Thursday, October 24, 2013

Day 297: Friendly Skies

I have some very exciting news to share with you. And also some other very exciting news that I will tell you about today. The first news will wait for a post, soon to come, dedicated just to itself. But the photos today are taken in a park on the way back from doing the exciting thing. The park is in Euroa, Victoria. You can see some Australia bush in the background, and, of course, I am twitching for native species of bird. There is a Major Mitchell cockatoo, and a galah; a black swan, a native hen and a seagull (there is always a seagull); a crested pigeon (they're so cute); and a rare and elusive myna bird. I didn't get photos of the birds. Did something happen if it isn't on Instagram? I leave that for you to decide. The outfit is based around the vest I was 'clearing from the closet', but in the process I have decided to clear the t-shirt as well. Bonus. Now I just have to work out which one to photograph again. It is a numbers game; can't waste a post on two items! The outfit was curated by B——. She's fond of a theme.

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Today's news? We booked our flights to London. O. M. G. No matter how many times I go walking, I still look forward to going again. I will not be able to stop just because I come to the end of what is ultimately an arbitrary destination (Land's End to John O'Groats, see my progress so far here). To date I have walked a total of 1471.9 kilometers in a circuitous, or winding more accurately, route from Land's End to Inversnaid, a tiny, hard to reach, village on the edge of Loch Lomond in Scotland. This year I am taking the boy. Previously I have always walked alone. This will be interesting. It will completely change the dynamic. Frankly, I am scared. I am sure he is a little as well. If, for some reason, one of us 'disappears' during the walk, my suggestion would be to search bogs for bodies. Inversnaid is a village on the West Highland Way—one of the many long distance walks which along with country roads and public right-of-way paths, have formed my patched-together route. The next day after Inversnaid is said to be one of the hardest. A walk along a path with a cliff going up on the right of you, and a cliff going down on the left. Possibly not the best day for a novice to start on, and so we are going to start the West Highland Way again from Milngavie (pronounce mull-guy). That will give us a five day warm-up before what is described in the literature as 'by far the roughest section of the Way, where the path makes a tortuous route along the side of Loch Lomond with many ups and downs'. I must try to remember (because I never have a guide book on me—too heavy) that at one point on this day there is a signal that calls a ferry to come and take you over to the town of Ardlui where we can either give up for the day, or at least have beer. I was planning to tell you more about the flight we booked, but I tend to run off at the mouth about the walking whenever I possibly can. And I was going to tell you about the safety videos on Air New Zealand, the airline we used for our American trip, by tenuous links that go like this: we booked our trip to London; we booked premium ecomony with Virgin Atlantic (eek, sorry credit card); we booked that because we loved the skycouch on Air New Zealand so much that we can't go back to sitting next to strangers; Air New Zealand has the most amazing safety videos; let me tell you about them. But I have spoken enough this post and that will be another thing you will need to wait for. Sorry.


The Outfit
Clearing the Closet: It’s time to go complex vest. I like you, but I don't wear you and I think I won't like you anymore by the time I can actually fit into you.
T-shirt: Op-shopped
Vest: Op-shopped
Shorts: Op-shopped
Necklace: Lovisa
Compass: Kathmandu (and faulty, I believe. It seems upside down in the Northern Hemisphere—and no! it isn't just that I don't know how it works!!)
Binoculars: Gifted
Socks: Gifted
Shoes: Irregular Choice 'Love Bug'


Photographer de Jour: B——


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Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Day 296: Literally Late

They don't call it the 'Silly Season' for nothing. (And I am not even talking about my odd eighties-channeling outfit.) We decided to go to Queensland for the three days between my night shifts and my day shifts (ie, straight from working overnight to the airport, up all day, Wet 'n Wild next day, then Christmas and a flight back for a five hour nap and back to work!). As a result I have delayed, and delayed, and delayed, posting. I have missed the Literary Junkies link party, but I am still going to do the prompts. So for all things bookish in my world this month, please see below. And you can see here for what other people read, thought, saw or dreamed in the way of words-between-covers this month.

Q: If you could write a book, what would it be about?

A: I'd love to do a beautifully macarbe, twisted and unusual mystery. Or an obtuse and unreadable OuLiPo text with a constraint too clever for itself—making me a literary and academic sensation, but poor and unread. Or a book about how relationships would be better managed if they were treated like a job.


Q: If you had to read one book or trilogy for the rest of your life, what would it be?

A: One book for the rest of my life, im, poss, i, ble! So I would have to go the Harry Potter series (trilogy squared, plus one, cheating?). If four times through still brings joy, I think I could keep plundering the books for more. Even so, eventually, I may die unless I got something else.


Q: Who is your current favorite book character and why?

A: Just thinking about all the characters in my pile at the moment, and the one I think I like the best is Offred from The Handmaid's Tale. She is feisty and reserved at the same time, and she tells a controlled story which is revealing and tense. I like her. I am not sure things will go well for her, but I like her.

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Q: Is there a book you read every year during the holiday season? If so, what is it and why?

A: No. [Shock statement warning] I am not really into the Holiday Season. In fact I think working Christmas is under-rated. Why do we save all our family joy up for once a year and then give it so much expectation that it invites disaster? That said, I had a great time this year, but maybe because it was so un-Christmas-y. I would never read something holiday season based for that reason. I do look forward to the start of new book count-downs at this time though. That is always exciting.


Q: Do you have any books on your Christmas list? Name a few.

