Wearing: Thrifted Joy Division tee, thrifted trousers, Vans sneakers.
Good morning! It is day one of my official three days off and I have only moved out of bed for food and a laptop charger to continue the 2-day binge of OITNB. I like to consider myself an all-or-nothing kind of person and when I watch a TV series, I watch 4 seasons in 4 days. Minimal movement. Maximum concentration. It’s a skill, really.
My housemate Tara is a film and photography student and often assists me in the whole taking-photos-of-myself-thing when my tripod fails on me. Sounds a lot more narcissistic when typed. Anyways- we searched down this alleyway and stumbled upon an aesthetically pleasing wall, proceeded to set ourselves up in front of it and promptly moved after discovering ACTUAL HUMAN FECES ft. TOILET PAPER covering the ground. I actually gagged. On the contrary- it’s sunny outside, albeit 5 degrees- and doesn’t smell like faces most of the time. We’re going on a picnic. Have a wonderful day.
Wearing: Capulet gingham top, Missguided jeans, vintage Doc Martens (1st image). Glassons turtleneck and vintage jeans (2nd image).
Helllooooooo! Aptly named this post “messy” as I feel the word is a representation of all things in my life right now- from my wardrobe to my general state of being. Overdramatic? Never.
For example: on Sunday night I attended a friend’s birthday celebration and wore my roommate Katie’s favourite vintage suede jacket. Came home somewhat intoxicated and put said jacket on the bathroom floor and went to sleep. Katie found said jacket on the floor in the morning, picked it up and put it in her room. Hungover me wakes up and begins freaking out because I can’t find the jacket anywhere- then the panic sets in and I call the uber driver, several friends, the bar we were at and then, if that wasn’t enough, went back to said bar and demanded that I search the place myself. Obviously, couldn’t find it, bought Katie a consolation donut and started fabricating how I was going to tell her. Couldn’t bring myself to do it for three days and spent hours and hours freaking out because that’s what I do. This morning finally bought her some chocolates (the donut went off) and wrote a long-winded note explaining and apologizing. RECIEVE LAUGHING PHONE CALL THIS MORNING SAYING SHE HAD JACKET THE WHOLE TIME. Small anecdote. But large indicator of level of adult capability and maturity.
So, moral of this story is when in doubt, buy chocolates because they don’t go off like donuts do. And pour yourself a glass of red wine (because that’s what real adults drink), maybe read a book and try not to beat yourself up. Because even though I do dumb shit all the time, I never am short for conversation starters. Goodnight and good luck xo