I see the irony in a post like this

"I am not a nostalgic person. I liked life before these innovations because I knew who mattered. They were the people I spoke to on the telephone every day, tethered to the coiled, slinky lines. Sometimes it was really annoying, like when someone would go on about some boring obsession and you could not hang up except by actually hanging up. If I’d had a choice to text them and be done with it, I would have. That is such an easy way out.

When there is no way out, when the doorjambs and window locks are stuck, we become the people we are meant to be"

Fuck. Yes.

Sing me to sleep

Do you just want to close your eyes (being surrounded my magical music) and take the leap. I mean the ACTUAL leap. Not THAT leap but the leap that makes your face hurt of smiling and your tummy giddy of torture and anxiety, yer that leap.

My new DIY side of life blog. Che-che-che-che-check it out.

http://poorandfabolous.blogspot.com.au/

Farewell old friend, good bye,best of friend.

How do you say good-bye to your best friend, your true soul mate who inspires and makes the world appear in such a better fucking way.
I guess you don't.
I just said goodbye to Ron without tears (yes he left last week and at the aiport there was ALOT of tears). I'm pretty sure it is because I'm so excited for him to delve into that life and for him to begin
his transition of designer to fucking amazing, famous designer. But I think it's more so I know that with Ron, no matter what, we will always be the best friends we always dreamed of.
This man has changed my life and inspired me so much that a life without him would just be a too sad place. He has been my partner, my muse, my comedian and the love of my life. I am truly, deeply and harshly going to miss him (no doubt some nights/days i will be a wreck)
We have such a deep, amazing bond that letting him go was in fact easier than I thought. This sounds bad. But i think what I'm trying to say is some friends you hold on to for dear life when they leave, you just know things will never be the same and neither the relationship too. With Ron, things can change, people can change and dreams and life can change but no matter what I will still utterly love that boy and I can say the same for him. Our relationship will still exist when we are 90 years old and
wobbling around trying to sexy dance.
No matter what we do, who we become or where we end up we will still have the most magical relationship which will still confuse people, inspire people and make people smile.

My future success is dedicated to Ron, hell my success now is dedicated to Ron. A world without him would not be worth living.The eternal optimistic and my bouncing Ball, Ronald.xx

13 day's to live...

It's been nearly 6 months....hello old friend.
I don't know about everyone else but I'm bidding my farewells in time for the 21st. I'm 50/50 that shit is going to go down. of course I hope not but I have 'doom' lingering in my mind.
Apart from Mayan predictions my life is a assortment of fairy lights, sex, sending farewell msg's and xmas movies. Ain't life grand.
In exactly 4 sleeps my greatest and dearest human beingis arriving in Perth. I can't even begin to explain the excitement and anxiety I'm feeling. Oh I do pray the Mayan's are incorrect as it would give me only the smallest amount of time to venture Perth with her.

 

Crush Skull.

Fat Antoinette

I've decided to make this a report into my latest project..FRENCH PASTRY!

I went out just before and brought 'The Art of French Baking.' I then rode down to the store and brought lots of Butter. I'm currently standing in the kitchen waiting for my first attempt of Puff Pastry to start working out. So far not so great..I think me and butter may not get along which won't work out if I'm to do FRENCH cooking.
Change that I just went and did my second roll (apparantly I'm to do 6+ every 15 minutes to makes it amazing) and it's getting better.

So why the sudden pastry cooking? Well ever since I returned from Melbourne and spend what felt like a life time at Mum and Dad's I started loving making a proper feast..my last night there I even did a 3 course meal! Perhaps I'm getting old, perhaps I secretly want to get fat but I think it's Fan (sister) who made me get excited about cooking/ baking she is the eptiome of a modern 50's housewife (though she isn't one actually).

But as for my new craze well it's as simple as sitting in a laundromat on a Monday afternoon flicking through the magazines on the bench and seeing how many brave and ambitious people have set out and opened their own business..which they are so passion about...So I have skipped from pastry making to busininess but truth is at that laundromat I decided I was going to open up my very own French Pastry store in Perth...Fat Antoinette.

So this is where it brings us back to my first attempt of making something out of it...Apple Turnover. I'm going to keep doing regular updates and hopefully will be able to see my progress, but Julie Powell I am not....I'm using a wine bottle as a rolling pin but I am doing my own quirky version of a French challenge.

Wish me luck!