I love you without knowing how, nor why...

Other than the fact I look somewhat like a trashy crack whore with thunder thighs, it's a pretty good photo of all the crap in my lounge room.
The point? My new shoes! So. Freakin'. Comfortable. So Freakin'. Cute.




{and if it looks like I have an incredibly tiny fireplace, I have 10ft ceilings. Oh, and - me: 178cm + heels: 10cm = 6ft 2 of scary lady}.









Even Phoenix approves.

Show day!

My favorite three things from today all involve...

Show Day! I've gone to the Melbourne Show every year for as long as I can remember, and this year I took D for the first time.We got very, very wet. I went on my first ever rollercoaster.
And survived (although I cried. A lot). I stuffed myself full of all manner of things involving fudge, hot dog, sherbert, warm cheese and general nastiness. And even though there were no horses
this year, I played with lots of small, fluffy animals. I watched fireworks. It was a fun day!

I somehow managed to win about 6 things on eBay while I was out - why is it when I don't follow the progress or really care whether I am the top bidder, I win the stuff??

I had a chance to talk to some really nice people today {number 2 on my list today!}. I love getting out and about and striking up conversations with random strangers - friendliness seems to be such a rare occurance some days, yet asking how someone's day is (and meaning it) is such a small thing to do.




And third today... spending the whole day with my Chef, playing, eating, giggling, sharing all the fun things we never get a chance to do, like being able to get away with acting like small children. "Will you still need me, will you still feed me...". Love that boy.



Oh...and these things are Pure Evil. There's one at work who ruffles his feathers and makes his disturbing gobble noises and walks towards me while looking fixated on my leg. It makes me scream.

Also, in case you haven't noticed, I totally suck at the layout of my blog. These photos are my undoing.

..yaaargh!

How careless of me to forget it's school holidays.
I took myself off for a spot of retail therapy this afternoon, and after being trod on, run into and generally smacked around by small children emitting ear screaming noises, I was in dire need of an extra dry venti caramel macchiato. I inhaled that sweet foam like there was no tomorrow, and enjoyed a spot of road rage on the way home to ease my frustration.

When I got home and happily unwrapped my new purchase, a gorgeous Sportsgirl grey merle dress, I thought I would find a photo on eBay of one to post - alas, none. But I did find something rather startling. The size 'Small' on eBay in Sportsgirl is listed as a size TWELVE.
Usually, I am so excited by anything I fit into in a small I sprout a rosy glow and wear it with pride, thinking I've poured myself into an 8-10. I even took an array of XXS and XS in the changing room, but they were all extremely see through or made me look 5 months sperminated. (I don't cope well with A line in this seasons smock style dresses unless wearing a wrap-around belt and a bolero to cinch in and give the illusion of having breasts).

Ya know, I blame that sales assistant. When asking how tight the dresses should be worn, she replied "oh...loose, but fitted, you know? Like, baggy, but still tight".

Riiiight.

Still, even if she has wrecked my illusion of being super stylish in my tent dress, my hair looked really cute in those two way mirrors today. Something to be thankful for, at least.

I so need this shirt...

Need I say more...?

..ooh!

When I returned from my morning ponying around, I was just stretching out for a luxurious sunbake on the deck, and Chef came home and presented me with a large bunch of beautiful flowers, and declared he needed a suntan, and asked whether I had any oil handy. Um.

What the? Usually I am rushed off the beach after he's gotten a few drops of salt water on him as he apparently doesn't have the inbuilt ability to do nothing whilst laying in the sun like I do, and as for oil, he normally wrinkles his nose and whinges about staining his undies.

Still, I'm not complaining. I'm more than happy to sit and praise the Sun Lord all afternoon (and try and ignore the fact I still haven't made it to my appointment to get my cancerous moles removed), it's just a little odd receiving Gerberas. I'm used to getting cake when he's feeling guilty, and the amount of strawberries and whipped cream directly related to how naughty he had been.

Randomly: I am totally in love with this dress. Normally I hate a) dresses and b) dresses that are yellow, but this just does something to my insides. Speaking of things I detest, on my marathon shopping expedition yesterday, I came across a pair of totally adorable... shoes. Yes, yes, this is a fairly common comment from me. The disturbing part is, they have laces. You see, I generally live in anything with a 4inch or higher heel, or flip flops. I don't have a lot of in between, and even my 'jogging' shoes (note: read earlier posts to get an idea of my 'jogging') have to be emblazoned with Puma, or have metallic stripes on them to match my earrings. So I was a little suprised I fell in love with these - so surprised, I didn't buy them. But I assure you, through eBay, I WILL HAVE THEM.