Fancy Pants

There's nothing much that I can say about these pants other than that they are from Suno. The shoes are from Zara, and yes, they are uncomfortable, but if I can do it you can too.

new town blues

I am a current sufferer of hay fever for the first time ever. Hay fever is so foreign to me that I didn't even realise I had it until I noticed my fluctuating "cold" symptoms. My cousin and I discuss what our parents must think of us from time to time. We moved away from all the luxuries of home (car, cable, decent wages...) to struggle in New York.

We make little wage (well, much less then what we would get in Sydney), live in shitty flats, have no clothes or wardrobe space and now I have hay fever. HAY FEVER. Of all the things I thought might be bothering me in my life right now, hay fever was never something that even crossed my mind. Its not a huge deal, but its an inconvenience that I never thought I would have to deal with. 

Moving to a new city is hard. I lucked out and got an amazing deal on an extremely decent apartment so I at least didn't have to deal with that. But New York is gross. Its dirty, loud and obnoxious. When people ask me why I wanted to move here I can honestly never think of a better answer other than "...because I like it..?" It sounds silly, but I do like it. I can't imagine living in Sydney again, at least for the next few years. The struggle is hard, and it's sometimes lonely but in the end I think it's worth it. I like gross things and you can't have fun without getting your hands dirty at least 75% of the time. And I am humored by obnoxiousness.

If you're wondering what I'm wearing in the above picture, its a Uniqlo dress. It actually shrank in the dryer, but I rewashed it and hung it on a hanger to dry vertically so now its a (semi) decent length. And for those who are wondering further - yes that is how I always look. Always unimpressed and always making judgements.

I'm a Slytherin

(Re: Pottermore) I don't know why I was so surprised to be sorted into Slytherin. At first I was upset, but then I thought about it and I realized:

a. my favorite color is green

b. I pride myself on my sneakiness

My friend also reminded me that Slytherin meant two more things:

c. it means I'm ambitious (I don't know how much this applies to me, I prefer to just fall into things)

d. there are "hot boys" in Slytherin

So I suppose when I think about it, its not a terrible house for me. And I always joke about being evil, so I guess now it's confirmed that there's at least some element of truth to it. I like to be tricky (I'd rather trick my way out of something rather than fight my way out) and I'm extremely loyal to my friends, and super apprehensive of new people (I won't lie, I'm extremely judgmental). 

I think/know I'm taking Harry Potter too seriously.

Whirlwind

I need an excuse and my excuse is - I have just been too busy. Flat out at work (especially in the last 2 days), spending too much money (on concert/festival tickets and whatnot) and trying to sleep as much as is humanely possible. One day all this sleeping and eating will catch up with me and the fat kid inside is finally going to burst out. Until then, lets take a look-see at what I have purchased lately from Zara.

Combat jacket - because I hate carrying a purse, perspex heels - because I hate being comfortable, mesh skirt - because I don't have enough slutty things in my wardrobe.

It's mother's day soon, so I need to stop and focus my energy on my mother. Since we live on opposite sides of the world I figured I would just buy something online that would ship to Australia. Easier said than done.

my week so far

I have been lazy. Yesterday I hosted a casual dinner for my friends, but other than that, I have been very lazy lately. These are some images from my weekend through to last night (Wednesday night)

I spent Saturday lounging in the sun with beautiful friends and surrounded by equally beautiful flowers. We explored Brooklyn Botanical Gardens and frolicked amongst the newly bloomed cherry blossoms.

I also treated myself to an amazing banana cream pie.

And more recently, had a quiet Wednesday night to enjoy my new-ish candles.

endless summer

I love music. I haven't always though. My love for music is a recent development. It began when I first moved to New York in 2010. Before that, I had always had a boyfriend and I think this lack of loneliness (for lack of a better work) meant I never needed anything more to occupy my mind. Then I got an iPod (a generous gift from said boyfriend) before I moved to New York and discovered a whole new way to bide my time. 

While I never felt lonely those first few months in New York I definitely noticed "me" time becoming more prominent. Since then I have come to crave music and listening to it, alone, in my room is one of my favorite things to do. 

I won't even attempt to list my favorite bands/artists because there are just too many and I am so fickle that the list is likely to change on a daily basis. One band that I quite enjoy, however, are the Jezabels. I went to see them last night at Bowery Ballroom. It was a Tuesday night and being the grandma that I am, was apprehensive about their 10:45pm start time but they were seriously great. 

Here are some large photos for your enjoyment. I love the lighting.

 

 

I love the sudden silence and desolation after a band finishes playing. Such a stark contrast to what was happening less than a minute ago.

mondays are not so bad

I know in theory Mondays are supposed to be the worst, but I've come to notice that, for me, Mondays are not so bad. 

Maybe its the expectation that they will be so, absolutely terrible that when its finally happening you find that its not as painful as you initially expected. It could also be because I don't mind getting up early (I certainly don't love it, but I can deal with it) or maybe its because my laziness is paying off for once; I keep neglecting to install curtains on my bedroom windows. 

I'm enjoying not hating Mondays, I hope this feeling lasts.

Wearing H&M scuba tee, Uniqlo Heattech tee, All Saints dress, Country Road ballet flats