Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known

I think I should make it clear to the Universe that I am very much back on earth now, thanks to recent developments, and that no further reminders of the cruel reality I live in are required.

After a couple of weeks of waiting, I got an email back from my teacher. “Yay”, I thought. How wrong I was…

In my last email I asked if there was anything I should prepare before my arrival, it’s a standard question I usually ask before a prac, and the standard response has always been “Oh no! Don’t worry about anything, we’ll talk about it once you start and feel comfortable with everything”. That response is good, it works for me. This time, I got a different response. A response that basically outlines that I am going to be organizing a month long Jump Rope for Life program, with a  demonstration for the parents at the end of it all. Plus, a multi age science unit looking at energy/motion as well as a term long physical activity program to be implemented every day for half an hour.

Ummm…what?!

Then I had the terrible realisation that this is teaching. This is what I am going to be doing as a job, so that’s why I have to do it all this time. No hand holding, no watered down version, just plain out teaching. It’s incredibly obvious that the cruisey, handed-to-you-on-a-silver-platter, half assed experiences of previous pracs are very much over and done with and now you have to step up. My immediate reaction was for my stomach to drop out, convince myself that I can’t possibly do any of that, and start shaking like a leaf (loser, much?). After I stopped panicking (thanks Zoloft!) I realized that I can actually do all that. It won’t be super easy, but it’s absolutely within my capabilities. I also realized that this is what will happen when I am a teacher. I am going to have to teach things I don’t like or am not confident with, but I have to make them work.

I still feel like throwing up in my mouth a little bit, but god dammit, I am going to rock this. I am going to make the best damn skipping display the world had ever seen, I am going to invite everyone in town and their friends and these kids are going to rock everyone’s socks…whether they want it or not (who knew I had latent stage parent tendancies?!) As for my science unit, it’s going to be the funnest science unit in the universe, because just because science can be a little bit shit it doesn’t mean I have to teach it that way. I am going to work my ass off to make this an entirely stellar experience! I am not even going for the official interview at the end of it all to qualify for a job with Education Queensland, but I am still going to impress the pants off my teacher and the rest of the school and community.

I guess this is one of those sink or swim occasions. I am sure it is very intentional on the part of uni and the schools to absolutely throw us into the deep end and see who has the ability (and desire) to thrash around madly and do everything possible to survive and those who realize it’s all too hard and just sink.

Swimming is for suckers, I am going to walk on fucking water!

It wasn’t sitting at a travel agent’s desk that made it real.

It wasn’t seeing my printed itinerary that made it real.

It wasn’t paying $500 towards the cost of my flight that made it real.

It wasn’t walking away from the travel agent with a print off outlining my flight times.

It was chatting to Best on gmail, who said to me “You have your MOVE TO EUROPE BOOKED”.

HOLY SHIT

I have….I have booked it! I am moving countries! Me! Boring Jen who does ordinary things is moving to LONDON. I know exactly what time I am leaving, I know which flight number I am going on! I suspect this might be the crash back into reality I had been desperately hoping for.

I am tempted to run into the middle of our street and scream with elation, but I am lazy and I fear our neighbours may not be quite as excited as I am.

Want to know the most effective way to prepare for a stint in the Outback? Book a one way ticket out of the country. It does the job nicely!

168 sleeps

Well, tomorrow has gone and become a rather interesting day for a number of reasons.

The plan was to work half the day and then go and get a haircut in the afternoon. Nothing too out of the ordinary, my haircut will be a bit exciting because it’s the first time I will get a new style in a while, not to mention the first time I’ll have a completely bare neck in ages. However, a haircut is just a haircut. Work is just work.

What is out of the ordinary, however, is going to a travel agent and booking a return flight to London. That will be something new. I was chatting to Best this afternoon and she asked if I booked my ticket yet. This is a question I get asked frequently, but seeing as September is a long ways off I normally just brush it off and not really give it another thought. Turns out September isn’t really that far away and Best demanded I book my ticket immediately. So I’m going to. Clearly Best made a wise choice in becoming a lawyer, when she talks, people listen.

