All American

Last night I went to bed feeling sick in the stomach, and woke up feeling the same way. I'm not sure why. All I know is that by 10am I was craving a grilled cheese sandwich (aka cheese toastie). So I ordered one, and it came packed in all its greasy glory. Funny thing, in America - when you ask for a scraping of butter, and half the usual amount of cheese - its what we'd get normally in Australia when we order a cheese toastie. Interesting.

I’m not getting those Doc Marten’s, in case anyone was wondering. I really love them – but I would not get enough wear out of them to justify the purchase. Wait… that sounds so… sensible…

Right now I’m really loving these Swedish Hasbeens. Delightful eh? I’m imagining them with my vintage sundresses. At this point, all it will be is imagining:)



The other day I was at Michael’s and bought charcoal pencils and a sketchbook. I haven’t sketched in years –used to really enjoy it in High School. My sketching is a little rusty now – but I’m enjoying doing something a little arty. I think I’ve been craving that. I used to love art, and always had some kind of art or craft project in the works.

Well. Lunchtime. I’m grabbing my bmx and going home.

I have this new colleague who bugs me a little. He is a heavy smoker, and after a smoke walks right past my desk. The smoke is still thick and makes my stomach churn. I'm sure he's a nice guy, but I can't see past the way my stomach feels!!! I know that probably sounds politically incorrect - but its my blog, and pah!