I have a bit of a confession to make...I am not in love Melbourne. Alex calls me ungrateful and she is right. I don't not like it but well, I don;t love it like I am supposed to. Maybe I have travelling fatigue as I have lived in so many different places and I am hopelessly in love with Cape Town and London and even Perth to an extent because it holds my two greatest loves being my family and an incredible coastline.
The truth is, I have never given Melbs a chance. I came here depressed and was depressed for the last two years. Yawn! I know! Another depressed creative right? I hate to be a cliche but not even I can escape being generalised. I enjoy it here and I have made some incredible friends and I don't even hate the weather so it's not that. I literally have not made the effort because there is no reason why I shouldn't love this incredible city. The rest of Australia adore it! It is like everyone's sweetheart. As far as music, art, food, fashion and architecture go, Melbourne is the one.
Lately, I have been watching a lot of Woody Allen flicks and I have been inspired by the weird little twerp. No, I don't want to move to New York...I'm not that predictable. What I do want to do though, is have a love affair with my city just like he does. So today, instead of using my car or getting the tram back from the city I decided to walk. There was method to my madness because I had a brownie for breakfast and I could do with the exercise.
Now that everyone has an iPhone and instagram everyone is also a photographer...including myself. And I will be using these tools to document this burgeoning love affair. I urge you to try and find the silver linings in your own city if you can't travel. Trust me, they're everywhere! You just have to pay attention.
I have been going out a lot, even when I don't really feel like it because I am feeling as though I may be missing out on opportunities if I don't. Not really a fear of missing out all together but more because I am trying to suck the most out of day like I do when I get to the end of a tube of toothpaste. I just want my moneys worth I guess.
About 2 weeks ago we did have a particularly good weekend and I decided to haul ass to Bunnings and get some of that Jasmine that smells so wonderful. I also bought a yellow watering can that is pretty shit but it looks cool and thats what counts and yes that is a camo broom. It looks like I am spending money willy nilly but I assure you I am not! Broom = $2 from Victoria Street, Watering Can = $5 and Jasmine + $10 for two pots....great courtyard = priceless. I have put myself on a serious budget actually because I have decided to become a grown up and actually stay put for once and invest in furniture and maybe even a house....eek. Just typing that made me bust out into hives.
I have taken this budget to new heights by purchasing a box of wine. $14.00 for 4 litres yo! And it doesn't taste like balsamic one little bit! I am not going to sit here and pretend that I know my wine because I don't. I just know what tastes good and what doesn't and this tastes just fine for 15 bones. Plus how can you turn down the extremely sophisticated aesthetic of it perched on top of your fridge guarded by Posh Spice? I know, you can't.
This is my living room from the same weekend I copped the Jasmine. Yeah I know I went on about how shit the weather is but this weekend was a complete fluke! Eurgh, I've spoken about the weather for like 10 minutes now, where the fuck do I think I am? England?!
This was me today changing my sheets and pretending it was warm outside. How good are clean sheets? How boring is this post so far? How good is that skirt? I bought it in 2001 in Leicester, UK from the Indian markets and its still going strong! Look at Elvis peeking over my shoulder...oh hai boo!
This is my little monochrome collage I started in my living room. When I used to travel heaps I used to buy black and white postcards. I bought the John Lennon one in New York in 2002, the lady putting on her stockings is from Paris, the man on top of the Empire State Building from New York obvs, the weird black and white line thingo from Auckland Art Gallery in New Zealand only a few months ago and the bottom right is the bridge in Lisbon. In the middle is a photograph of my nan and her dad on her wedding day. I love black and white. I always dream of an all white errrthang house with lots of clean lines and a big white fluffy sofa and bed to match but then the little 'ol thing called my personality comes into play and bursts of colour make their way into everything.
Such as this outfit. Wait! That is actually predominately black and white...oh well, you know what I mean. The other day someone wrote about me on their blog and they called me 'visually bonkers' haha! Lord, I hope she was talking about my clothes and not my face. I have worn these low black chucks to death but Converse is the little black dress of the shoe world. Converse All Star till I die.