I don’t have a lazy two grand to drop on a flight, which was part of my hesitation in booking flights. I had a few hundred in saving but my enormous Virgin bill that I couldn’t get out of paying, plus a number of weeks of very scarce employment has seen me unwillingly dip into the account for a few things leaving me with just over $500. Best advised me that you can pay off tickets, so I don’t need to have all of the cash right this second for it. Which is awesome, because I don’t.

*vom*

I am dealing with all of this stuff, but only just. It still feels incredibly surreal. I leave for two months in just a couple of weeks, I am booking a ticket that lets me hop on a plane and fly far, far away. Have you ever had a really crazy head cold and been so high on medicine that even though you are aware of what is happening around you, it all seems crazy and dream like? That’s how I feel at the moment. Like I am floating a few inches off the ground and I desperately want to come back down, just to make sense of it all. I understand it all on paper, I understand that it is costing me tonnes, I understand that I will be a graduate. I totally get all of that. I cannot, however, wrap my head around packing to go out to the bush, not seeing my friends or family, or anyone I know and love for two months. I cannot understand being an hour’s drive from the nearest mini supermarket or six hours from the nearest shopping center. I really can’t fathom that.

• Ugh! I am all chocolated out. Despite recieving only a single egg for Easter there has been chocolate at every turn for the past four days. I love Easter because it’s the only time, aside from Christmas, that you can start the day with chocolate and no one bats an eyelid. Good times. My favorite jean shorts are telling me that I have had enough chocolate this Easter and if I continue to indulge, they’ll be forced to give me a muffin top. Point taken. The idea of eating more chocolate at the moment makes me want to throw up in my mouth, so I think I am cured for a couple of months.
• I finally know what I want to be when I grow up. I want to be Agyness Deyn. I think she is so amazingly beautiful that it’s almost beyond comprehension. I don’t want to date her, I fear be able to only stare at someone in awe is not conducive to a productive relationship, I just want to be her. She has awesome hair, beautiful eyes, amazing style, awesome friends and she just looks like she’s a really fun, happy person. All of the shots of her backstage at shows are of her smiling or being silly posing or just chilling out with her ipod, there are none of her looking drug-fucked or giving the stink eye to the press, she is just being lovely. Also, she has a beautiful figure. Being a model she is, of course, a total string bean but she is a well proportioned string bean. She doesn’t look hungry or malnourished, she just looks perfectly natural. I simply adore her. I’ve seen her thousands of times in magazines and things and never taken much notice but I saw a picture of her the other day and realized the error of my ways. Don’t you think she is breath taking?! She seems to polarize people, some people think she’s truly stunning and others thing she’s extraordinarily average. What say you? Seriously, Google her, your eyes will thank you.
• I am working every day this week. It will be quite a novelty, both in terms of going to work four days of the week and getting paid for working so many hours. It has been quite a while since I have been so cashed up. It might just go into the tattoo fund.
• Speaking of tattoos, I would like a half sleeve. Not now, not anytime in the immediate future, but I’d like to get one. I would get a Dia de los Muertos (Day of the Dead) themed one which would incorporate the sugar skulls I wanted on my feet. Dia de los Muertos is a celebration of people who have died, so I think it would be a nice way to celebrate the people I have lost in a really vibrant and positive way, rather than getting a traditional memorial tattoo. I should be banned from watching Miama Ink or LA Ink. Watching all these people get amazing, huge, colorful tattoos doesn’t not much to extinguish my desire for more tattoos.
• Still on tattoos, I was talking to a certain someone on Facebook about tattoos and things and she mentioned that she’d be down with me being a turban wearing, tattooed person with a pair of matching French Bulldogs. I got carried away with this and I imagined my ideal life! This may not be very exciting to anyone else, but I have never had that vision. I have never been able to imagine my future, I never had an idea of being married, or what my ideal house would be, or how I would like to live or any of that. I kind of just strung together bits and pieces of what everyone else wanted and tried to want that, but now I know! I want to be the tattooed, turban wearing hippy with a pair of matching dogs, and I want an awesome wife who is also a bit of a hippy and we will live in a cool little villa or apartment with a roof terrace and grow herbs. And I will be a teacher at an independent/alternative school or a designer/store owner and she will also be a teacher, or maybe a vegetarian chef or something else spectacular that will compliment my skill set and we’ll have a home filled with beautiful kitschy stuff and have mismatched dinner plates and our friends will drop in to have chai outside with us at our little table in the sun. We will only have our furkids and drive a hybrid car. We will go on awesome adventures overseas and fill our home with treasures from all over. Our friends will have us babysit their kids and they’ll look forward to coming over because we make fun desserts for them like Freddos set in jelly, and they’ll have the dogs to play with and we do fun art stuff with them and we’ll let them stay up late watching SpongeBob, snuggled under a quilt that I made on the couch. THAT is absolutely what I want, I can see it now. I can imagine our lounge room layout, I can see our dogs (Nancy and Beatrix), I can feel our warm outdoor space. It’s pretty much every feeling I have ever wanted to have in my life and now it has been gelled with an idea, I can see it now. It is SO exciting.
• I spoke to Wifey the other day, one of the girls she met recently and has been hanging out with a fair bit confessed to her that she has a big crush and would really like to be involved with Wifey because hanging out with her as friends is becoming too difficult. Wifey thinks she is totally awesome and fun but doesn’t want a relationship right now. I told Wifey she really needs to stop having girls fall in love with her because she is leaving a string of broken hearts. I’ve seen this particularly girl’s pics on Facebook and she is stunning. I probably should call her a lady because she’s 38 but looks like she is only 30 and has the most amazing bone structure I’ve ever seen. I told Wifey I should go out with her so we can be rejects together. I kind of feel sorry for Wifey, it would be hard to have the people you love as friends falling for you and subsequently deciding they can’t hang with you so much anymore. She is flirty, particularly when drunk, but I know for sure she does not go out of her way to lure in the ladies, she is just one of those people and it seems I’m not the only one who feels that way.
• And I’m spent…

