I have splendidly come across three pleated, midi skirts from the same op shop in Chatswood, on two separate occasions. The long straight pleats, large size, but savior (= elastic band) are generously aiding in making me appear as a frumpy grandma...yet to decide if that is a good thing. Wore this to uni then noms at Aussie/Jap fusion Cafe Ish. My food shot didn't do the delicious soft shell crab omelette justice, so I'll have to save that for later. A day ended with an interesting train ride, let's just say some looks were shared with a not so shabby passenger.
What do you do when the rain is being mental? You go home and eat cereal out of the box after 12 (am), you stress out watching Greys even though you're not following it, you put your hands in your underarms...inside your clothes to keep you warm, you take photos of objects in your house, you watch Step Brothers on TV even though you've got it on DVD, and then eventually it's the next day and you complain about yesterdays weather, ...or you complain about people complaining about the weather.
Ok you is me, but I don't want to say 'I' a gazillion times. Then you do it again the next day (slightly skewed).
The most bazaar experience to start my blogging adventure...seconds after we took a few pictures in the city, a homeless lady proceeded to chuck food at me. No joke. Well she attempted to anyways and quite stupidly her grapes are now on the floor. Fool.How crazy, but nonetheless, hilarious.