A: I have about a hundred thousand. The budget V—— and I decided on for Xmas presents co-incides perfectly with a Scribd subsciption for a year and so I put the suggestion out there and it paid off. It's not Oyster, but I think I will get my (gifted) money's worth. I'll tell you more about it soon. A few of the books on just the front page that appeal to me are: If You Lived Here I'd Know your Name by Heather Lende, 23 Shades of Black by Ken Wishnia & Barbar D'Amato, Black by Ted Dekker and North Pole, South Pole: The Epic Quest to Solve the Great Mystery of the Earth's Magnetism by Gillian Turner.


Q: What is a book you read and loved that you didn’t expect to?

A: I very rarely meet a book I don't like. And I rarely pick up and read a book I don't think I will like. Doing challenges may, as I delve more into them this coming year than I did in 2013, force me to get out of the comfort zone, and by this time next year I may have someting that surprised me. Here's hoping. I would love for that to happen.

My erratic posting may mean anything between now and New Year's so I will take this chance to say happy reading in the next year. I hope books fill your life with joy and emotion and the wish to share it all with us on this odd place called the blogosphere. Well, I call it that.

The Outfit
Clearing the Closet: It’s time to go Astronaut Training Xperience polo. I just don't do polos. And although you were a fun reminder, I need the space.
Polo: Astronaut Training Xperience, Florida
Skirt: Retail, Barkins
Belt: Op-shopped
Tights: Retail
Earrings: Lovisa
Pet that won't get out of the photo: Lollii
Shoes: Urban Soul


Photographer de Jour: B——


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Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Day 295: Big Brother Gets Petty

It has been a while since I joined in with Wonderous Word Wednesday at BermudaOnion's Weblog and found out what those words I skip over with a general idea of what they may intone actually do mean. Here are a few of the stunning beauties I have found in recent reads:

Etiolate: pale and drawn out, feeble, having lost vigor or substance
Pellucid: translucently clear
Both from The Evolution of Bruno Littlemore by Benjamin Hale
Lydia's face was etiolated and Scandanavian-looking enough that she wouldn't have looked out of place in the black-and-white Ingmar Bergman movie, though her eyes were not the pellucid blue ones that you would expect to see in the head of the woman I've this far described.


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Absquatulate: to flee, abscond
Specie: coins
Against the Day, Thomas Pynchon
'Dick' Counterfly had absquatulated swiftly into the night, leaving his son with only a pocketful of specie and the tender admonition, "Got to 'scram kid—write if you get work".


Catafalque: a hearse, or a raised structure on which a deceased person lies or is carried in state
EL Doctorow's The Waterworks
They marched his cataflaque up Broadway to the railway depot and for weeks afterwards remnants and tatters of the funeral muslin flapped from windows along the parade route.


I use Dictionary.com to look up my words. I have just read one of their blog posts about the most misspelt word of 2013. It turns out, dearest carers-about-all-things-grammar, that whenever you go to a site like Dictionary.com to get the right spelling of a word, and you, god forbid, spell it incorrectly, a little snide computer program sniggers and puts a virtual tick against the common misspellings of that particular word. What banality of information is too banal to analyse I ask you? This is a world gone mad—we all spell like we only write on Facebook, but we hyper-monitor every little mistake. I find it disturbing.

Irene


The Outfit
Clearing the Closet: It’s time to go brown cardigan number two. You are brown, and you have twee elements I don't find alluring any longer.
Dress: Op-shopped
Cardigan: Op-shopped
Shawl: Piece of fake fur I have lying around for a craft project
Shoes: Irregular Choice 'Spat Attack'


Photographer de Jour: B——


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Monday, October 21, 2013

Day 294: Here She Goes Again!

Go with the logic here. In the pursuit of my birthday goals (1-9), I am endeavouring to finish a Book Challenge. I know I already have three challenges on the go (Eclectic 2013, Autumn and Goodreads (see side bar)), but they all end soon and so I need to have a new challenge in order to have a challenge to finish. Introducing Book'd Out's Eclectic Reader Challenge 2014. I like doing these because they stretch my genres. I like a nice long stretch of the genre—it's like a Thai massage when they fold you like a pretzel and lean on you with full body weight. Sort of like that. It gets me out of pattern, which in turn makes me realise I am in a pattern and that getting out makes me grumpy and that that is silly. In other words it makes me do something I don't want to do in order to realise there is no real reason to not want to do it. Make sense?

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In the interest of thriftiness I am going to try and fill this list with books I already own—hard copy or Kindle. Chances are the really stretchy genres will not be in my collection, so a certain amount of shopping may be required. Two of the books in the 'have to buy' category are on Scribd. Scribd is like Oyster (see me coveting Oyster here) but is available to Australians. For some reason it doesn't attract me in the same way. Maybe it is the website design? Maybe, because it is available, it makes itself less desirable? Maybe I realise that I have enough books already? Is there such a thing? I will probably, when this challenge starts, give the free month a go and see how that works out for me. In the mean time, here are the books I will read for the challenge:

