Oh dear I’ve been slack!

And I don’t just refer to my ‘weekly’ blogs! (Wouldn’t my teachers be proud of me not only starting a sentence with ‘and’ but an entire post?)

I know I’m not alone when I say, it’s the friggin’ weather! It’s cold here in Melbourne (and will only get colder). It throws your routine into disarray…. I can’t run on my normal track (which I really like) as it’s too dark and I feel unsafe (#yesallwomen), but I can (and last week managed) to run along the main roads but not this week. I’m too good at finding excuses and this cold weather isn’t at all motivating.

Anyway I’m wavering.

The truth is I’ve been slack with my blogs. It’s been over a month. As I said, my routine has been thrown, with a holiday and then returning to the cold and then the struggle to get ‘back on track’.

I’ve decided that June (and July if needed) will be my month/s. A time to focus on what I want and achieving it, and routine with this blog will be part of that.

Until next week, do what you say you will!

 

xx/ll

 

 

I’m an A-grade dresser in a C-graders clothes

Top from ASOS

I struggle each workday morning when deciding what to wear. My problems is that I cannot pull together a decent outfit (it’s a very rare (and celebrated) occasion when do I manage it.)

Years and years ago, after deciding that I’m not going to wear shit clothes any more – I  decided I will not buy any (more) crap clothes – ones that are too big, too small, horrible colours, styles etc, it’s not saying I’m not keen for a stylish (by my own definition) bargain (let’s not forget about my I love target post). Since the declaration, I haven’t bought anything crap yet I still manage to look crap. And I’ve realised my battle is with outfits. I cannot consistently put good ones together. The A-graders, C-graders are my usual level. I’m like a skinny girl in a fat person’s body (as they say). I’m an A-grade dresser in a C-graders clothes.

What motivates people to dress well all the time? I’ll fess up that if I’m seeing a guy I fancy, I’m motivated. I’ll plan, I’ll try on, I’ll change a hundred times. I want to look good and I want to feel it. I don’t want to be trying to put my best foot forward if I’m feeling ‘dowdy’ and uncomfortable. So if I’m seeing the guy, I’ll find the time, the energy and come out in an A-grader. Socially I admit, I’m not so bad, I have more time, am less tired, and jeans aren’t hard to work with.

But day-to-day at work, (in the office), how do you remain motivated? Truly tell me, as I’ve never felt it, even though I want to.

I’ve given myself Sunday afternoons to practice outfits, even taken selfies of myself in them to serve as a reminder later on… but that never worked, I couldn’t be bothered reviewing them.

I think of an outfit, put it on, perhaps swap my jacket a few times, look at the clock, look in the mirror, shrug at myself and head for the door.

(Don’t get me started on my hair #topknot.)

 

xx/ll

 

PS The windsheater shown is from ASOS http://www.asos.com/Local-Heroes/Local-Heroes-Bad-Outfit-Day-Sweatshirt/Prod/pgeproduct.aspx?iid=3510594&cid=2623&sh=0&pge=1&pgesize=36&sort=1&clr=Black&utm_source=Affiliate&utm_medium=LinkShare&utm_content=UKNetwork.1&utm_campaign=QFGLnEolOWg&cvosrc=Affiliate.LinkShare.QFGLnEolOWg&link=15&promo=273171&source=linkshare&MID=35718&affid=2134&WT.tsrc=Affiliate&siteID=QFGLnEolOWg-9TiPAoolMbn1NhzfBpvSog

 

 

I’m a hypocrite

I admit that I am. What I truly believe on the inside, I don’t show on the outside as society gets the better of me (and I let it).

My insides do not care what I look like, and believe you shouldn’t care what you look like either. I think make-up is total bullshit. I find it bizarre that someone decided that women (only women) don’t have long enough and thick enough eyelashes so they should put goop on them (use of ‘goop’ not approved by Gwyneth). Eyelashes are there to keep things out of your eyes. Full stop. High heels… really? What is it that we’re not tall enough for? By ‘we’re’ I mean women of all heights.

There is just so much bullshit out there, so many messages to let us know that we have ‘problems’ (zits, dry hair, wrong colour hair, wrong colour skin, wrong colour teeth the list goes on… and of course the same message (ok marketing) will (kindly) offer us the answers to these ‘problems’ we have (well that we have now, now that they’ve been pointed out to us moments ago.) Life can be just as good if you have a zit, blonde hair, brown hair (non-ombre hair).  The problem is that we get told we have problems.

