Fashion fabulous No. 2

/ Lisa / 4 Comments

A few weeks ago, the very lovely @Ilaeria sent me this dress that she had bought that didn’t quite fit her properly so she thought that it might fit me a bit better. That it does! Although it is possibly a bit too tight, but I’ll let you all be the judge.

Although, having worn it today, I did find that it stretched a little bit with wear and became quite comfortable. I also think that I look pretty damn good. Plus Man Piece likes it. Always a bonus.

It is from an Australian store for plus size women called noXceptions and I do have to say, I quite like the store! When I do get a job, I think I *may* be spending a bit of my income on new clothes. I’m a sucker for shopping. I’m turning into such a girl.

HOW DID THAT HAPPEN!?

I paired the dress with a basic grey long sleeved top from Glassons, some black pantyhose, a coloured scarf for some jzeush and my totally amazing over-the-knee slouch boots that I got from Ezibuy, because they’re bigger in the calves. I think it will also look quite dashing if paired with heels, but I wasn’t so keen on doing that just to go to a movie.

I wore my coat over top, but I think the photos without the coat look better. I possibly shouldn’t wear that specific coat over it, but maybe try a blazer or my biker jacket (which is currently in a box somewhere between Hastings and Wellington) that may keep my waste accentuated.

With the coat and white with red stars scarf.

Without jacket (looks much better!)

With blue, black and white check scarf. I think this one looks better. Yay or nay?

So what do you guys think? Fashion win? I think it is definitely suitable for the work environment and you can dress it up or down.

I also think I would probably look better with my hair down and a bit of make-up on. But I had only being doing domestic goddess duties today and I probably would have steamed any make-up off.

Weird dreams and domestic goddess win.

/ Lisa / 1 Comment

Oh hai!

I have been mysteriously absent.

I did not mean to be, but I’m hoping now that I am set up in Wellington that there will be more regular blog posts. And hopefully I will start to meet my goal of a blog a day again. I guess I just needed a break after everything that has happened this year.

I hope to try and catch up on a few blog posts. I have an idea for a few ranty thoughts or just general thoughts that I think you’ll all find interesting, or I at least hope you would.

Today’s post though, is about my dream last night and my new status as domestic goddess.

In my dream last night, I essentially spazzed out. I completely broke and started yelling at everyone around me. The funny thing was that everyone around me was the Glee cast.

Yeah.

There was also this bit that after I had spazzed, I was driving around trying to find a Mitre 10 or The Warehouse and I could see Mitre 10, but I couldn’t seem to find the road that got me to Mitre 10, so I ended up settling for going to The Warehouse for what I needed.

But it was kind of the same thing, I struggled to find the entrance. I found it eventually and got lost in the store. But then my parents turned up trying to convince me to leave or helping me find what I needed, which was a set of plastic draws. I honestly don’t know.

I found a set that was adequate for what I wanted. Which was to just pack up a whole heap of school notes etc. and went to buy it, but struggled to find the checkout.

In trying to find the checkout, Man Piece popped up, but I kind of ignored him and carried on with what I was doing and he just started following me.

Once I got there I found I had forgotten my wallet, so I put the draws down and left to go find my car and get my wallet. But in the process Mum and Dad offered to pay and so did Man Piece.

But I was already gone, trying to find my car, which I couldn’t find. I had forgotten where I parked it.

Which is when I broke down in tears and Man Piece came to comfort me.

So yeah, weird dream was weird. I can see some parallels to my life currently popping up, but I would actually like to know what it all means. And why I keep having bat shit crazy dreams.

After I had gotten over that, I became the #geekflat domestic goddess. I made pumpkin, kumera and peanut soup and fudge. I didn’t get around to making brownies because the soup actually took a long time. Totally worth it though. Man Piece and I ate it with some artisan par-baked bread which I had finished off in the oven. So delicious. And there’s left overs for lunches and possibly another meal. Win.

In other news, I also have a job interview tomorrow. I’m not saying too much now, but I will keep you all posted with developments.

Today has been a day of winning for me. I like these days. They make me feel so much better in myself.
Except I did cut my finger on the sweetened condensed milk can while I was scraping the leftover stuff on the side to eat. That was a bit of a fail. Now my finger hurts and I can’t bend it.

Oh well. We move on.

