I’m learning the art of resilience and coping without retail therapy.
Shit’s hit the fan. Not a major poo explosion. But the past seven-eight days have been quite craptacular.
I’ve realised that when you’re somewhat successful, it can be a long way to fall. Thud.
I’ve had some pretty yucky days professionally, soreness and some more heartbreak. Craptacular.
The heartbreak hasn’t sunk in. I feel numb, angry, hurt, still loving and forgiving, and that I should have known better. It’s all so final. Maybe. It’s all so up in the air, indecisive. It’s just like Jebediah’s Harpoon: ‘There is no use pretending that there’s hope for you and me’. I’ve been
told reminded there’s no hope in one form of ‘us’, and I’ve been ok with that for some time now. But I can’t see hope for us even to stay friends. And that’s what hurts the most.
I guess all I can do is smile, keep going knowing that things will get better. And that I got lots of good people going into bat for me. Thank you.
And this no shopping caper in the midst of life and other crises is proving difficult. I still haven’t bought clothes, shoes, music, accessories or fun stuff. I’ve been sticking to the remix challenge, except for Wednesday when I was sick and spent most of my day on the couch in my pyjamas.When I went to the doctor, I wore grey and black. As neutral as Switzerland.
Here’s what I wore yesterday. Remixing it, 30 for 30 style.
My favourite Sportsgirl linen blazer, green Temt top, Valleygirl skirt, Diana Ferrari shoes, Yeojin Bae for Target belt, Mimco headband, Wiyomu necklace and Diva ring and bangle.
I love the hot pink background too!
Last night I watched the Adriano Zumbo macaron documentary on SBS. There is a great blog about the patisserie too. It was amazing! There were 63 different macaron flavours made. Bubblegum macaron. Salt and vinegar macaron. Hamburger macaron. Chocolate jumbo macaron. Pig’s blood macaron. Errrr….
Zumbo is like Willy Wonka. And Wonka is one of my heroes. I need to visit Zumbo when I am in Sydney in March!
To compensate for no shopping, I had a carb and fat laden dessert (after a vegie and steak meal).
Stove top rice pudding. Nigella’s recipe. One of the first things I began to cook when I moved out of home.
Only the best ingredients were used. Including one of my favourite and rarely consumed fruits, a fig.
And that’s why I don’t give a fuck about the calories.