I’ve decided, on a whim, to cut off all my hair. It’s so fucking itchy at the moment! I don’t have lice or fleas or anything other infestation but I spent today at my aunt and uncle’s place in the hinterlands and we spent a bit of a time walking through their jungle yard and watching their dogs and cat play in their creek and I suspect mosquitoes or some other winged, biting insects have just bitten my scalp and hairline. It driving me absolutely mental, not to mention it has so much product it in from last nights faux hawk. I could wash it, but then I might not have anything to whine about. So anyways, I’m cutting off my mullet and having my sidies trimmed as well as an overall tidy up. I just have too much hair and it’s shitting me and now that it’s all itchy I just want it gone.

Taming my hair down will also help me feel more like a teacher. I can be a little reserved when it comes to pracs, especially the first couple of weeks and I find it really helpful if I try and be “Teacher Jen” who wears teachers clothes and looks and behaves like a teacher. At uni they always drum into us that teaching is 90% performance art and 10% actual learning, if you can’t captivate your auidence you are pretty much dead in the water. So faking the “Teacher Jen” persona for a little while until I get into the groove of things until I can do it on my own helps me, and “Teacher Jen” has a pretty normal hairstyle.

Bestie would probably prefer her wedding photos to be mullet free, and I can’t say I will be thrilled to look back in 20 years time and think “Gosh, I was rocking a killer mullet back in the day, I’m glad I kept that for the wedding”. It’s not too difficult to re-grow should I miss it terribly and so long as I still have enough hair to make my faux hawk when I need it, I’ll be ok.

