shopped like I never shopped before

Well I have to admit, the title statement is a lie. I have shopped like that before, just not in a very long time. It has probably been a year since I have bought anything that I didn't really need (around the time I returned from Egypt to find that I had speant way more than I meant to!). But with a pay rise, some pays overlapping and weird tax stuff, I found extra money in my bank account and so I went shopping!

This is what I bought over the weeked:

Pleasure Stay bra

Elle McPherson underpants

Target gumboots

Cue winter coat (actually on lay-by, but their lay-by is only for 3 weeks, so I'll include it in this tally)

Joanne Mercer red boots

Carmen Steffans fabulous 40s heels

Target wall clock

Bras'N'Things undies (I feel I was ripped off here, I asked if the '3 for $20' pants were comfy and wouldn't ride up my bum, and was told that they were really popular because they don't ride up your bum. But the first pair I wore went right up my bum! Cranky!)

Lush buffy bar & bath bomb thing

Big W pump pack for moisturiser (rather than buying the $99 Aesop moisturiser in a pump pack)

Review blue top (totally cute!)

So the only thing I 'need' to buy to complete my 2010 winter wardrobe is some black leather gloves (mine are brown), and I might get some more hats for the season. I'm also waiting on my Dad to acquire me an umbrella from his work, since I'm now walking to work (hence the gum boots).

I think I'm pretty much set for this winter - although I do have to make a few new work dresses, and a fur stole or muff.

So I have relapsed into my Shopaholic ways (I even bought a couple of magazines), but I'm determined not to let it get the better of me, and once I get my Cue coat out of lay-by that will be the end of my naughty shopping ways!

the september issue

Last night I watched The September Issue which is a movie about the September issue of Vogue, which is the biggest issue of Vogue as it marks the start of the new fashion year.

I love the movie The Devil Wears Prada, based on the book of the same name, which is meant to be based on Vogue and the famous Editor Anna Wintour. I really enjoyed that movie, I own it on DVD and watch it often. But the reality of Vogue is something completely different. One of the main fashion editors, who works closely with Anna, is absolutely horrible. Apparently she used to be a model but now her hair is horrible and frizzy and really needs a conditioning treatment, she wears horrible flat shoes, and horrible ill-fitting clothes! She does not look like someone who knows anything about fashion, let alone working for the best fashion magazine in the world!

So while the movie was quite informative about the fashion magazine world, and I was left thinking "how could I get a job at Vogue", I was also left thinking "if I worked at Vogue I would at least put a conditioning treatment in my hair!".

I was also inspired to make more clothes, design some myself, and wishing that I had a lovely workshop that I could use to sew in, so that I don't have to vacuum up fabric scraps from my lounge room!!

ballgown

This is my ballgown.

I love this dress so much. Even when the dress is bustled (see below) it is still magnificent! And I am so comfortable in it (which give more evidence to the idea that I was born in the wrong century). All I need now is somewhere to wear it!

psychic - i don't think so!

Yesterday I spent $50 going to a "Wellbeing and Spiritual Festival" where I saw a psychic.
Along with there psychic there were many stalls offering 'healing energy' and all of that. I really have to wonder about paying someone $20 or more to hold their hands over me and claim that they are healing me. There was also a guy there with these mobile chicken coops who said to me "call me Uncle Joseph", which just sounded wrong and very pedophile-like.
So my Psychic reading was very disappointing. The woman was just plain crap! And she didn't even make up anything good. The most interesting things she said were:
- Something will happen that will change your life, but there's no way to predict what that is,
- There are people who are jealous of me because I "have it all",
- I'm going to meet a man before the end of the year.
She was just so crap!! If you're going to be a dodgy psychic then you should at least make up some decent stuff!!

lost

This weekend saw me riding my motorbike to Sydney, taking 4 hours (each way) and then an extra 30 minutes or more spent lost around Sydney. It was very funny! And I was very happy to get off the bike!
As a Learner I technically can't go over 80kms/h in NSW, however the speed limit on the highway is 110kms/h. So I was pottering along at about 95kms/h and made good time. It wasn't too uncombfortable. My seat is quite nicely padded, so it was probably just my shoulders that ended up hurting.
I made three stops on the way up - one for McNuggets at Macca's, one shortly after then to put on another jumper (it was a bit cool), and one to put in some more petrol. But then once I was in Sydney I had to stop and consult the GPS on my phone 4 times before I found my way to the hotel!!

On the way back I had to stop once to check my directions as I had gotten lost again, and then stopped twice on the way back. Once for food and a much needed toilet break (I was close to pulling over to the side of the road!), and once for petrol. All up I put about $20 worth of petrol in the bike, didn't pay for parking and I'm waiting to see if I get any toll notices. That is a big difference from the $110 it would have cost me in the car!

But the funny thing about getting lost on a bike is that it is quite difficult to read a map while you're riding (it's actually impossible), so I had to pull over, turn off the bike, and get out my phone so that I could use the GPS to work out where I was. But even though this is quite incconvinient and in a car I could just look at a map while I was driving, it really isn't at all stressful. I just kind of ride around aimlessly looking for the right sign, hoping I don't end up on some road that I can't get off of.

And the traffic in Sydney is not as bad as I thought it would be. In Canberra if you put your indicator on and try to slot into a space in front of the car next to you, the person in that car takes it as a personal insult and tries to kills you. In Sydney no one really cares. So I was slotting in and out of traffic and I didn't once feel like I was going to die. I also think that in Sydney people are much more used to driving close to people and so are actually maybe a little more aware.

dream diary 6

On the weekend, while napping, I had a dream about a man. The man was inspired by either the character of Eric Northman in True Blood, or the actor himself, Alexander Skarsgard.It was a fairly innocent dream, nothing too kinky, and the one major part that stands out in my memory is fixing his tie and collar before he left for work. We were together, not just shagging, but as a couple. (for more specific details he was wearing a blue, green and white striped shirt with a very nice matching tie, but the collar was messed up and as I fixed it he smiled at me - I think he must have been sitting down since he is 6'4"!!)


It is really easy to interpret this dream: I'm lonely.