smart girls

abandoned

Dear blog,

I had so many hopes, ideas, wishes, dreams and plans for you to succeed and be a creative outlet for me however recently blogging has been a chore and one of the last things i want to do. Often i open the new post and start to ramble on and then stop... and think why am i doing this? who is reading it anyway? Ive lost sight of why I'm doing this and who for... me.

Dear blog you have been so good to me, you look almost how i wanted you too, i have used you to capture so many thoughts, feelings and inspirations that i feel guilty for giving up and abandoning you. I'm sorry. I will re focus, continue to post, hopefully more often and find something inspiring or the little things to share.

Thanks for your patience with me and not getting cross.

Your author,

Beck xx

stressful morning

This morning i lost my wallet on the way to work. I know i had it when i got on the bus as i put my bus ticket in the machine and then back in my wallet. I got to work and went to put in my dry cleaning and it wasn't in my handbag, either left on the bus or fallen out of my bag and onto the pavement. I panicked and re traced my steps and left several frantic messages with the bus depot to see if they have it. They didn't have it.

So now I'm in limbo, I've put a freeze on all my cards, i don't have any cash and i feel naked without my wallet. Its worse than losing my phone at least i can get call that and i have a backup of all my numbers on my PC.

I love my wallet itself, its not expensive but its me and am not looking forward to replacing it and all my cards.

I'm just hoping there are still kind people out there who hand in wallets and i have it returned to me soon.

skinny jeans

If i was ever Anna Wintour for a day i would ban skinny jeans, then ban flesh coloured clothing and then i would eat something fabulous like a hearty lasagna with extra cheese washed down by full fat coke yum!

Okay skinny jeans and i have a love hate relationship, i love how they look and hate how i cannot wear them. I am the proud owner of rather muscular calves the kind that were not considered when skinny jeans and knee high boots become fashion staples. Who came up with the name 'skinny' anyway? It sounds terribly judgemental. They started as a fad and have now become a staple with a wide range for slim calved women to choose from season after season. This is slightly annoying to me but not enough to ban them.

This isn't about my calves I have found my staple jeans brand and colour that looks great and i love them. What this post is really about it skinny jeans on men. When did that become mainstream? And by mainstream i mean the guys at work are wearing them on casual Friday and 9 out of 10 guys are wearing them at the pub on Saturday night. I think they look not quite right on most men, granted there are a few who can pull it off but there are a lot of men who cant. How do these guys fit into skinny jeans? Are they making them less skinny for men? Are men losing weight so they can fit into skinny jeans? Do you like men in skinny jeans? Would you ban skinny jeans?

inspired

The only thing this images have in common is that they inspire me.

too

We are all too something…

Too talk, too short, too fat, too thin, too blonde, too funny, too pretty, too tattooed, too clean, too black, too white, too angry, too hungry, too full, too happy, too sad, too right, too wrong, too fake, too real, too far away, too near, too safe, too scared, too hard, too soft, too dry, too wet, too sore, too high, too low, too sweet, too salty, too crunchy, too spongy, too late, too early, too loud, too quiet, too fearful, too hopeful, too lonely, too hot, too cold, too bright, too dark, too clear, too cloudy, too sleepy, too awake, too naked, too covered, too healthy, too tired, too light, too dark, too trusting, too forgiving, too tight, too loose, too lost, too quick, too slow, too pale, too tanned, too plain, too dressed, too faced, too serious, too human, too distant, too open, too closed, too sour, too smart, too dumb, too loving…. What are you too?

shopping

Chirpy shop assistant - 'Hihowareya?Wouldyaliketotrythoseon?'.

Voice in my head - 'No I would like you to take a step back and get the f**k out of my personal space'.

I actually smile, say 'No thankyou' and leave the store.


Is anyone else over of feeling like they are being interrogated by pushy sales assistants for just admiring or heaven forbid touching clothes/ shoes/ etc? Comments like the above make me feel uncomfortable and i usually end up leaving the store. I usually prefer to browse in large department stores where you don't seem to encounter may sales assistants and the returns policy does not require you to give up your first born.


While I am a quick and quiet shopper and rarely welcome the help of sales assistants while browsing, on few occasions i must admit i have a few helpful sales assistants. Although few and far between these sales assistants have respected my personal space, have pulled something special from out the back or gone above and beyond to find my size at another store.


What is your shopping style? Do you like to be 'helped'? Have you also felt uncomfortable while shopping?

are you a single lady?