  • Award Winning: I'm going the biggen'—the Pulitzer. Gone With The Wind; Margaret Mitchell; Kindle.
  • True Crime (Non Fiction): This one is a long-wanted-to-read. In Cold Blood; Truman Capote, Bookshelf.
  • Romantic Comedy: I like to watch them, but I don't own any? The Boy Next Door; Meg Cabot; Purchase or Scribd.
  • Alternate History Fiction: I have been itching to get into the Chabon oeuvre. The Yiddish Policeman's Union; Michael Chabon; Bookshelf.
  • Graphic Novel: This has been in my Goodreads wishlist for as long as I have had one. V for Vendetta; Alan Moore and David Lloyd; Purchase.
  • Cosy Mystery Fiction: I have a series of Cosy Mystery Fiction on my Kindle. Go figure? But I don't have the first book in the series so rather than thinking of this as a purchase, I think of it as an investment in the future (of the other books). The Cat Who Could Read Backwards; Lillian Jackson Braun; Investment or Scribd.
  • Gothic Fiction: I liked the film, I think I will like the book. Shutter Island; Dennis Lehane; Kindle.
  • War/Military Fiction: Not a genre I like, so it isn't surprising I have nothing here. The Watch; Joydeep Roy-Bhattacharya; Purchase.
  • Anthology: I fancied an anthology of reworked fairy tales. My Mother She Killed Me, My Father He Ate Me: Forty New Fairy Tales; Kate Bernheimer (editor); Purchase.
  • Medical Thriller Fiction: I didn't think I could get World War Z to squeeze adequately into the genre so I looked at a slightly more realistic medical issue—pro-active bacteria swarms. Prey; Michael Crichton; Kindle.
  • Travel (Non Fiction): The only travel non-fiction I own seems to be Bill Bryson; it is time for something else. I own the book in which the author returns to his original text, published scores of years earlier, and I have heard he is a condescending git, so I am eager to read a little of this man, even though it means I have to buy the book. The Great Railway Bazaar; Paul Theroux; Purchase.
  • Published in 2014: I can't own this as it hasn't happened yet. I am researching. I looked at James Ellroy's Perfidia, but that will require reading his previous L.A. quartet of books and I am, believe it or not, trying to limit new books-to-read piles. Stay tuned. Gone Girl; Gillian Flynn; Purchase.



The Outfit
Clearing the Closet: It’s time to go beloved orange jacket—you were a great friend, but we grew apart. It happens. I still love you, but I need to make room for new friends. Oooh, that sounds so callous!
Dress: Op-shopped
Jacket: Op-shopped
Knee Highs: Gifted
Necklace: Lovisa
Shoes: Irregular Choice 'Love Bug'


Photographer de Jour: Moi


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Sunday, October 20, 2013

Day 293: Oh, Thank God That is Over!

Just because I have to finish it or I will cry, here is the last (thank goodness and any deity who isn't too inebriated on silly season champagne to listen) nine wish-items for my Forty-Six By Forty-Six project. A project whereby I find (by grovelling through unused and cobwebby areas of my brain) forty-six things that I would love to have achieved by the time I turn the same age next year. I have spread them over the last five days of blogging (blogging-time, not real), mainly because I like to expound in great detail rather than simply list. Don't think I am some sort of super-human after you read this list, luckily for me, the majority of these items will still be available for posting on next years Forty-Seven By Forty-Seven project. But, if I am lucky, maybe I will have to come up with more than just one more. Are you doing a similar project? Let me know.

38. Source a couple of different pairs of lasts. I am not going to make promises about making shoes that I am not going to keep. I have already filled three years worth of stuff to do in one from the last thirty-seven dot points. Surely I can find a little time to find some lasts on the Internet and buy them though. Surely?

39. Take more photos and post them to Instagram. I like the idea of Instagram (even though I have a theory that between it and Pinterest we are creating a world too visually perfect for anyone's expectations to live up to, and will therefore all end up in therapy or torment depending on what our individual budgets will allow; just a theory). I like little moments. I'd like to take photos of them and show the world. Usually I just end up looking at them and they are past before the camera comes out. They do say taking photographs ruins your memory due to eliminating its necessity. But regardless of all these bad reasons, I would still like to do it. Maybe at least one a week if we're making things S.M.A.R.T. (Specific. Measurable. Attainable (ha!). Realistic (ha, ha!). Time Bound (I have that in the bag).)

40. See twelve movies at the movies. Oh, I know. This will be a very hard one to do. In fact, so hard, I am not sure if I can count the one I have already seen since this 'year' began (Catching Fire, I was going to tell you about it some time). I may have to count that as incidental and do twelve from scratch. Otherwise, it is like cheating or something. Isn't it?

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41. Design my own flag. (Thanks B——, some afternoon sun-lit inspiration on the balcony helped to finish this list with practical, doable and necessary items.) It'll be for my yacht. Should I get one. Or, my island. Should I get one. Or maybe for the House in the Hills.

42. Work at getting a word I made up into the general parlance, and from there, once spoken from the tongues of celebrities and writers and people in the know, into the Oxford Dictionary as a 'new word of the year'. I think I did make up a word once, but I should put not eating out of aluminium in my list too because I can't remember it.

43. Colour-in all the pictures in my Advanced Style Colouring(sic) Book. (Sorry, I am of the 'u' in colour school. I can't do it without.) When I am old, sorry, older, I want to be in this colouring book. That is what my style is working towards.

44. Once monthly, including one each for the months of November and December wich have already passed, go on a trip somewhere fabulous to do a photoshoot. V—— will be so happy. Not.

45. And in the same vein as fabulous photoshoots of old people like myself, I would like to make at least six extravagent neckpieces to wear with my shoots. Over the top, crazy mixed-media necklaces to rival, or even upstage, my shoes.

