Spring Awakening

20 02 2011

Last week, I got a sneaky midday message from one of my friends who also recently started working.  She was hoping desperately that the winter weather eased up for the weekend so we could go outside, lounge in the sun and maybe plan an impromptu fishing trip.  Immediately, I was distracted from my work and was daydreaming of summers gone by with sun so blazing you couldn’t imagine it ever getting to be cold on the island.

This is a snap I took a few years ago while at lunch at Ariel Sands Hotel, which sadly no longer exists.  But ahhh, doesn’t it feel warm and relaxing and tropical?  Unfortunately, this weekend brought rain and wind and more rain.  So much so that the electricity in my house went out for a few hours, leaving me sitting on the floor in the middle of my mess grumbling and pretending to reorganise when all I really wanted to do was curl up and get back into bed.

So just a warning, folks.  I’m channelling my inner-mother nature to ensure that this Spring business starts happening soon.  And yes, that is Halloween rather than me being a lunatic on a regular day… although it’s been known to happen.  Apologies for the older photos but the camera is being wonky.  Working on fixing it up to ensure that you see the world I’m living in clearly.  Even when there’s torrential rain and clutter.  Back to the piles I go!

I’m a liar baby, but I’m back…

20 02 2011

Well, so much for my new years resolutions for 2010.  Somehow as it got a bit colder, my blog got a little lonelier and then summer gushed in and I had no time to do anything but dissertate and sunbathe.  I feel worlds away, and in many ways, I am.  I have finished  my masters degree, which means I have a whole pile of fancy letters behind my name and a shitty-paying job to show for it (MSc Media & Communications & BA Specialised Honours English, natch).  I have moved back in with my parents, which generally has been fine but it is odd readjusting to my old life at home that I haven’t lived since I was 16.  Some days, I feel just as young.

A lot of the working world are things I just wasn’t ready to face.  I’m used to being the best version of me, and there is no grading rubric to understand what went wrong when a boss tells you what you’re doing isn’t good enough.  I have weird dilemmas from what to wear to the office to how to date when being a 20-something living with my parents.

I am also finding new and interesting ways to entertain myself, since my life doesn’t revolve around school anymore.  First, I am trying to reorganise my life- mentally, physically, spiritually- the whole shebang.  I’m tackling this in a rather literal sense with a room revamp.  I’m not 16 anymore, but my decor has stayed the same for many years.  It’s time for my more mature sensibilities to be reflected in my design.  I will post some absolutely cringey before photos soon, and eventually… some zen-like, crisp after shots.  It’s hard living here because everything is much more expensive and there’s no Ikea or the likes to turn to.  Only designer or second-hand… but I have my eyes open and I am fixing my creative sights on a kind of vague vision.  I’ll be sharing that vision here.

Just a few of the dresses I need to sort through in this re-organisation of life

The second part of the life revamp is embracing my creativity.  From home DIY to sewing to interior design… I am becoming all sorts of handy.  I have this very stubborn demeanour where I am *convinced* that I will be AWESOME at dress reconstruction or painting furniture or baking a rhubarb white chocolate cake.  And while, thus far, these experiments have been more dreams and plans than actual execution… I am finally doing something about that and want to change the tenor of this blog as a documentation process of the different undertakings.  I want to tell the world about the books I’m reading, the shoes I think are drool-worthy and the changes I’m making to my life.  I know it’s pretty narcissistic to believe anyone out in the blogosphere actually would care about what I’m putting up here, but it’s theraputic and a great way to reflect back on my experiences.  With that said, I’m back, bitches!