I heart Zoe Foster and all her amazing advice! She is totally like my Big Sis/ BFF who shares advice on all things relationshipy and hair & beauty. If your feeling a little sad today at being single on V-Day read this little blog post by Zoe, dust yourself off and order yourself another vodka-pinapple-in-a-talk-glass-thanks. xx

Are you a single lady? Read this! NOW! (If you feel like it.)

just be you

"To be nobody but yourself in a world that's doing its best ot make you somebody else, is to fight the hardest battle you are ever going to fight. Never stop fighting." - E.E Cummings

words to remember

when was the last time?

Little thing - took the positive from missing the bus to work this morning and went to a new-ish cafe near home for coffee. Then i spilt aforementioned coffee on myself when i got on the bus, but I'm sure something positive will happen out of it.

Big thing - Over the Christmas/ New Year i went with my wonderful friends to Culburra Beach, which is actually the furthest south i have been in Australia. Yes that's right I'm one of those people who continuously travels to Queensland but has never been to Melbourne. I am hoping to get there this year.

When was the last time, you did something for the first time?

fashion

Fashion is not something that
exists in dresses only. Fashion
is in the sky, in the street; fashion
has to do with ideas, the way
we live, what is happening.
Coco Chanel

the most active second of my day

Those minutes where I am alone, just me and my pillow. I think. A lot. I think about everything, anything, all that stuff that is at the back of my mind. It varies from ‘Did I lock the front door?’ to ‘What am I doing with my life?’. The room is so silent, but my mind is so loud. It drives me crazy because the things I would never think about, the doubts, I think about. Sometimes, I hate it because it brings up things I rather never think about again. Other times I crave it just so I can get these things off my mind. The split second before I sleep is the most active second of my day.

clumsy

I have always been very clumsy, my family can tell you tales that will leave you in stiches. However 2011 seems to be my year of clumsy. So far this year (18days) I have:

·         Scraped and seriously bruised my arm on NYE crawling down from the top bunk one handed to save a terrified Nat from a Christmas beetle that was flying around our room.

·         Banged my head on open cupboard doors, multiple times.

·         Sliced my finger open cutting an apple.

·         Managed to lock myself out of my house.

·         Left my hair straightener on all day while I was at work – thank god it has a safety time out feature.

·         Burnt myself on the oven getting out dinner.

·         Caught my fingers in draws and torn fingernails off.

·         Bumped into door handles and tripped over cracks in the pavement.

I am literally covered in bruises, bumps, burns and cuts majority I do not know how they happened or where exactly they come from. I either need to be wrapped up in cotton wool or relocated to a padded room. I most definitely need to take more care. I am going to try and take more care.

How is your 2011 looking?

stay back from the edge

I stood on the edge leaning in towards the place I had only just escaped from. I windmilled my arms to try to keep from falling in, I looked around to see who would see me fall into that place again. I told the people around me I was jumping back in safely with a raft tucked around my arms and a support rope tied back to safety. I thought I was safe I thought I couldn't be swept away.

I was swept away emotionally I was letting myself slip from my life raft without really realising it. I made a connection back to that place. I made a mistake of peering in, of consciously falling in.

I need to find my way back to safety.

my name

My name is Rebecca you may call me Beck but i spell it with a 'k' on the end, as i have since i was 15 since i went to school with 4 Rebecca's and it was the only way to tell us apart in our letter book. It's Rebecca or Beck but NEVER EVER Becky.

golden years

Golden Years by Bliss and Eso has been playing in my head non stop all morning, i love the chorus and i can totally relate to it today.

when the skies grey, i live off light rays, I’ve written every page of my life’s play.. I’ve gone through my eyes. I’ve covered outside the lines, tryna hold these golden years that are flashing by, when the skies grey, i live off light rays, I’ve written every page of my lifes play. I’ve gone through my eyes. I’ve covered outside the lines, tryna hold these golden years that are flashing by.

little advice

Turn your can'ts into CAN'S

and your dreams into PLANS

how are you today?

body image

The price of judging ourselves through others' eyes is one of the curses of the human race.

Julia Roberts:

“It’s unfortunate that we live in such a panicked, dysmorphic society where women don’t even give themselves a chance to see what they’ll look like as older persons. I want to have some idea of what I’ll look like before I start cleaning the slates. I want my kids to know when I’m pissed, when I’m happy, and when I’m confounded. Your face tells a story… and it shouldn’t be a story about your drive to the doctor’s office.”