A woman's relationship with her mascara is deep and it is real!! When I was doing a major clean out of all my 'stuff' recently, I realised I had the most RIDICULOUS amount of mascaras! When I say ridiculous, imagine what you consider ridiculous and then triple it!!! Long, extra long, lush, luscious, ultra black,false eyelash effect, you name it I've tried it. Expensive brands, middle of the range brands and cheap....I'VE tried it! This celebrity or that celebrity won't leave home without her....BELIEVE ME I'VE TRIED IT!!!!
Even the women I know who wear no to minimal makeup, say they would never leave home without a coat of mascara.
I've bought the ones that lengthen, the ones that thicken and the ones that claim to do both! I've tried the ones that first coat your eyelashes with some kind of rubbery white substance and then overcoat your lashes in black. OVERCOAT?TOPCOAT, what, am I getting ready to go out or painting a room!!!
Fact:no mascara makes your lashes look like false eyelashes. Fact: only false eye lashes make your lashes look like fake eye lashes!
I have been blessed/cursed with long lashes that are super straight, with what appears to be blonde tips. I inherited them from my dad! My mum, on the other hand never wears mascara (she can't due to an umbrella accident that knocked her tear duct out causing it to constantly tear up)and she has amazing, curly black lashes!
Every mascara advertisement on T.V makes me want to go out and buy that mascara. Even though every fibre of my being tells me that the girls in the commercials are wearing falsies!
I laughed at myself the other day when I combined two from my collection, one that promised extra long lashes and one that promised thick, full lashes. The perfect combination right?!!!You'd think!
On the very very few occasions I have decided to wear false lashes I have had to set aside an extra half hour of 'get ready' time just to successfully apply them. When I go out with falsies on I spend the whole night in fear that that I look down and find me drink blinking at me (after losing a lash)!!
It has been a long and frivolous search. If only I could put as much effort into finding the perfect man as I do searching for the perfect mascara, even with the knowledge, deep down, that neither of the two exist!
Anyway I saw an advertisement tonight for a new mascara that is actually called 'false lash effect', I suspect it will be added to my collection by he end of the week!!!
until next time,
the last single 34yr old!
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Saturday, August 7, 2010
A bit Blah!
Well, it has been AGES since I last updated my blog. I guess I've been super busy with work but to be honest, I've also been feeling a bit...well, a bit BLAH!
Blah, is really the only way to describe it! So I've been putting off writing because I didn't want to sound depressed or anything because I'm not, just blah!
Funnily enough quite a few people that I have been talking to, have been feeling the same way. Interestingly enough, these people are mostly single!
I ran into a friend of mine the other day and when I asked him how he was feeling, he said he was feeling 'pretty flat'. I didn't want to tell him that I was feeling the same. When he went into his reasons for not feeling great I really felt for him but then it got me thinking.
Being single isn't always as easy as the people who are married or with kids (or both) seem to think. I actually had a married friend say 'it makes me laugh when you single people say you are busy or stressed when you have no idea what being busy or stressed means'! I actually took great offense to this as I thought to myself that everything is relative in your own life. I understand the stress that must be involved in having children and partners, I think most people do. I do however, find that married people don't understand the stress of being single (and in your mid to late thirties).
Sometimes you feel completely left behind. It is like everyone has moved ahead and you are still standing still. I turn 35 in a couple of months and despite all the things I have done in the last 5 years, I find myself EXACTLY, on paper, where I was when I turned 30! Now that is a scary realisation! Although emotionally and mentally I've learnt a lot, the stats and circumstances remain exactly the same!
I was talking to another single friend a couple of weeks ago and we were talking about how people are always automatically saying to us that 'the right man will come along soon' and 'when you have kids....'! We were both saying that we feel like saying 'you know what, that stuff may not actually happen for me'! but then people look at that as giving up or being negative. We both agreed that it isn't being negative it is being realistic. At what point do you give up on those things? At what point do you say 'OK those things may not happen for me, so what other things can I focus on?'.
This is an insanely difficult conversation that you have with yourself but a very necessary one.
