So the last month has found my heart racing, my nights sleepless,
all over relentless thoughts about a very large package. But not that
kind of package. A package that involves excitement, enjoyment, and
hours of undressing. Once again, not that kind of package.
15kg
of clothes, shoes, hats, headbands, scarves, and even the obligatory Polaroid camera has for the last three months been floating somewhere
around the Atlantic since it's departure in a sellotaped laundry bag from
Melbourne in January. And since I accidentally lost (threw out) it's
tracking receipt I have been haunted by images of extremely well-
dressed Pirates in hand-made floral headbands and sparkly hot-pants. If
they resemble Jack Sparrow I could have maybe forgiven them for their
assumed thievery, but unfortunately I think Johnny Depp is rather an unfair benchmark
for the modern day sea-men (jeez the innuendos are just coming in this
post...) (Oh touché. Again!)
I need to apologize to Australian Post
who I wake up most mornings cursing, and the lady on the phone at the
Liverpool Post Office who I relentlessly wailed too. I have not been so
happy since I found out I didn't fail my degree, and that Wispa bars
were being remade.
After all - 'one thing lost, another found' - Maybe this is karma's way of totaling out the entire make-up bag I drunkenly lost on the tube last week. (To wake up and discover this catastrophe when I had to go in for the first time to a production company I desperately wanted to impress. Ladies a tip : buying whatever products your local Sainsbury's stocks at 7.30am in the morning before running onto the tube does not impress). Some might say that was just me being hopelessly (and drunkenly) idiotic, but I'd like to think it was meant to happen in order for me to get my clothes.
As after all how could I get by without these :
After all - 'one thing lost, another found' - Maybe this is karma's way of totaling out the entire make-up bag I drunkenly lost on the tube last week. (To wake up and discover this catastrophe when I had to go in for the first time to a production company I desperately wanted to impress. Ladies a tip : buying whatever products your local Sainsbury's stocks at 7.30am in the morning before running onto the tube does not impress). Some might say that was just me being hopelessly (and drunkenly) idiotic, but I'd like to think it was meant to happen in order for me to get my clothes.
As after all how could I get by without these :
oh
and these:
oh and let's not forget this sparkly dress and bag that were oh so nearly goners...
Obviously
the weather will have to perk up before these little numbers can get
cracked out. I would like to say we can expect that soon, but seen as
we're into April and we've been battling snowstorms today I'm just going
to hold back on any predictions on that front.
Wardrobe, come to mama.
Emily x
