Thoughts on Change

I've had a lot of change in my life over the past two years. A lot of it has been really hard, but with time and space it's become easier and evident that the change has been a good thing. 

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The past two months in particular had been quite a stable time for me. I thought I was pretty done with any big changes. But I was wrong. 

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Being wrong about change sucks. Being wrong allows change to sneak up on you and swallow you whole, then spit you out broken and sad and crying. 

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But with time, the change will heal, and everything will be fine, because that's what change does, and that's how life flows. 

(on an unrelated note: Here's my latest video) 

Periwinkle

When I was in Lismore, I stumbled across the cutest vintage clothing store called the Treasure Trade.

I purchased two pieces in that shop, neither of which I've been able to wear (the clothes are made for colder weather, which is rare in the Australian Summer) 

Yesterday it was chilly enough for me to wear one of the pieces! This is such a perfect and comfortable dress. It's made of chiffon, and has elasticised wrists and waist. It's a tiny bit see through, but that's nothing a slip can't fix. 

The colour is really unusual as well. Too purple to be considered blue, but too blue to be considered purple - basically a perfect periwinkle. 

The skirt of the dress has wonderful movement. I pretty much twirled in it all day. 

On a more serious note, it seems some people need to have a good talking to about personal space and body autonomy. 

I played a gig last night with my band. During the break I needed to use the loo, so I went into the stall area and waited for a stall to free up. The toilets at this venue were unisex. 

Now, normally when you're cuing for the loo, you let the other people in the room have all the space they need. This is the sort of basic respect I expect from people in the stall room. 

So this guy walks into the stall waiting area, and proceeds to put his arm around me in a very familiar way, whilst trying to pick me up at the same time. I'm ashamed to say, I only stiffened up and shifted away. I didn't use my words, but then again, I have a fairly good reason. This guy was twice my weight. I didn't know him. I didn't know if he was drunk, and I didn't know if he would get violent, so I politely and awkwardly sent out the "go away" signals.  

When I finally got into the stall I took my time so that I didn't have to run into him on the way out. He was washing his hands in the basin when I exited the loo. Again, he tried to make conversation. The creepiest bit was when he finished at the basins, he went to the door, turned back and stared at me for an uncomfortably long time, opened the door, then stared again before exiting the bathroom. 

I should have said something to the bar staff, but I was too shocked at the time, and unfortunately too used to this sort of behaviour from strange men. The more I think about the exchange, the angrier and more disturbed I feel as well, both at strange bathroom guy, and at me, although quite frankly I shouldn't have to say anything because it shouldn't have happened in the first place. (man, that's a run on sentence) 

Compared to many other instances of inappropriate touching, this is quite mild, but I don't care. The fact that someone thought this was appropriate is disgusting. It really shouldn't need to be said, but if you don't know the person you do not touch them. Ever.  

If you're non-male person and someone does something inappropriate, speak up. Let them, and everyone around you know that it's not ok, because if we don't, the people who behave this way will continue to be disgusting, and our tiny children will think it is ok. And that's not cool. 

Weddings are a time for love, friendship and perfect cake

Rohan's Mum Julie married her lovely partner Chris over the weekend, hence why there has been some silence from my small internet space (except instagram, where I posted some teasers of the TWO outfits I've posted today!) 

Ro and I stayed in a Hotel the day before, and after the Wedding reception (thankyou Chris and Julie <3). It rained the day we got there, so I took these photo's in the room we stayed ( I've not got a wide angle lens, which is why I chose some interesting poses and not so great lighting) 

Please excuse the lighting

Please excuse the lighting

Normally I'd skip taking photo's of an outfit if I can't do it in natural light, but I made an exception for this outfit because I made some new pants! You can't see it very well in this particular photo, but I've used pinecone material. I also made the belt out of some leftover fake flowers I used in a previous project! 

I paired the pink Ballet Flats (Not even kidding, these are actually legit dancing shoes!) I thrifted ages ago with this outfit to match the pink of the flowers in my belt. 

Onto what I wore for the ceremony! 

I opted for this polkadot dress as it's 1) red (meaning I have lots of things to pair it with) and 2) very me in a toned down sort of way. I spent quite a bit of time choosing my outfit as I wanted to blend with the rest of the attendees, but still wanted to feel like myself (which I definitely achieved!)   

The wedding was absolutely lovely. Julie and Chris are such a beautiful couple (you know those older couples who have been together forever, and are smitten with each other? That's pretty much Julie and Chris, but they've only been married a few days) 

The service was very traditional. They held it in a beautiful old church in North Sydney, and had people from their congregations speaking during the service. 

Julie's dress was stunning. It was fitted until the top of the hips, where it flared out into a sort of 3/4 circle skirt with a small train. The lace and beed details were very intricate, and very classic. Chris scrubbed up nicely as well :P 

The reception was equally as lovely as the ceremony. It was held on the Glass Island, which is a very fancy see through ferry. 

The food served at the reception was great, but the standout food by far for me was the wedding cake. It was three tieres, and I had a slice of the chocolate tier. I kid you not, it was by far the best cake I have ever had in my entire life, and I highly doubt I'll ever have cake as exquisite again.

The cake was moist and flavoursome, but not too rich, and the icing was a perfect thickness, and not too sweet, but full of flavour. I'd rate it a 10/10 out of 10/10. 

Congratulations Julie and Chris <3 and best wishes for a long and happy marriage :)