Look at this rose I saw two Sundays ago! It is so near perfection it doesn't even look real. It looks like it should be on top of a wedding cake. There is probably a tiny fairy sleeping inside it. Ah, I was in such a joyous mood when I took this photo. I think I have put all my emotional eggs in one persons basket lately. When that person is nice to me I am on top of the world like the queen of the castle! But when that person is not so nice, I feel like a bird did a poo on my head and then I slipped on a banana peel and everything loses its shine and I feel so heavy, you know? Do you guys get like that? It's not even the other persons fault that you care so much so there is nothing much you can do other than drink 4 litres of $14.99 wine and paint your toes neon pink.
Heres to the sun shining and not letting the buggers get us down! Have a good week Owlies...keep in touch x
The weather was so nice this evening that I decided to take a solo stroll around Melbourne City. I went in and out a few stores and then sat on a bench on Bourke Street and watched the world go by for a bit. A homeless man asked the person next to me for change and he was refused. He skipped me for some reason and asked the two Asian girls to my right if they had any, to be honest I was insulted. After the girls refused him as well he swore at nobody in particular, stumbled and then walked off down the street but not before he stopped at the public drinking fountain on the sidewalk and elegantly took a sip of water being careful not to get it down himself and went on his way. How about that? Perfectly good drinking water in the middle of the city for everybody to use and its free! About 10 minutes after him a lady stepped toward the drinking fountain dressed in an expensive looking black suit, sky scraper heels and more make-up than Boy George and took a sip. I wondered if she would have done that if she knew who had used the same fountain only moments before her. Thats when I realised I was thinking like a South African. How wonderful is this country with its classless society and it's free, drinkable water on every corner? My mind went on a tangent then and I thought about how homeless are you really when you live in a great climate with free healthcare and education and free drinking water in the middle of the city? A country with active human rights is not to be scoffed at.
This train of thought took me back to 6 years ago when I was in a similar situation in Cape Town CBD. I was waiting for a bus outside the Golden Acre and watched how a homeless street kid who couldn't have been more that 11 years old walked up to the trash can in front of the bus shelter and pulled out a bag of half eaten fries and began to munch on them. I winced a little...surprisingly not because they came out of the trash but because I knew they would be cold. He didn't finish the bag but instead of just throwing it back in, he carefully placed them on the inner lip of the steel bin, crossed the street and disappeared around the corner. Weird, I thought. About 5 minutes later another kid walked up to the bin, peered in and reached for the fries. He had a couple of mouthfuls and he did exactly the same thing. Wow. These kids were purposely leaving them in such a way so that when the next person came looking for something to eat it would be ready for them. The attitude of 'we're all in this together' was evitable.
It really is those small acts of thoughtfulness and kindess that can turn your average day into a great day, restores ones faith in humanity or in extreme cases, stop someone from ending it all. Maybe you have to really be at your lowest eb to notice how much good there is. Like when you're on a budget and you can't go out for dinner all the time and become amazed at what you are able to produce yourself through limited means. The big moments in life are wonderful but I so often think about how selfless those moments really are. Like when you buy something huge for someone or cook them their favourite meal, it's also about you getting the credit and feeling good about yourself. Don't get me wrong, I'm not hating on grand gestures I'm just making an observation.
When you think about things that have made a difference in your day they seem almost too insignificant to mention because the person doing it is not looking for praise because they are acting through their sub conscious. Like when you're trying to switch lanes on the freeway and someone lets you in, or when you're snowed under at work and someone gets the phone for you. Or sometimes my girlfriends will find something when they're shopping on the internet and send me a link with 'this is so you!' in the subject line...more often than not it is definitely NOT so me but I love that I am on their mind. Think about those days when a stranger holds the lift for you or opens the door for you when you're arms are full. It's those tiny, and almost immediately once they have happened overlooked things that show us that there really is good in everybody when we momentarily forget ourselves.
Sometimes those grand gestures, those feasts that cost loads of money will still leave you feeling peckish and wanting to stop in at KFC on the way home. But if we kept count of how many free drinking fountains we came across and how many packets of fries that are left perfectly hidden in the secret part of the trash for us to find, we might discover that we will almost always feel sated and quenched.
YouTube footage of him is rare but somebody awesome sent me this. What a guy.
Metaphors aside and on to some real weather and me self indulgently talking you through my instagram pictorials.