I truly believe that. There are things about yourself that you are the ONLY person who cares (and to ourselves that is most important and I get that). I can assure you that I do not care if your hair is dry, I’d bet money on the fact that no one does. I say stick it in a top knot and get on with your day.

But then I’m a hypocrite. I want to be gorgeous. I want thick wavy hair, clear skin, amazing cheek bones, a great figure, tanned skin, long nails (although not too long, and I hate that really pointy look) and I want amazing clothes and accessories.

Why do I want this? What do I think will be different? Do we want to be the envy of others? Do we want the admiration? I imagine  If I was gorgeous I’d be invited to amazing events, that of course I’d enjoy (I’m naturally social) but then I’d also get to let people know I was there, and perhaps gain more… envy?

I don’t know. Please comment.

Just wondering – for you, does this extend into your house? If you have a great house do you think your life would change? Does it make you closer to the ideal version of yourself?

 

 

 

Why I like Target (yes Target)

I don’t think a day goes by in which I’m not wearing something from Target, I can pretty much guarantee it, because once I got thinking I realised it’s the only place I buy my knickers.

The reasons why I like Target are properly the reasons we all do (and their own USPs). Reasonable prices, decent quality, on trend (to a point – they also have those plain staple pieces that are always worth having), but to me how it makes sense is that the decision to buy from Target is pretty easy. I was just there (see the image of my loot below) and when you try on a top and it’s $5 (the fluro one) it doesn’t have to pass a particularly hard purchase criteria. Tonight I saw it, thought ‘cool colour, hmm it’s not in my size, ah I’ll just try the size bigger’, I tried it and for five bucks it was good enough. When I’m at Witchery or Sportsgirl (and similar stores) and trying on a top for $60+ for that price, it has to be perfect. And perfect is hard to find, and I often leave those shops with nothing. So at Target, I know I’ll find something and I love buying stuff.

My recent loot for Target

 

My shopping routine tends to work like this, (this was last times binge) Thursday I was at Chaddy, shop, shop, shop, Friday I wasn’t done yet so I went into the city, to shop, shop, shop and Saturday I still wasn’t done yet (it’s most likely that I saw someone on the tram home on Friday wearing something I had to copy) so I went to Chapel Street to keep on shoppin’.  It was great, I spent a fortune. That’s how I work, I give myself permission during these shopping binges to spend up and get whatever I want (within reason) and in between binges, when I need (hahaha who am I kidding?! ..want) something I’m more aware of the cost, and Target helps there.

So that’s it. Target is cheap, decent clothes, and for the price if they’re not perfect you don’t care, I may never even wear the fluro top but for a fiver big wop.

I do buy things from lots of places, but having just come home from Target I wanted to tell you why it appeals. I’m happier in my nice Target clothes that make sense to my lifestyle (budget and need to purchase). It’s nice knowing I’ll never be like some of the people in this video.

Until next week, eat more vegetables (that’s more a memo to self, but it’s a good goal for everyone)

xx/ll

It’s not for you

I had a great realisation on Monday. I was on the tram heading to work which is when I do my best people watching (I people watch at the gym too, but that’s more to compare techniques, or to have a laugh at someones knickers which get exposed when people wear those stupid leggings that become see-through when someone stretches).

So with my people watching comes the internal conversations… which really is just bitching, and then I realised that not one of the people who I was judging would have even considered me as they **. It’s not for me, that person isn’t trying to impress me so why would they match my expectations? (I do acknowledge the well dressed people, great hair, make-up and bags, I love getting ‘tram inspo’).

I just wanted to share that, I think it can help make you a happier person. It translates across life (just happens that I learnt it people watching). It’s not for you. When something annoys you, remind yourself that it’s not for you. A long queue isn’t personal, it isn’t for you, a fly in your soup, a shop not having what you were after… it wasn’t for you.

Until next week, when things bug you or you’re being negative remember, it’s not for you.

xx/ll

Drunk/tipsy texting – Does it really matter?

 

I did it, tipsy texted, and ex, who belongs in the past (one of his replies even stated pretty much exactly that). I woke up today and remembered that I texted him (four messages tops) last night (every drunken night) as I do, I believed that if I delete messages then they never happened… so when the next day arrives and I want to know the details, I have to piece it together from my shonky memory!

So I will try… Last night the conversation started withme asking ‘are we still haters?’  (it ended badly!) I think that’s when he replied with ‘don’t drink and text’ (which is what lead me to wonder if it’s so bad) I replied with something about my hair looking great and that’s when I got the we belong in the past text. The end.