(I dedicate that part of my post to Adam, because he thinks I don’t talk about my hair nearly enough

My most recent other decision I’ve made on a whim relates to heels. As a rule, I don’t wear heels. I am pretty close to being 6′ tall as it is so gaining extra height isn’t so much an issue for me, plus I am terribly unco, plus I am scared of looking like a tranny being so tall, with short hair, wearing heels. It’s only now, after the brain candy, that I’ve realized there is no reason I can’t wear heels. I don’t actually look remotely guy-ish. I have a girly face, a girly haircut, a fairly sizeable rack and a curvy, girl figure, I would have to be one of the best drag queens around if I was really a guy and looked like this. The unco-ness is still an issue, but I could learn, plenty of unintelligent people get around on heels so I figure as a reasonably bright person I could work it out. I tried on some gorgeous heels on Saturday, I regret not getting them quite badly. One pair was a size too large so they were slipping off my feet but they were absolutely gorgeous, thick heeled, black suede with a peep toe and a little bow across the top. The other ones were kind of silver, platform, gladiator sandals with a bunch of criss crossed straps over the top of the foot. Entirely impractical for day to day wear, but gorgeous and very hard to fall off because of all the straps. Being receptive to the heel has opened up a whole new world of shoe shopping…because thats exactly what I need…more encouragement to buy shoes.

My final whim relates to dresses. I found one I really like on Etsy. I’m not really into the light colored fabric, or the fact it’s $130, but the overall style (except a less full skirt) and decoration on the neckline are tickling my fancy. I am going to have a bash at making something like that tomorrow. I have no place to wear a fancy dress like that, especially for the next couple of months, but that’s alright. It will probably take me that long to get it to a state that I like it!

Hope you’ve been having a rocking long weekend. Hooray for the Easter Bunny!! What have you done with your time off? Made any decisions of a whim this weekend, or is that just me!?

• I was going to post about my first appointment with the psychologist, but I don’t feel like it just now. I won’t be going back, she just doesn’t do it for me.
• I called Centrelink the oher day. I think finding some boy juice and producing an illegitimate child and becoming a single mother would be less time and effort than attempting to get any sort of payment as a “part time” student. The lady on the phone even got mad at me for answering questions too quickly! After almost 24.5 years of life I am abslutely certain I do not have a disability, nor am I from Indigenous or Torres Strait Islander heritage, I don’t need time to pause and think about it. That’s it, I am writing to old mate Kev. We go way back, he has to listen to me. They want more teachers? They need to throw a whole lot more money our way, that is how you’ll get people sticking with an education degree.
• I was talking to a guy at uni (the only guy in our graduating class mis year this year, I believe) about tattoos yesterday and he has circle tattoos! I wanted to get circles behind each ear but someone told me I can’t have circles because they are “nothing” but he has three tattoos down his hip and they are awesome. He showed me some of his other tattoos and he was just really good to talk to about them. I have come to realize that you either get it, or you don’t. I am surprised at how many people don’t get it and are very unwilling to even consider that some people would like having tattoos. I have always liked tattoos, a picture you get to how with you forever, what is not to like!? Having some ink under my skin doesn’t make me a thug or a criminal or a skank, it makes me a person with a tattoo. I am going to get my circles done next, I wanted them from the very get go and they look as awesome as I thought they would. I am also seriously considering getting my first one added onto. I still like it a bunch, but it just feels too small. I drew over it just now and it turns into a compass really nicely. A compass would be cool, because of the whole traveling thing. Definitely something I am going to seriously consider, and I’d love to add some color into it as well. I still want to keep the star theme, but I think I’d have a pair one on the back of each ankle…like I was originally considering. The lesson in all of this: go with your gut feeling, it’s always right.
• I have become rather Zen about all the uni business now. I am so ready to be done, actually. I am so ready to go in to a class and be a teacher. I do actually know my shit, I am actually good with the wee ones, I would actually be a good teacher, so dammit, I’ve got nothing to worry about. I’m gonna go out there, teach my pants off and do an awesome job. Then I’m going to come home, make a boat load of cash, spend a lot of time loving up my friends and then I am going to go to London and be awesome there too. God damn anyone who says otherwise (not that anyone does, it’s all me, but I actually believe in myself now). Time to step up and be a grown up.
• I’ve been eating badly lately and it’s made me feel shitty. I don’t even recall what I’ve eaten in the past week which leads me to believe it has been 1) not much and 2) nothing very decent. I remember eating sandwiches and grapes, and rice at uni yesterday. I have been painfully tired in the past few days, like waking up exhausted and being ready for bed again at about 2pm, paired with it being the special time of the month I think I am getting a bit deficient. Time to step up with the Berocca for a couple of days and eat like a grown up and not a pre-schooler.
• I am going to upload a bunch of photos soon. I have some pictures of my turbans (totally my new favorite thing, I am madly in love) and I am going to photograph all my shoes because I liked it so much when Enny did it. I am going to do it all on Flickr and save the hassle of uploading them here, don’t fret, I will post links. Did it! No turban pics yet, just shoes. I need to leave a little bit of suspense!
• Yay for four day weekends!! Thank you EasterBunny!!