46. And last, a simple little wish. To get my 'currently reading' pile down to twelve thirteen books. Just twelve thirteen. Five real books, my poetry compendium, a difficult-going non-fiction (currently it's The Secret Teachings of All Ages), four Kindle Books and two Scribd books. I have to be strict. I don't miss out on anything by having fewer books. The experience of each is richer, and the completion of books appears quicker. It's okay Charlie, the world will not end, you can do this. In fact, if you made this whole list of forty-six goals, like you have, you can do anything!!

Oh, Thank God!

The full and comprehensible list can be found by looking at this page right here, and this one, this one over here, this one and this one also.

The Outfit
Clearing the Closet: It’s time to go long red cardigan. I don't wear you often enough, or feel comfortable when I do.
Dress: Handmade by me
Cardigan: Op-shopped
Necklace: Lovisa
Boots: Hand-me-downs from my Mother


Photographer de Jour: Moi


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Saturday, October 19, 2013

Day 292: And The Beat Goes On

It is indicitive of my ability for fulfil the ingredients of my lists that I am still writing them two months into their time frame. It has disaster written all over it. If you are new or sporadic here, I have been putting down forty-six desires I wish to realise by the time I turn the same age next October. This post highlights numbers twenty-nine through to thirty-seven (if I can come up with that many) and I am trying for some easily achievable goals today (given one to twenty-eight will take a year each to complete and it's not like I have forty-six lives to do this all in). Yes, I am an over-striver, and an under achiever. But what do they say? Aim for the moon and if you don't make it you are still amongst the stars. I live in the stars.

29. Bake a cake (or nougat, or marshmallow). I never do. So I will. One in a year can't be too hard—although I better do it before I get hypnotised to not want to have cake (or nougat, or marshmallow).

30. Change my name on the final documents: medical, superannuation. And then roll all the supers together. Time to stop paying too many fees.

31. Get my puppies immortalised in ink along my spine. A semi-colon for my lovely comma Bodhi, and a chupa chup for my Lollipop lady. And I guess something for the next dog, from list item number eighteen. I'll just have to wait to get a feel of what that puppy's essence is. I also need a full moon on top of my existing tramp stamp to finish it off.

32. Purchase some cedar balls. And then seasonalise my wardrobe. It seems like such an effort to go to when the next season will be here before I finish this sentence, but there is no other way I am going to see my bedroom floor again.

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33. Take better care of my feet. They are a little feral and a lot abused. They need bi-weekly epsom salt baths and nightly moisturising (along with everything else from dot point fifteen—and, so you know, I have purchased heaps of moisturiser now and am using it. In fact I just moisturised a minute ago. Some stuff is getting done!).

34. Be accountable. I will use my lovely new yellow dairy to diarise doing things and mark down what on this list is being done. And then on the eighteenth of every month I will tell the world about my progress. 'Yay', says the world, 'This won't all end with the next blog post, it will continue [under breath: 'to annoy us'] every month for nearly a year! So happy about that.'

35. Utilise the Boxfit membership we have purchased for the next six months or so. I wish I had invented gym membership. I would be so rich. You get people to pay, willingly, for something they never use, and which induces such shame from its non-use that the customer would not dream to complain. I'm planning on being a grown-up soon. I can't continue with wasteful practises like this. I love Boxfit, I just hate going there. I am sure the hypnotism will assist with this too. Yay.

36. Find a better way to store and locate my growing trashy jewellery collection. Currently it is in a box, a pencil case and hanging from a large knitting needle shoved into a bookshelf (which I thought was genius, but which threatens to take out an eye anytime anyone is in the vicinity).

37. Get rid of my bicycle. Currently it is a clutter-space-taker-temporary-storage-unit-for-accumulating-junk. It encourages the stuff to linger. This encouragement cannot be encouraged. There are so many kilometers on that bike that it pains me to say goodbye, but it is time to let go, time to have an empty space that may encourage me to get a new one. We'll see. I am ambivalent.

Phew, made it through another nine! You can see the other commitments on these posts: day one of promises, day two of promises, day three of promises, and day five of promises.


The Outfit
Clearing the Closet: It’s time to go Sass and Bide jumper which I thought I could sell on eBay but then I got bored with the time-consuming selling of things on eBay
Dress: Op-shopped
Jumper: Op-shopped, Sass and Bide
Necklace: Assorted Junk Jewellery shops
Shoes: Irregular Choice 'Ice Cream Honey'


Photographer de Jour: Moi


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Friday, October 18, 2013

Day 291: I'll Cry If I Want To

Blogologically, it is my birthday. Don't worry about wishes or sending pressies though—it was months ago. I am continuing my list of forty-six things to do before I turn twenty-eight. Just kidding. Why would that make any sense? Getting older doesn't really worry me. That much. I am not a fan of the softening neck, the tightening knees or the over-drawn sleep account, but I do like the growing clarity of the absurdity of it all and the improving disregard of the opinions of others. Although I am far from perfect in regards to the last two and often cry like a teenager over the unfairness of life. Getting older is inevitable, just have to get on with it really. If, when I start to get some of these tasks done, like the hypnotism (update: I am hoping my sister can get me a referral from her doctor without me having to attend a clinic—what! I can hope), and start to loose all this puppy fat that keeps me looking slightly younger by puffing out the wrinkles and holding up the girls, there will be no delay in my getting on an emergency cosmetic surgery list to get every thing rectified. Not that I'm vain! On with the lists:

19. Get all my suspicious marks checked out by a dermatoligist who isn't a raving skin-cancer-paranoid, cut-it-out-now lunatic. Easier said than done.

