and taking photos, and watched our plan to see twilight or whatever the hell the movie is crumble to pieces. Because we foolishly left our run to late and had to do the sprint of shame ( a 500m long stumble alongside the nepean highway) to reach the tram, and sure enough , it was right on time and trundled away happily delievering its passengers to locations all over melbourne.. which is all fantastic except we werent actually on the tram. we were 70m back, watching in horror as it left , sans us. So yes, we were late, we were too late to see the movie, so we ended up moping around villa and hut with sickenly sweet chai lattes and my unhealthy and somewhat embarrasing fetish for trying on high heels in shoe stores. And i did that ridiculously embarrassing thing that people should never never do.... i actually asked a lady who didnt actually work in the store to please get my size. Unsurprisngly, i didnt buy the shoes... Stoopid sarah loved it, had a bit of a gigs at my expense. On my way home i stopped in at The chape st bazaar, always a haven for nice little things that are ridiculously overpriced and sometimes arent even vintage.. i never knew supre was from the 20's... But i did actually find something really gorgeous, it was a card from the 30's that was so cute and like $3.. i will post a photo soon.

And the best bit? i was almost home when i saw that a leaf had long ago fallen into wet cement at the shape had remained...


Note to self; sleep more and try really hard to get away from family friends that are bizarre and emo and nicknamed "the dark prince"
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