I’ve over my pity party. I had a totally shit day at work, bought chocolate on the way home but it had gone feral (like all white and weird, you know how it does that? so I chucked it) and decided that I’d open the bottle of Muscato I had in the fridge. Wise move, one glass was the perfect amount to take the edge off and bring everything back to a happy place.

MY GHD also arrived this morning, I am finally able to appreciate how awesome it is after the wine, before the wine I was indifferent to it. I like having straight hair and I like knowing that I won’t require a whip and a stool to tame it into submission tomorrow morning before uni. Yay. I am fine with going on prac again now as well. I have decided to make a little lap quilt for my new house mate lady. It’s kind of hard to buy a gift for someone I won’t know well, not everyone drinks wine, fresh flowers aren’t particularly easy to come by in the outback and beauty products are a little bit over done so I figured most people would appreciate the effort involved with making a quilt, plus a small one can be throw over a coffee table or the back of the couch or even hung on the wall. It’s quite a simple one and I hope to knock it over this long weekend, undecided if I’ll quilt it myself or just do the piecing.

Anyways, to make up for my sad-sackery of today, here is a super fun meme!
Here are the rules:

• Pick 15 of your favorite movies
• Go to IMDb and find a quote for each of the movies
• Post them here for everyone to guess
• Strikeout when someone correctly guesses in the comments, put who guessed it and the movie
• No Googling or using IMDb

1.

“Look at these earrings. I’ll be the envy of every girl at prom…. Not like that was in jeopardy or anything.”

2.

“Oh, you crazy bitch! “

“Yeah, keep running! “ Ali wins, this is 50 First Dates!

3.

“For me, it’s like I’ve just given birth to my own baby girl, except she’s like a big giant girl who smokes and says “shit” a lot. You know?” Magic Bellybutton wins, this is Romy and Michelle’s!

4.

“Shit, Miss Mary, I ain’t the only one who don’t got no root.”

“Andre, we don’t use profanity or double negatives here at True Directions.” Jac wins, this is But I’m a Cheerleader!

5.

“Listen, I’m a big supporter of fixing potholes and erecting swing sets and building shelters. I am *more* than happy to pay those taxes. I’m just not such a big fan of the percentage that the government uses for national defense, corporate bailouts, and campaign discretionary funds. So, I didn’t pay those taxes. I think I sent a letter to that effect with my return.” Jac wins, this is Stranger Than Fiction!

6.

“You should’ve gone to China, you know, ’cause I hear they give away babies like free iPods. You know, they pretty much just put them in those t-shirt guns and shoot them out at sporting events. Enny wins, this was Juno!

7.

“I caught you a delicious bass Jac wins, this is Napoleon Dynamite!

8.

“Well, you know Gloria, she’s impetuous. Has to have what she wants, when she wants it. We had to give her a sweet sixteen on her thirteenth birthday! “ Enny wins, this is Wedding Crashers!

9.

“Me? I’m scared of everything. I’m scared of what I saw, I’m scared of what I did, of who I am, and most of all I’m scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life the way I feel when I’m with you.” Miss A wins, it’s Dirty Dancing!

10.

“First it was butter then it was sugar and white flour, bacon, eggs, balogna, rock ‘n roll, motorcycles. Then! It was celebrating Christmas on a day in September when you knew it wouldn’t be commercialized! What else are you gonna ban? Magic Bellybutton wins, this is Almost Famous!

11.

“How would you like to go through life with the name Cooper Banks-Mackenzie? The kid’s gonna sound like a law firm.” Amanda wins, it’s Father of the Bride2

12.

