holiday study

I'm two days into my winter course and I am absolutely, without a shadow of a doubt, getting my ass whipped. I am currently at the library watching a video (this video actually). It's an hour long, I've almost finished and I still don't understand anything. In fact, I'm now up to the Q&A bit of it. I have a question - could you repeat all of that for a simpleton?


In educational hell.
One of the tasks for this subject requires the creation of a blog with at least 9 entries with 300-500 words of formal and/or analytical text relating to the course, drawing in research (from outside of class) and fully referenced. What kind of blog fully references in Harvard style? I have never dreaded blogging so much.

theories.

It's just all too familiar a feeling for me - forming emotional attachments to inanimate things. That feeling of dread and impending doom if you don't own something right then and there harks back to my childhood. I was in preschool and we were having a drawing session. With only about four sets of textas available, I had to be one of the girls who got a pink texta. One set hadn't been ravaged by my peers but it was perched up in the firm grasp of a teacher's hand. I was young so I had no idea how my height would hinder my ambition so I reached up to grab the pink texta but I couldn't quite reach and instead, nipped the side of the tray containing them and they all fell to the ground. Needless to say the teachers there weren't very impressed and neither was I - I didn't get my pink texta.

I think it was from that day onwards I've spent the past decade (and a bit) honing my skills - how to get things that my life depends on which are only slightly out of reach. I've learnt only recently that there's actually a really simple solution when it comes to fashion. Turn a blind eye on everything UNTIL sale season.

How could I turn these babies down? My cosy wardrobe beats any warehouse, any day (shoes don't have claustrophobia, duh). It would be heartless to not provide a home for them.

Theyskens' Theory Abby pumps from SS12, from Barneys New York.

The toe is kind of cute. It resembles an angry rottweiler.


My absolute favourite detail is the strip of leather running from the ankle to the bottom of the heel. They're kind of like the shoe equivalent of seamed stockings.

I'm still trying to justify this purchase in my mind. My bank balance is alarmingly low but these shoes are kind of an investment. Black pumps are staple in any shoe collection but I can't wear normal pumps because the actual shape of my heel means that anything without straps will slip off (which is why all my flats are elasticated). The ankle straps on these serve a purpose, you know, keeping the rest of the shoes on my feet. So yeah, all those reasons and the fact that they are absolutely, gobsmackingly, gorgeous.

So with all that talk out of the way, someone please invite me somewhere so I can wear these out. You should keep in mind we won't be able to walk far because 1 - I can't walk in heels and 2 - these are really hard to walk in. :*

recap

It is absolutely freezing in Sydney at the moment so there's no reason for me to get out of bed. I remember us collectively saying in Europe, 'I'm never going to take for granted how warm Sydney winters are' - WRONG. I'm not ready for my second winter this year. Not at all.

Since my break started Monday I've been back to work (after taking a month off to focus on uni) and nothing much really. Most of my time has been spent at home, eating and enjoying not having uni. So that was Monday and Tuesday. I think you should just assume that if I don't mention a day I was probably doing nothing.

Vivian won tickets to see Henry Holland give a talk as part of Vivid so we went to see that after having dinner with Vivien and on the way out with bumped into Vivianne. Needless to say, I was the odd one out. I'll be honest - I'm not the biggest fan of Henry Holland but I've always said you can appreciate someone's work without liking it. It's always interesting learning of someone's process and rise to success.


This is what I ate for lunch on Thursday:


This was tonight's breakfast/dinner. I got out of bed at 4 (whoops) and by then the sun was no where to be found... not like it was there to begin with because it's been raining, but I apologise for the poor lighting.

Royal gif party

The Queen's Diamond Jubilee was a couple of days ago, not that I really noticed with almost every second tweet in my feed dedicated to it. I don't think throughout my education I learnt that much about the Queen or her significance but I've always thought she was really cute and have always wanted to hug her. She's absolutely adorable.

I watched A Jubilee Tribute to The Queen by the Prince of Wales and wondered for a second what it'd be like to be part of that family. Old films just do things to me - the grain, the colouring, the frames per minute - I get this overwhelming sense of nostalgia and I can spend hours wallowing in it. My family only has one album which kind of documented about three years but then digital cameras came along and we didn't print any of our photos out. The photos are probably long gone, on a hard drive, probably never to be opened again or, more likely, going to be smashed in a rubbish tip. I suppose watching this was me kind of living vicariously through their holidays. How ambitious of me. If only I was that ambitious with other pursuits.







One of the greatest dances ever.