20. Actively use the Fitbit. What is the point otherwise? I like to not enter my food as it demonstrates how badly I eat and I am not really keen to admit that. But, from this moment on, I will log my diet, and my water, and endeavour, in a more serious way than just thinking about it, to get to my goal steps. 'Scuse me a moment while I add breakfast and a christmas mince pie to today's tally. Yep, there you go—already over budget! Now I have to go and walk to balance it out.

21. Do my tax. Oh my goodness what a mournful and depressing list of things to do! Baby steps. You can do it. One: Open all the mail. Two: File it. Three: Make an appointment. Four: Wait for the lovely check to turn up. Five: Bank it. Six: Stare and Gloat at the Balance. Seven: Put a deposit on a house and get some new shoes. Seven Easy steps!

22. Spend half an hour, every time I sit down to do this blog, on finishing the lists at my original blog—Addict, List Addict. It was a project where I came up with a top-ten list every day. Back in 2010. I was on there the other day and I am eager to get it finished. As you can tell, I am not really grasping the idea of a blog as something temporally present. I think of my blogs as whole entities to be completed, regardless of time or contemporariness. Like writing a book. Except without the fame or the financial reward.

23. Speaking of finishing things, lets keep speaking. Finish my G'rilla in the Midst. It was a guerilla craft project in which I aimed to make twenty-five craft installments to place out in the world in the middle of the night to delight people with my junk in the morning. I came up with a seperate gmail account, blogger account and name in order to stay incognito in case of any legal implications. Now, for the life of me I cannot remember my passwords. I have a thousand origami cranes ready to go for Project One. I really would, at some time, like to hop back onto this one too. Lord! Save me from myself.

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24. And then, just one more. I have this blog—LeJog: Bifurcating Britain—Land's End to John O'Groats on foot with a beaver. For three years (2009, 2010, 2012) I have taken the non-direct route, in sections, between the iconic British points of Land's End and John O'Groats. It has, effectively, spoiled all other holidays for me with its amazing simplicity and solitariness. And I think when it is done, I may just point myself in the other direction and take another route back down. Three things have to happen to this blog in the next year. It has to be back-dated for the years when the tales it brought were written in books, not on the Net. Photos need to be added in. And lastly, the last leg has to be attempted. Google Maps shows I have four hundred and sixty-two kilometers to go on the most direct route. I never go the most direct route. I have five weeks. I have a second b-based travelling companion (beaver and boyfriend). It will be different this time. And I don't think I will get to the end. There is no other holiday I have ever taken though, in which the end is so insignificant. The walking starts again next May.

25. Stress less. Yeah! Very achievable. And measurable. At the moment I am stressed because I am having the hardest time coming up with all these things to do for a year. I should just put things like 'spend lots of time on the couch reading blog posts and getting nothing done'. That would be so achievable for me. In fact I already did my shift of that today. I should make a laminated card that says: Will what is upsetting you mean anything a year from now? But I know that at any given irrational moment, nothing will annoy me more than seeing it. Not really sure, short of valium and a cave, how else to combat this issue. But at least it fills a dot point.

26. Deconstruct (ie undo) the jumpers in the pile next to me here and straighten the wool to use in knitting projects.

27. Get back onto my Duolingo account and learn Spanish, or French. I went really well for about a week when I first got the app, but then forgot all about it. Divide the days up into smaller bits again, and dedicate one of the bits to this. Try to at least get on for a good session once a week. Not too much to ask. Have to keep the brain moving—use it or lose it!

28. And speaking of losing it, I'd like to get copies of all my blog posts on a document. And then I would like to get all my documents and photos and assorted junk, onto a hard-drive for the inevitable day when this computer decides life is no longer worth living and moves onto techno-heaven. I'm paranoid like that.

The other 36 aims-in-life are (or will be) on these posts: 1-9, 10-18, 29-37, 38-46.


The Outfit
Clearing the Closet: It’s time to go brown cardigan. You're brown. I'm trying to cut down on the brown. It's not personal.
Shirt: Op-shopped
Cardigan: Op-shopped
Skirt: Myers, very old
Necklace: Lovisa
Shoes: Handmade by Moi


Photographer de Jour: B——


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Thursday, October 17, 2013

Day 290: More X's to Cross Off

I started this list ‘yesterday’. Here is Act Two. From yesterday’s list I have since spoken to the crew over at the hypnotic clinic. I have to get a referral from a GP (mmm? That will be fun: 'Hi, yeah, I haven’t ever spoken to you or visited you because I have a deep mistrust of the medical profession, but could you please refer me onto a hypnotist so I can loose weight without going through whatever hoops you would prefer to put me through instead because you think hypnotherapy is a crock of poopy-doo'. Not looking forward to that). On with my action wish-list:

10. Go through all my unfinished knitting projects from last year and work out which of them are on G——'s needles and what those needles are. Then prowl op-shops (without purchasing anything beside needles as my bedroom is about to explode) and, if necessary, retail stores to obtain the same needles so that I can then hand G—— back her needles. Then finish the knitting projects. (All one hundred and twelve of them that are left to complete!)

11. Be a practising poet. Write one poem a week. Am I kidding myself that I will have time to do all this? Maybe I will make it once a month, and 'at least'. That way you can do more but there is an achievable minimum.

