29 Dec – Happy Clothes

Is there something you wear that makes you feel happy?

There are, in fact, different clothes that make me feel happy, depending on the circumstances. I remember when I was younger and during the holidays we’d go to my father’s place on the northern NSW coast, we’d go swimming in the ocean, and it would be freezing, but when we’d return home and shower, I’d put on a jumper and track pants, despite it being 35C outside… which, also, drove my father ballistic because he simply couldn’t comprehend it.

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Dec 5 – 10min Timer

Set a timer for 10 minutes and try to write your whole daily post.  Now go back and give yourself 5 more minutes to write about how you felt working under such a tight deadline.

um… what?

So, I always find these posts perhaps one of the most challenging. Write my whole daily post?? WRITE ABOUT WHAT, THOUGH?? You haven’t given me a topic to write about, and that’s the tough part.

When I’ve got a prompt to write about something specific, that’s fine. I can just focus my thoughts on that and just start tap, tap, tapping away on my keyboard, but when faced with something SO OPEN like this, it’s hard. I’m actually not sure why. I could quite easily crap on and on about, literally, anything, but I have nothing to focus on. No direction in which to go. Considering that the daily prompts are my daily posts, it should really give me an actual prompt, as well as the time challenge.

*checks the clock* 5:44min left. Ugh.

I really do wish I was at home today instead. The weather is quite bleak and cold and overcast. Great start to what is supposed to be our Summer. Instead, we’ve had more rain and cold weather, than sunshine and warmth. Stupid weather. It’s all messed up. I wish I was at home, in bed, in my onesie (it’s a Giraffe, by the way!) either watching all the cartoons waiting for me on my MacBook Pro, and / or writing on my blog, or developing ideas and prompts for another writing venture that I have in the back of my mind.

Or maybe I would just be sleeping instead. Or maybe reading – I do have a number of books I want to start reading. I really should read more.

…I’m so time poor.

The fact that I usually have to write these posts when I’m at work really says a lot. I know I shouldn’t be doing it, but I don’t have time otherwise. I really just need an hour or so each day to set aside, just to focus on writing. It’ll be great once the year is over and I’m finally on holidays, because then I can actually dedicate some proper time to the task, and not have to stress about hurrying through it, just to get it finished and out of the way.

*1min 46 seconds remain*

I want cake. I’m so hungry. It’s lunch time for me now, and the last thing I want to be having is tinned tuna. No thanks. It’s cold and miserable outside. I need something warm like a Tom Yum Soup, or some noodles, or a burrito. OOOHHH BURRITO!!

Actually, tomorrow is Burrito Friday. Crazy Cat Lady and I usually have Burrito Friday each week, although we’ve missed it the past couple of weeks because either I’ve been away, or she’s been away. But damn they are so tasty!

Hmmm… now I really want a burrito 😦

I should actually go for a walk and get something filling and hot and yummy. I really seem to have my mind set on getting a Tom Yum Soup… or maybe a Laksa? Who cares, really? I’m just hungry. I want to eat EVERYTHING. Crazy Cat Lady is suggesting a baked potato, or as we refer to them, berked perderder. Ermahgerd. Hmmm… I wonder if that’s a meme? I’m sure I saw it somewhere??

*google image search: berked perderder*
…ta-daaaaa!! One of my favourite memes ever.
*PHEW* Well, now that’s over, how do I feel about the time constraint? Well, now that I glance back over it, I’m actually surprised at how much I can achieve in 10mins when I’m writing, essentially, about nothing. Having the 10mins timer is actually a good thing, because it means there’s no time to fuck around. No time for distract… ooh, new emails… ooh… FB notifications…
It’s good because it forces you to get it done. Perhaps I should apply this kind of thing to all my future posts. Give myself a 15min timer to do all the typing and then if I want to add some pics, allow myself 5 mins to jazz it up a bit.

Day 15 – A Feel-Good Outfit

Describe an outfit that makes you feel good. (It can be from any period of your life.) Double points if you post a picture of yourself in the outfit.

An outfit that makes me feel good? or an outift that makes me feel comfortable? Sometimes they’re one in the same, really.

Take my onesie for example. It may not be the most attractive thing in my wardrobe, but hot damn it makes me feel comfortable. I could live in that bloody thing every day.

I just wish the legs were a bit longer.

Hmmm, lets see, an outfit from any period in my life?!

Well, let’s have a quick review, shall we:

When I was 6, there was mums old netball skirt that I used to wear. And i’d put on some music and dance around on the bed. I just loved the way that the skirt would fan out when I twirled.

<gone with the wind twirl>

Then when I really got into my dancing, it was dance pants that I really loved. I lived in them. They were cotton lycra and so incredibly comfortable. Now, that I think back to those days, I ask myself ‘what the hell was I thinking?!’. Oh well. Too late now.

When I discovered ballet, it was ballet tights. By this stage I had developed some great legs, and a great butt, and my ballet tights showed it all off. I think that this was the pivotal point in my life where I actually started to embrace my body, instead of hiding it away and thinking that I was was fat and disgusting, when the reality was that I was quite lean and toned.

Thanks, dancing. Thanks for completely fucking with my head and giving me severe body image issues.

It wasn’t until I moved to Melbourne did I really go out clubbing. Gay Clubbing!! As a country boy coming from redneck country, where people marry their cousins, I’d NEVER been gay clubbing.

Hang on, that’s not entirely true… I had been once before in Sydney, but it was far too overwhelming and I remember having an anxiety attack and freaking out and leaving.

But after moving to Melbourne, I found a group of friends who would go out clubbing together. Then I met Az. He was an incredible dancer, and he always wore some incredible stuff. One of the best memories I have with him was going out for a night of dancing. And I mean D-A-N-C-I-N-G-!-!-!. WE would head out around 11:30pm and not get home until about 5-6am, drenched in sweat and completely exhausted. *sigh* I was so much thinner back then. One of my favourite things to do was have Az come over with a bag of what we called options. This was a bag of several different pieces of clothing that all went together, along with a heap of accessories, and we would dress each other up to look super cool, and then go out dancing. I’m talking trucker cap, layered singlet, or a shirt with a popped collar, gloves, belt, skin-tight jeans (hey, if you’ve got it, flaunt it, right?!) and boxing boots. We thought we looked the shit, and well, compared to most of the others there, we did. And sometimes we’d go out and give each other fake names in case we got hit on – That was more Az’s thing. I just wanted to DANCE!!

Oh, the adventures that we had together… I’ll have to save those for another time.

I had so many favourite outfits when we were going out on the weekend. And everytime it was something different. It was having a best friend who was also the same size as I was, so essentially doubling my wardrobe. SCORE!!

Now… I can’t say that I have a favourite outfit. Or an outift that makes me feel good. I’m not a fan of suits, and much prefer to be in my pj’s instead. Hence, why I made that comment about my onesie.

…and it hides all my jiggly bits!! So I guess that makes me feel good.