Inspired by an article that was discovered today… but first: a backstory to this dark tale.
My sister and I were presented with a little brother (who turned out to be deaf like I) when she and I were 6 and 4; we were at that age where our imaginations were expanding at a terrific exponential [...]
Sorry, nice visitors to Australia, for crashing my bike right into your photo.
Thank you for the Cathy Pacific Airways labelled sanitary napkins, and for picking my bike up as I laid on the (bloody fucking hell who invented the “traditional sand and crushed shells, a nod to the original owners of the land” gravel – [...]
Ok, I’m deaf, and so I’ve learnt to focus on the finer details to replace my “loss”*. Where hearing people might focus on the tones in the voice, being able to hold conversations on the phone that are far more personal than the written form (with emails and the such further saturating that world). Despite [...]
I just made my second batch of Cauliflower soup, after a taste of the most divine creamiest soup at the spiffy restaurant TAXI, sandwiched between the bar TRANSIT and the pub TRANSPORT on the corner of Federation Square. It was so purely delicious, it was like it was cauliflower-flavoured cream with a hint of olive [...]
I stepped out this morning in a newly acquired dress, a gosh darn pretty one from the racks of Camberwell Market – made out of rayon, black with purple/green/blue stripes. With a label announcing its Sydney origins, probably from the ’80s. Very pretty, and I snapped it off with a gold braid belt and a [...]
Found on Bendigo Street, between Jago and Vesper.
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This is a thought that has been slowly shaping itself over the past few days, and ripened just today, to fall into my hands.
What is “vintage”? In terms of clothes, accessories, wearable things that is.
It seems to trace back to any fashionable eras before our present, at least a decade past, reaching even into the [...]
If it wasn’t for my new collection of the heights and lows and sideways of fashion sitting in my dusty wardrobe with the broken doors that takes 30 seconds to kick and pull,
Flimsy dresses, flouncy skirts, floaty tops and fiddly shoes,
In this torrid weather, 43 degrees today apparently,
I’d have broken down by now.
(I am suddenly [...]
One curious little habit I’ve noticed at work…
On occasion, an image must be squeezed into the layout of the page, bumping and pushing the text all around, and I must clip and snip away so that the result is a pleasing and neat little aura of black letters and numbers around the photograph of some [...]
Walking to work this morning,
Why did the drizzle smell so strongly of fish sauce?