12. Do the Three Peaks Challenge. Although I am unable to find any evidence to say that it will be running in 2014, or what the dates will be. In 2013, the Three Peaks Challenge was a thirty-three hour long challenge in which you climbed up and down the three tallest mountains in the ACT (Mt Tennant), New South Wales (Mt Kosciusko) and Victoria (Mt Bogong). If, for some reason they don't run it, then I suppose I will have to just do the British one instead when I am over there—Ben Nevis, Scafell Pike and Snowdon.

13. Take V—— to all the things he never got to do on his special activity year: the Ice Bar, Paintballing, Otway Treetop Adventures, Mornington Day Walk, Two Hours of Tennis on the Melbourne Tennis Centre Courts, Snooker Lessons from a Champion and then game-on!, dinner at the Flower Drum, Scienceworks including the Planetarium and the Lightening Room, and, a Werribee Ranges Zoo tour. (Oops, we didn't get many done in the actual year, did we?)

List_Addict               Irene

14. Tidy (read 'throw away, action, recycle or file') one thing away every day until everything I have is essential, needed and useful.

15. Moisturise. Get rid of the idea that moisturiser is too precious to use (not sure where that came from). Slather it on daily.

16. Comment more often on blogs. I read lots and lots every day, and I love lots and lots too. But because I often look on my iPad and it is not as easy to comment as the PC (because it is a temperamental pain-in-the-rear-end, forgetful, demanding and changeable annoyance), I often don't. I aim for a minimum of three comments per blog-hop, but I would also like to do a minimum of five per blog-trawl. I want you guys to know I read your hard work.

17. And as a continuance of that, I need to make sure I reply to all the fabulous comments I get. Starting today then, I aim to dedicate a small portion of every single day to replies. I promise. I actually doesn't take long to practise being lovely back to people who have been lovely to me.

18. Get Lollii a puppy. I thought I had found the perfect one. Charlie. Even though having two Charlies in the one house may have proven to be confusing. But the RSPCA would like Charlie to go home with his friend Lilly. I can only, legally, have one more dog at my house (without permits), so even though these are tiny, I couldn't adopt both of them. And I really just want one anyway. Otherwise they may gang up on Lollii and she will never come out from under the bed. I understand why they are doing it, but, especially with no financial incentive, I hope they aren't limiting both dogs' chances of finding new homes. At any rate, the search for a buddy for Lolli goes on.

One to nine,, Nineteen to Twenty-eight, Twenty-nine to Thirty-seven and Thirty-nine to Forty-six of this little series can be found at the links (when they are all there), if you are interested.


The Outfit
Clearing the Closet: It’s time to go handmade cut denim cut-offs
Top: Op-shopped
Shorts: Op-shopped and altered
Boots: Dr Martens


Photographer de Jour: Moi


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Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Day 289: If X and X, Then Y By Z

A number of people on the blogosphere have done this. X number of things to do before you turn X on you next birthday. Credit to whoever started it, or whoever I saw doing it, but I have no idea who that was as it was a while ago, and I'm old and forgetful. Ironically getting older in this experiment means you have to do more, in what appears, due to age, to be a shorter time (you know how it is, the more years you have, the more proportionally shorter they seem). So I have to do forty-six things before I turn forty-six. Eek! And because I am verbose, I am going to spread this around the days that will, when historians of the future are trolling through the insanity that is the early twenty-first century Internet, appear to be my birthday. Here goes. How many things do you have to do before your next birthday?

1. Catch up on the blog. At this moment in time I am forty-two blogs behind. I got sick back in June or July and it has just got worse from there. Because I have so many clothes now I have decided that instead of doing this project over just one year, you will see me and Irene sharing clothes for 1001 days. Lucky you! But by next birthday I would like to be writing about the day, on the day. Either that or be less fazed by the 'blogging every day' thing.

2. Get hypnotised. I would like to have something like this impressed onto my brain: eat only whole foods, no sugars and no processed foods, also, fancy doing some exercise, and, you are allowed one chocolate royal a day. I would like that but I think it is going to be an all or nothing sort of deal and I may have to give up that one chocolate royal too. V—— would like them to get me to stop fussing about small pieces of paper left lying around, but that would just give him a licence to be messy so that request will not be made. (There are a few things a hypnotist could do for you too Baby, if that is how you want to play it!)

3. Finish at least one reading challenge. Self explanatory, but any long-time reader of this blog knows this is a very difficult one for me as I always have too many books and difficulties reading them in an allotted time.

4. Become an iceberger. For those unfamiliar, these are the dudes who swim during the winter months. Technically there is no ice (here at any rate). I have a feeling there is a group in London who may have started it all, but in Australia there are the formal groups in Bondi and Brighton. I'm content with not being part of a group, and with a lack of ice in the bay (Port Phillip Bay, just near my house). But I would like to take up the benefits of swimming all year round. The benefits seem to include vigor, vitality, immunity, virility and endorphins.

List_Addict               Irene

5. Apply for my PhD. It seems this is a list of all the things I've been saying I was going to do anyway, but never get around to. I should be thinking of new things to do, new challenges, but then I'll have twice as many undone things, and twice as many desired objectives. Maybe I need to get some willpower hypnotised in too. I wonder how many things can be installed with that upgrade?

6. Design and build my own house. This list should be about the achievable, and I just rejected V——'s suggestion of 'Buy a Mustang' as unrealistic, but I think I should be able to do this. It is just a more complex bookshelf, and I think I could make a great bookshelf. How amazing an accomplishment would building your own house be? I am not sure what I need to have under my belt to make this real so maybe I will make it a goal to research that, and get stared on loading up that building 'tool belt'.