It’s all about change.

/ Lisa / 1 Comment

I decided to start going through some of my journalism school stuff.

Partly because I really needed to find my shorthand book to brush up on it, but also because it’s been sitting there since the end of 2009 waiting for me to do something about it.

There’s not much that would benefit me now from the notes that I’ve kept, because I’ve been out doing the job. But there are things that I’ve decided to keep just in case I do need to brush up on some stuff.

For example, I haven’t done any court reporting since I was in the course. I’ve now found my notes and if I do finally get a job and end up doing some court reporting (because that would be awesome. I love sitting in court) I can just refresh, type thing.

When I came upon my court notes I actually had a thought of going and sitting in the District Court for a few days. I wouldn’t necessarily write anything for publication, but it could be a worthwhile exercise to brush up those skills.

I also fancy going and sitting in Parliament. Now that I probably could write about.

In going through all my notes I came upon the realisation that I missed out on a lot because of my depression. I passed the course and I did well. I had nothing but positive feedback from my tutors. But it was a lot of little things. I didn’t put 100 per cent effort into things because, for me, I just couldn’t. I kind of regret that now. Not getting the help I needed when I first needed it, but waiting till I was in the most stressful year of my life. Even then, I didn’t receive the proper help or the necessary time to essentially heal.

I did the course, I passed the course, but I floated through it like a ghost. And I’m starting to think that that is my downfall in getting a job.

Maybe I just wasn’t dedicated enough, or put in enough effort. But the fact is that I loved it. The course and the people helped me through. I need to write to feel sane. When I’m on my meds and I’m working at something I love, I feel normal. Currently, I don’t feel so normal. I feel like I’m floating through life, with no real purpose. Not doing anything significant.

I had all these plans after high school. I was going to get out of Hastings and out of New Zealand and never come back. But here I am, living with my parents again and haven’t set foot offshore since I was 12 years old.

It’s all about to change. I’m essentially moving to Wellington on Wednesday, with possible plans to move to Australia at the start of next year. But to do this I need a job. I want a job where I get to write, where I get to do something I love and do something that makes me feel normal. I just don’t know how to get that. I don’t know why people don’t want to hire me and I don’t know how to get the job that I want. I’ve started losing hope in ever finding a job in the journalism industry even though that’s the thing I want most in this world.

This post has deteriorated a bit. I guess that’s what happens when I don’t blog in awhile. Or just get writing. The words just end up writing themselves. They flow. I am the master of the written rant.

Can I has?

/ Lisa

Not in the mood to really write anything today, so these are a few things I have seen today that I think would be cool to have.

A sort of “favourite things”.

First a couple links to some *awesome* shoes that I saw today, which I really want, but probably can never have. Well… *maybe* the boots.

The boots and the heels.

I want red boots! Alas, the heels are probably too expensive.

Now for pictures!

This umbrella. It’s totally wicked. Look at all the funny colourful blobs

A room made out of books. How cool is that!?

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Literary cuffs. This would be so cool. I can think of many quotes I would gladly have on one of these.

Super Mario tote bag. No more needs to be said.

A hugging ghost ring. Nawwwwwwwwww.

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Crayon rings. Best invention ever.

A wittle cute puppy dog to have lub and cuddles with. And kisses. Nawwww.

And a cute little kitteh boom to write humorous LOLcat sayings about.

Veni, Vidi, Vici.

/ Lisa

I came, I saw, I conquered.

The hill that is.

The hill that Man Piece lives up.

I have determined that it is not the hill that is the problem, but it is the way I breathe that makes it really hard.

I have asthma, so I have a tendency to breathe quite heavily, but it doesn’t always seem to get oxygen to the right parts and my lungs start to constrict. Fun times!

Anyway… I’ve been trying to control my breathing while walking up the hill – keeping it slow and steady. But today, I decided to take a couple breaks equidistant from the last. I used the power poles to measure. Every second pole I stopped and took several deep breathes to slow down my breathing again.

And it helped A LOT.

I feel I managed to get up the hill a lot quicker and once I got back to #geekflat I wasn’t as dead as I usually am. I was actually fairly normal.

I might also be getting used to it. Man Piece tends to make me walk up it a lot. Hmph.

The dreaded hill, from geel flat.

The dreaded hill, from geek flat.