I find being a single guy may be a little easier than being a single gal (just slightly). Firstly, as the female who actually gets pregnant, there is always the constant reminder of the tick tock of that body clock! Guys don't have that! Also, married men still like to go out with their single friends every now and then to pubs, bars etc. either as support or as a little escape from the kids and stuff. Married women tend to do this less and prefer lunches and coffees. While lunches and coffees are fantastic they don't get the single women away from their televisions on a Saturday night!
But I also know that being a single guy in their mid to late thirties (and older)would be difficult because all of a sudden all the girls out there are only 19 -24 and although they are good to watch and admire, the age gap keeps getting bigger and bigger.
I think all of this thinking has come with the fact that I am turning 35 this year. And although I don't dwell on my situation MOST of the time it does concern me every now and then. Of course I never mention that every time someone says 'just wait until you have kids' sometimes feels like they have taken a knife and stabbed it 58 times into my gut!! Because hey, no one wants to hear that.
I also never mention that when someone says 'why haven't you got a man in your life?'I actually want to say 'I don't know, why don't you tell me?!' because no one would ever want to answer that. The easy answer for that is 'you must be too fussy'! but to me that is not an answer. I want to hear honesty, things like 'well you have put on a couple of extra kilos', or 'don't wear those jeans they look disgusting' or 'you look like a drag queen in that make up' or 'you come off really arrogant and as if you really love yourself' or 'you sound like an idiot when you say stuff like that'! All these things would help, I've never been scared of honesty because to me it is how we learn and change.
While not depressed, I think these are the things that have been on my mind lately and making me feel that little bit blah. And for the record I don't begrudge my friends any of what they have, I have always been completely and genuinely happy and excited for them with their relationships and their children, it is just that sometimes, just sometimes I wouldn't mind a little bit of that for me too!
Until next time,
the last single 34yr old woman xx
Blah, is really the only way to describe it! So I've been putting off writing because I didn't want to sound depressed or anything because I'm not, just blah!
Funnily enough quite a few people that I have been talking to, have been feeling the same way. Interestingly enough, these people are mostly single!
I ran into a friend of mine the other day and when I asked him how he was feeling, he said he was feeling 'pretty flat'. I didn't want to tell him that I was feeling the same. When he went into his reasons for not feeling great I really felt for him but then it got me thinking.
Being single isn't always as easy as the people who are married or with kids (or both) seem to think. I actually had a married friend say 'it makes me laugh when you single people say you are busy or stressed when you have no idea what being busy or stressed means'! I actually took great offense to this as I thought to myself that everything is relative in your own life. I understand the stress that must be involved in having children and partners, I think most people do. I do however, find that married people don't understand the stress of being single (and in your mid to late thirties).
Sometimes you feel completely left behind. It is like everyone has moved ahead and you are still standing still. I turn 35 in a couple of months and despite all the things I have done in the last 5 years, I find myself EXACTLY, on paper, where I was when I turned 30! Now that is a scary realisation! Although emotionally and mentally I've learnt a lot, the stats and circumstances remain exactly the same!
I was talking to another single friend a couple of weeks ago and we were talking about how people are always automatically saying to us that 'the right man will come along soon' and 'when you have kids....'! We were both saying that we feel like saying 'you know what, that stuff may not actually happen for me'! but then people look at that as giving up or being negative. We both agreed that it isn't being negative it is being realistic. At what point do you give up on those things? At what point do you say 'OK those things may not happen for me, so what other things can I focus on?'.
This is an insanely difficult conversation that you have with yourself but a very necessary one.
I find being a single guy may be a little easier than being a single gal (just slightly). Firstly, as the female who actually gets pregnant, there is always the constant reminder of the tick tock of that body clock! Guys don't have that! Also, married men still like to go out with their single friends every now and then to pubs, bars etc. either as support or as a little escape from the kids and stuff. Married women tend to do this less and prefer lunches and coffees. While lunches and coffees are fantastic they don't get the single women away from their televisions on a Saturday night!
But I also know that being a single guy in their mid to late thirties (and older)would be difficult because all of a sudden all the girls out there are only 19 -24 and although they are good to watch and admire, the age gap keeps getting bigger and bigger.