7. Buy a piece of land to accommodate list item number six.

8. Write, in instalments to be posted on my blog, a satirical version of the next James Bond novel, starring Daniel Craig of course, called Cry Me a River (or Spy Me a River) after the distinctly 007 sounding Michael Bublé version of the song.

9. Wardrobe essentials to obtain: blue aviator sunglasses, spurs, chambray shirt. What? Can you believe they're missing from my must-have list?

(More to come .... Days Two, Three, Four and Five)


The Outfit
Clearing the Closet: It’s time to go patterned, oddly shaped and sitting, but 'it's got pockets', top
Top: Op-shopped
Skirt: Op-shopped
Necklace/Cuff: Junk Jewellery Shop Somewhere/Op-shopped
Shoes: Irregular Choice 'Bloxy'


Photographer de Jour: Moi


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Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Day 288: What If I Don't Like You?

[Apologies for delays in posting. I picked up some sort of a tummy bug, maybe from all this foreign, weird food in the United States? And then I lost a day in transit. Then I had lots of chatting to do. Now I have to work to pay off the credit card. All conspiring to delay the blog—thanks for being patient!]

Do you have to like the main character of a novel? Can you keep reading a book with a protagonist who is grating and unloveable? Anti-heroes can sometimes be very likeable, even if, or maybe because, they are the bad guy. But the plainly unlikeable character is an interesting, although not easy, literary device. It is an element crucial to the story of Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes.

[Spoiler alert] Charlie (I love a story about a namesake) has been chosen to participate in a revolutionary experiment whereby an operation will give him hyper-intelligence. The novel is epistolary, made up of progress reports he writes through the duration of the experiment. Charlie suffers from serious mental disability in the beginning and grows more and more intelligent. He also grows more and more arrogant and slowly loses all the 'friends' he had. He becomes, for me, (understandably) unlikeable. The operation and experiment is not perfected and so eventually the effects start to reverse themselves. Algernon is the mouse who precedes Charlie in the experiment, and in its attrition. They have an affinity for each other and Charlie's concern before he loses consciousness and understanding of what he has experienced is that someone with still leave flowers on his grave for Algernon.

List_Addict               Irene

Ultimately this is an exploration of what it means to be human and what it means to be intelligent. It puts question to the importance we lay on intelligence, and in a way, I think, on the kind of book-learned knowledge that raises the social status of a person but not necessarily their community and emotional values. Published in 1966, it seems more relevant now where so much is determined for your future on what you know according to a graduate certificate, rather than who you show yourself to be. We have made an odd circle through what seemed a freedom from status and station, where people could come from nothing to be anything, back to a type of restriction which depends on your ability to buy intelligence. And the irony is you don't actually have to be smart to be intelligent, you just have to be committed and able to study. I'll stop lecturing now.

Flowers for Algernon is a banned and challenged book (what isn't?) for its sexually explicit passages (he talks about, and has, sex) and language. I think all banned books should be read at some stage—it helps to make you an intelligent human being!

The Outfit
Clearing the Closet: It’s time to go B——'s fluffy cardigan (does it count if I am getting rid of other people's clothing?)
Dress: Op-shopped
Cardigan: B——'s, Op-shopped
Leggings: Target
Shoes: Irregular Choice 'Alaska'


Photographer de Jour: Moi


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Monday, October 14, 2013

Day 287: Give Thanks For Books

I am, at the time of writing this, travelling through the United States just before Thanksgiving. My title comes from the sign outside most libraries we have driven past. I support this sentiment! Once again it is time to have a look at all things bookish for the month just gone with the Literary Junkies. How was your month of words between covers?

Q: What are you currently reading? Tell us about it!

A: Here is the current list, and here are the books I added one day after composing that list; take away the completed Flowers for Algernon and The Silver Linings Playbook. Crazily, I am reading all those books. Yes, I probably have either ADHD or a short attention span. I keep finding things interesting and adding them to the pile. This month I also added four new books, set in the four states I planned to visit on my holidays: Nevada (Steven King's The Stand), Utah (Norman Mailer's The Executioner's Song), Arizona (Mark Poirier's Goats) and New Mexico (Have you seen Charlie? A Cowgirl's Guide to Quantum Physics by KH Brockwell). Then we found ourselves in Colorado and so I had to hit up Amazon again and got myself The Evolution of Bruno Littlemore by Benjamin Hale. I have been in the States for a week and a half and am yet to start any of them. Which is not overly surprising given I am still reading one of the three novels I got based in Vietnam when I went there in March!


Q: How many books have you read this year? Do you set reading goals for yourself?

A: Finished? Twenty-five. Goodreads is kindly telling me I am sixty-three behind schedule for my yearly goal of a hundred. I don't know what I was thinking, but I like to aim high. I set myself a Goodreads goal every year. And I also like to do quests with reading blogs around the place. This year I am doing two: the Eclectic Reader Challenge and the Autumn Reading Challenge. I have finished a grand total of zero of the books on those challenges, but I have started twelve of twenty-seven so I am not giving up just yet. I know, if I read fewer books I could probably finish more. It's one of those weird things like how leaving ten minutes earlier in peak hour can mean getting to work later. It's something to do with quantum physics and an extra time dimension.

List_Addict               Irene

(Bad news: we just decided to go to Texas. Vernon God Little by DBC Pierre is set in Texas. It's on the Kindle now.)