“Miss Stoeger, I would just like to say that physical education in this school is a disgrace. I mean, standing in line for forty minutes is hardly aerobically effective. I doubt I’ve worked off the calories in a stick of Carefree gum.” Jac wins, this is Clueless!

13.

“If you’re from Africa, why are you white? “
“Oh my God, Karen, you can’t just ask people why they’re white. “ Jac wins, this is Mean Girls!

14.

“You can’t fight what we had together. “
“Justin, it was one night. It was a massive mistake. I was drunk out of my mind. You could have been a donkey! “ Magic Bellybutton wins, this is Death at a Funeral!

15.

“Just a little bit louder, because this song is intended for humans, okay? Way Back Into Love, take two.”Lulu wins, this is Music and Lyrics.

I called my teacher this morning. I emailed her early last week but didn’t get a reply so I thought I should follow up on it. She was really nice and lovely and all, but I am pretty much ready to crawl back into bed and cry for the rest of today, for the following reasons:

• The entire term is going to be spent on ANZAC day. That in itself is OK, I need to do some major studying about it because although I know what it is all about, I need to know it inside and out. Not to mention there will be 40 Vietnam veterans visiting the school for the ANZAC day celebrations, so I need to know everything just to be respectful!
• I am not staying my little shearing shed, but a house in town with another lady. She works in another town and I gather she’d gone during the week and at home on weekends. I was really looking forward to living alone. My teacher also hinted that I should offer some sort of rent/board for staying there as well as keeping everything tidy and cooking for myself. Even at $50/wk it’s still going to work out to be about $400 while I am out there, which is shit because that strikes an almost fatal blow to my London savings. I have no problems with keeping everything tidy and all that, but I just hope the lady wants to live with someone else for 2 months, I would hate to feel like I am imposing for such a long time. Just hearing that she wants me to cook and keep everything tody just gives me the impression she doesn’t really want me to affect her house/lifestyle in any way.
• I admitted to my teacher that I didn’t know something. It’s a new assessment framework that is being implemented this year in schools and uni has touched on it but sort of explained that it’s new and something we should know for when we are teachers but it’s still being rolled out for the moment so not to be too caught up in it. The teacher asked if I knew what it was, and I said no (because I didn’t know it’s proper name that she referred to it by) but that I’ll make sure I know it inside out by next week. She laughed (in a nice way) and said how so many uni students were coming out with no idea of things like that and how we should be covering that stuff. At uni they pretty much beat into us that we must know everything about everything and God help us if we tell our teachers we don’t know something. I am terrified now that she’ll think I don’t know anything I am meant to know and will be doubting my ability. If I was going to do the EQ interview I am reasonably confident I would have already been given a bad rating in her mind because most Principals say they are sure of the rating they’ll give to a student after about two days of prac. I will mention next time I speak to her that I am familiar with the elements of the framework but that I didn’t know the technical term for it (which is all true) so hopefully that will restore some faith.

I am going to move on from my pity party quite soon. I am going to put it long hours at uni this week to get up to scratch on the things I should know inside and out. It’s hard but possible, and so long as it is possible I am going to make it happen. I figure that I will bring a gift for the first day I arrive at this lady’s house so we get off on a good foot, and any addittional tips on being an exemplary house guest would be welcome.  I suppose living with someone I may or may not get on with is practice for London flat sharing anyways, right? Plus, living in a house means I will have proper walls and a real bedroom (I guess) as well as possibly even a TV to watch and maybe even Internet, plus I will be able to walk to school. Any help in finding the silver lining on all of this would be much appreciated.

