Friday, July 30, 2010

Happy Campers

I've just moved and am in the process of procuring a new bed.

In the meantime, a la student days, I have a mattress on the floor.

I like to think I'm eschewing the western way and taking on the Eastern aesthetic in my sleeping choice, but calling it my futon always brings to mind the bed/couch owned at one stage by the lovely KB; the "futon to root on", as coined by her delightful flatmate, so I am happy calling it my mattress.

The room itself seems confused by the inclusion of the mattress alone and, with its high, shuttered window, is lending itself to comparisons with a detention centre. As my new place of rest, I think it deserves a more charming association.

Soooo, in the meantime, I am toying with the idea of a tent.

I was thinking along the lines of the one in "The Holiday" (as above). Without all the dolls of course. That would just be creepy. I kinda like the idea of it closing you off to the world when you sleep.

But, the truth is, I don't camp in whatever form, unless its 3am at the Mars Bar dancing to Kylie, so the floor mattress is about as close to roughing it as I go.

I will instead bow to the wisdom that is apartment therapy and just try to work it as is, like below, clean and uncluttered, with big pillows and good bedding (I have an awesome new quilt so that should help).

PS. If, because of Saturday afternoon drinks, the tent does go ahead, I will make sure I am always packing scroggin.

Hee hee. Scroggin.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

I NEED to do some washing

I was getting ready for work the other day and, due to some clothing issues I have been having lately, realised I didn’t have a single skirt or clean pair of trousers to wear. So, I headed to the only shop I knew that would be open at 8am and still give me enough time to not be late for work. Safe in the knowledge that the store would be relatively unoccupied, I proceeded to enter said store to nab me a pencil skirt, feeling quite a bit risqué in my shirt, stockings and a pair of boots.

All I can say is I am soooooo embarassed.

Not because I was half naked in a public place, because honestly, who hasn't been there, but because I was totally being a copy cat dirty rat.

That very night I went to see the new Sex and the City Movie and who should be looking down at me (in every way) from the silver screen, but the fabulous Liza Minelli herself and her two mini me back up dancers in my “pray that no-one sees me outfit”.

Fashion lessons from gay icons. Methinks my life is only going to be fabulousness from now on.