Q: What do you think are the best and worst book-to-movie/TV show adaptations?

A: Funnily we were discussing this in the car the other day. I had just finished reading The Silver Linings Playbook and was questioning the film-maker's decisions on what they changed and why. Especially with Pat's father who never does come round to showing love to his son in the book, amongst other things that I will discuss in a blog shortly. To which V—— commented that he preferred a variation from the book to the film. He was slightly irked by the Harry Potter films because they too closely followed the books—what was the point of reading it if it was all in the film, he argued. Some would say that was a good adaptation. Does that answer the question without me having to make any decisions?


Q: What is the first line of your favorite book?

A: I am too much of a Libran to have a favourite book—I can find worth in the careful weighing up of any book. I love first lines though and it is one of my favourite things, when I get a stash of (real) books, to turn to each first line and get a feel from that first impression. So I will give the first line of the book I am most concentrating on at the moment—Anne Funder's All That I Am—and, if you haven't read it, discern what you may from this taster: 'When Hitler came to power I was in the bath.'


Q: What's your favorite quote from a book?

A: Impossible. Can not compute ...


The Outfit
Clearing the Closet: It’s time to go sage green embroidered skirt in the a-line phase I went through that just doesn't work for me
Two Piece Top and Jacket: Op-shopped, Vintage
Skirt: Op-shopped
Necklace: Junk Jewellery Shop Somewhere
Shoes: Irregular Choice 'Patty'


Photographer de Jour: Moi


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Sunday, October 13, 2013

Day 286: Hi-Ho

Too much is happening in the future where this blog is, in real time, as opposed to now, in the past—make sense? I love the warped nature of time—too much happening for me to tell you about the movies I will see on the plane in about a month's time, so I am telling you now. On my fifteen hour flight to LA I pathetically only managed two full movies and a skip through a documentary just because I wanted to see what it said was innovative and on a human scale about the city of Melbourne (it was her use of alley spaces). The movies I saw were The Lone Ranger and Singing in the Rain.

Irene               List_Addict

Somehow I manage to watch movies that do one of two things to me on flights—make me laugh out loud or make me cry. Both things you don't really want to do when you are in a sardine can with three hundred other people. The Lone Ranger made me laugh. How does Johnny Depp get 'quirky' so down pat. I find him amazing. In fact whenever I am unsure of an actor's worth, I should go back and watch him because his is an art, and a lot of other peoples' is not. [Minutiae spoiler: watch for the way he feeds the bird on his head, and all the things that happen to that bird as well, or for the way he does trades, even with the dead.] It's a fairly simple story—how the Lone Ranger comes to be and the battle of good (in white) versus bad (in black)—a story told within a story of what has happened to Tonto in his old age. It's not a new movie, you have probably already seen it, but if you haven't I would say rush out and get it next time you are having a movie night-in or it's on at one of those cinemas that play older movies in an atmospheric setting. It is fun, and you may laugh out loud, which is great for your health.

I have never seen Singing in the Rain. I know! Classic, iconic, fabulous musical comedy. I just never had the chance before. Now I have. I can see in it the inspiration for Baz Luhrmann's Strictly Ballroom. Is that just me? The more I think about it, the more parity I see between them. And what awesome synch between the tappers—it is perfect!. And now I also understand why they kept comparing Jasmine, on SYTYCD, to Cyd Charisse—legs from here to there, stunningly beautiful. Fun fact: Cyd Charisse's parents weren't actually that kind—her birth name was Tula Ellise Finklea.

The Outfit
Clearing the Closet: It’s time to go denim pleated skater skirt with a split in the back
Top: Handmade by me and unfinished Aran jumper which B—— thinks I should turn into a tabard
Skirt: Op-shopped
Belt: Retail
Boots: Irregular Choice


Photographer de Jour: Moi


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Saturday, October 12, 2013

Day 285: Animal Planet

Do people realise how like animals they are? Animals with clothes on, which makes them even sillier. It makes you realise our self-imposed higher status is a delusion. Watching a passing parade of them is like watching a documentary. Don't you wish that sometimes you could just sit and watch people, with a nice coffee, and a David Attenborough voice-over. This is a taster of what it would be like:

List_Addict               Irene

The International Traveller, like the flamingo, performs a co-ordinated dance through the immigration hall. But unlike the pink birds, this flock's dance seems rather a determination of hierarchy within the group. For seemingly undefinable reasons the group splits into three, a majority group which dances quickly over a large area, traversing almost the full length of the hall before turning to repeat the head-turning and twisting shuffle in the other direction; a smaller more finely plumaged group which dances in a much reduced area, over a shorter period, and then moves off to a secluded area to eat, it's head held higher, almost snooty; and; a third, uniformly coloured but dully plumaged group which stands still on the periphery of the whole dance, occasionally barking in what seem like gruff croaks at the dancers. For all the performance of the first two groups, it is this sedentary group which appears, in the end, to hold the flock's power. Scientists continue to study this phenomenon, but remain baffled.

Want other examples of animal behaviour in humans with your own inner-Attenborough monologue? Try the herding nature of the airport gate, the mating rituals of the nightclub, the survival instincts of the corporate ladder, or the animalistic violence of an eBay auction or a daily commute.


The Outfit
Clearing the Closet: It’s time to go red Thai dress which sits weirdly
Dress (eliminated): Thai market stall
Top: Op-shopped
Shoes: Irregular Choice 'Miss Twiss'


Photographer de Jour: Moi


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