• Right now D’Daddy has chosen to watch an extremely depressing polar bear documentary. Basically the polar bears don’t have any place to live because so much ice is melting or anything to eat in their natural environments and no one wants them to come close to towns when they go looking for food and if they do go into a community, they might get shot. Fun. I hate watching nature documentaries, I like animals but I can’t bear to watch as the mother animals eat or rejects her babies, or when some sweet creature gets eaten by something larger. I know it happens all the time and that’s just part of being in the food chain but I still really hate to watch it. Yes, I am a big sissy girl, thanks for asking.
• Best has insisted I give Etsy another go as she dislikes the checkout process on MadeIt. I am torn, I love Etsy but it’s a little bit like eBay in the sense that you have to be selling something terribly unique or extremely cheap for it to stand out, otherwise it gets lost in the millions of other products. I do like that Etsy facilitates the transactions more than MadeIt, and the fact there is a feedback function. I think I might chuck a few things up and see how they fare, previously our shitty Aussie dollar made it harder to compete with the U.S sellers but now we are catching up it’s not quite as bad. I don’t really have much to lose I guess?
• I spent $120 online yesterday. Essentially I shouldn’t have, but I did. I got two big handbags, a wallet, two pairs of sunglasses and a turban for $80 though and the rest was on shipping. I am a bit chuffed with that, I’ll post when it all arrives and let you know whether it’s worth it, I suspect it was. Really, as if you’d get all of that for $80 in Australia, unless you were shopping on Boxing Day or at one of those shitty kiosk shops selling cheap makeup and sunglasses.
• Yeah, I bought a turban. I’ve decided they are my newest thing. Gala wears them sometimes, but she also has fantastic style and awesome blue hair so pulling off the whole “creative look” is clearly not an issue for her. When I was at the markets yesterday buying my crack cupcakes from the newest girl I may or may not be in love with, I noticed she was wearing a turban and looking very sweet, so inspired by this “normal” person also pulling off the turban thing I decided I could do it too. I made a couple of mini turbans today, more of a head wrap than a full head covering, I’d like to think of them as the baby step into turban wearing. My hair is particularly shit at the moment so after my GHD arrives I will post some pictures.
• So I love the cupcake girl because I am painfully addicted to her cupcakes and come Saturday each week I am hanging for my next fix. If I can only fit into a muu-muu in six months time, it’s all her fault. This weekend I was holding my haloumi roll (which may or may not also contribute to my future in muu-muus) she asked if it was a hotdog and I told her it wasn’t a hotdog but a haloumi roll. She squealed and her eyes got big and demanded to know where to get one because she adores haloumi…it might have been at that point that stopped listening and was imagining our turban wearing, cupcake and haloumi eating life together, but I told her wear to get one, told her it would change her life and slipped away into the crowd, cause I am cool lame like that.
• The guy got back to me about Uke lessons, so, yay. Jake Shimabukuro, watch yourself.

I finally did a big-ish update in my store. It’s a bit overdue but I finally got to it. I’ve sewn a bunch of wallets this week but I kept one for myself, one for Jac and D’Mummy even took on, so it didn’t leave too many more to be listed but I put four up and there is three left to go. I am going to issue a bit of a throw down…you won’t know what you did without one of these wallets. You know how you have all those little bits and pieces rolling around in the bottom of your handbag, like Panadol, bandaids, pens, safety pins, sugar satchels and a whole bunch of other stuff? Well, this wallet will fix all that for you. It has a bunch of little pouches so you can tuck all your little treasures away and they’ll be kept safe and sound (and tidy) in one little wallet! D’Mummy has filled hers with good tea bags to keep in her desk at work so she can have nice tea instead of shitty office kitchen tea, so you can really use it however you like.

I put a permanent link to the store in my sidebar so you can go visit any time you like without having to wait for me to link it in an entry. Go now!!

In other news, the fabric samples I sent to Best are good and she has found “the fabric” and I will go back an buy a tonne of it soon. I am glad I did good, I love being useful.  I also helped with some flower stuff and decorating ideas too, yay! Weddings are so, so fun to help organize! I am really looking forward to it, it is going to be so great.

I am going to lay off the sewing for a little while I think. I have a fair bit of stock now and I need to start selling some before I make anymore, plus I can barely move my right hand. My nub pain has spread and now every bone in the back of my hand and wrist just aches. It don’t think hours of hand sewing and pinning in the past few days has done it any favors so I am going to lay off for a couple of days and see if that helps. It sucks, it hurts so bad to swivel my wrist around and I can’t grip anything tightly. Stupid bones.

I suspect I have to go to work today. Boooooooooo.