So to me, texting that guy, who is nothing to my current live really doesn’t matter one bit. The only issue is that of my dignity, and a few messages, that no one will ever know about (if that’s how I wanted it it be) so I’ve linked the dignity to the drinkers remorse you get when hungover, not the actual act of texting the douche.

I think that catogories need to be created for the drunk text (no doubt I could simply Google that), there’s the ones like I did – the person is in the past, the feelings are too, you just had a drunk moment which once you sober up you don’t really care, and there’s zero impact on your life. Then there’s the person is now but perhaps not in the future ones. ick! I think they are the scariest ones. And then there’s the ones you send to someone who you have history with and a secure future, and normally to recover from that you have to gather some courage and call the recipient. I’ve been the recipient before, and as soon as the persons name came up as calling, I gave them back the disrespect they’d lost the night before. A drunken text is embarrassing, but the balls to call someone
afterwards rates a lot higher (if you ask me.) Anyway.. back to the scary ones. The ones when you tell someone more than you want them to know right now. They suck as you wake up embarrassed and worried that you’ve stuffed things up.

I know I’ve done it. But I can’t think of an example now (perhaps it’s been banished from my memory), but I know the feeling, you wake up with a sore head and think ‘oh geepers what did I say?’ then hopefully you just check your messages and then come up with a plan. Of course, I delete the messages so I have to make my sore head ache even more and burrow down to the lost memories. And then I come up with the plan. Although, now that I think about it, that’s never so bad either, you just say sorry for the drunken stuff, and get a laugh back and then you go back to playing it cool, or without texting the sorry, you go straight to acting cool, and you get the ‘gee you were drunk last night message’ …Sorry, I really was thinking that paragraph would be a little more deep than that and offer some wisdom. I guess a drunk text really isn’t deep, (makes senses.)

I guess the thing is that surely the receiver knows? The first reply I got told me I was drunk texting. I’ve woken up to messages sent at 3am (one was a wrong number from an AFL footy player who was looking for a girl who ‘knew’ his team
mates…) and I know that with the freshness of the new day that the sender has moved on from that moment.

 

Until next week, make yourself smile when you really don’t feel like it (even if you only do it once.)

 

xx/ll

 

Now just to be sure, I have taken the image on this entry from http://www.singleblackmale.org/2012/05/25/the-twenty-step-guide-to-drunk-texting/ I liked the pic, I’m not so sure about the article.

About me – have I found my blog voice?

I’m  female, Melbournite, 33, single, dieting (it’s my last two weeks if the plan works*), cat owner (just one, a single girl can not be out numbered by cats), I work full-time in Marketing in the city. I exercise, laugh, think (too much but I know you’re not stupid –  ‘female’ and ‘blog’ would give that away), although I hate that ‘female’ should automatically suggest certain traits.

And I, like many people I know, dream (and sometimes pretend) that I’m living the ‘high life’ – not that I know much about that, but I’m 33, I watched 90210 (the first time around) Paris Hilton’s Simple Life, and now I read all of ‘those’ blogs. I learnt that to be rich, you actually have to have money, ahhh and lots of it… because it’s not just about the one nice dress, and that one designer (Fendi is my choice) bag, it’s about having heaps

of that stuff, plus the designer furniture and wall art, the flashy car, beauty routine, handsome, sporty and well-off boyfriend (I’m scrolling through Tinder as I collect my thoughts as I write) etc.

So do we just want a piece of that, and is reading about it and at least knowing that piece? Is that the pretending? I can tell a Chanel from a Bali-nel no dramas, but I sure as hell can’t afford one ($6000, because the extra $400 seems irrelevant at that price (my current hand bag wasn’t $400)) So I look down my nose at these fakes. Although honesty they are awful, and you’d be better of with a Kmart bag that is just a ‘cheap and fun Kmart bag’ (yes I have one, see below) that isn’t trying to be anything else rather than a Bali-nel.

Anyway I’m off track, this was meant to be in ‘intro’ as I thought that’s what one does (oh didn’t that sounds posh? ‘one’.) I’ve been wanting to write this blog for a while, but when I thought about it I wasn’t sure what angle to take, so I thought an ‘intro’ would be easy. And then I found my voice… the silly bullshit.

I hope to publish an article every Wednesday (or Thursday as it turns out) so please follow/subscribe (whatever it is) for updates! (Yes I’m new to blogging.)

‘Til next Wed (or Thurs)… take and give no bullshit (I’ll have a new mantra each week, build upon them, don’t cancel the previous ones out.)

xx/ll (and yes I think I’ll keep up with the comments in brackets.)

*I’m healthy (I used to not be… It wasn’t unusual for me to have Cheezels for dinner (don’t tell my Mum.))