I think all of this thinking has come with the fact that I am turning 35 this year. And although I don't dwell on my situation MOST of the time it does concern me every now and then. Of course I never mention that every time someone says 'just wait until you have kids' sometimes feels like they have taken a knife and stabbed it 58 times into my gut!! Because hey, no one wants to hear that.
I also never mention that when someone says 'why haven't you got a man in your life?'I actually want to say 'I don't know, why don't you tell me?!' because no one would ever want to answer that. The easy answer for that is 'you must be too fussy'! but to me that is not an answer. I want to hear honesty, things like 'well you have put on a couple of extra kilos', or 'don't wear those jeans they look disgusting' or 'you look like a drag queen in that make up' or 'you come off really arrogant and as if you really love yourself' or 'you sound like an idiot when you say stuff like that'! All these things would help, I've never been scared of honesty because to me it is how we learn and change.
While not depressed, I think these are the things that have been on my mind lately and making me feel that little bit blah. And for the record I don't begrudge my friends any of what they have, I have always been completely and genuinely happy and excited for them with their relationships and their children, it is just that sometimes, just sometimes I wouldn't mind a little bit of that for me too!
Until next time,
the last single 34yr old woman xx
Friday, May 21, 2010
The way life goes.....
I was thinking this week (just in a general way, not in a depressing way at all!) and I was thinking about how funny it is where life takes us. I've said before that I always love the quote from John Lennon's lyrics 'life is what happens to us when you are busy making other plans'.
There are some things we wish for and some things we just do. There are some things other people presume about us and other things we just do. There are things that are expected of us (from ourselves and the people around us) and the things we just do!
As a child of the age of six I can remember thinking that school wasn't for me! I can remember lying on the floor of my parents lounge room looking at the imprinted triangles in their ceiling (yes we are European and my parents house was built in the seventies so there was/is a pattern imprinted into the ceiling) listening to records (YES, records, they were what we listened to before CDs, there was no Itunes back then!!) and wishing to be 17 and out of school. Most kids love school, but I wanted my freedom, my Independence, from such a young age, I already recognised that I was a little different.
I had such a different upbringing from my brother and sisters. With such a huge gap between me and my siblings, I had the best of both worlds. In some ways I was raised as an only child and in other ways I was raised with so many people trying to play the role of my parents. My dad was the provider who went out early every day to earn a living to provide for his family. My mum had quality time to spend with me because all the rest of her children were at school or university. She taught me to read and write earlier than most and the games, oh the games! Mum had so much time to play with me that I really didn't know how good I had it, and the dancing, oh the dancing!!! Mum and I used to dance together like crazy people! (these are memories I cherish). Every Thursday night Dad and I used to go to Morley shopping centre (before it was the Galleria) and buy lotto and scratch instant lottery scratchies together. We would wander around window shopping together. Sometimes on Saturday mornings(back when the shops closed at 1pm on a Saturday) we would go into the city on the bus together and wander around and then get doughnuts from Boans (yes pre Myer!!!)I really had the life. These moments will stay with me forever! I was blessed!
I was always a very independent person. When I was 8 I used to hang out at my next door neighbour's house while her parents were at work. We were two 8 year old girls with total reign over her house, free to do whatever we wanted. It was never questioned, we just assumed it was o.k. We would go to the park and the shops whenever we wanted (usually on roller skates). We watched Grease, Grease2 and Xanadu almost every single day! We had the life.
When I was 16/17 I never felt the need to lie about going to bars where I needed to be 18, I told my parents. My siblings called me a spoilt brat (they still do!)! I was just honest (about most things) and I felt no need to lie. Of course I kept secrets, all teenagers do, but I was so independent that I never felt the need to ask permission. When I was 15 (1990) I set a date to go to England in November 1996 ( when I was 19)I never told anyone about this goal. In November 1996 went to England for nearly a year!
I'm still independent! I always have been. I find other people's opinions interesting. I find it interesting that people are so concerned that I am a 34 year old single women. People became so concerned that I actually started to question myself!I don't do that any more. In the last 3 years Ive learnt more about myself than I have in my whole lifetime! I find it interesting to note that (some) people fail to see how truly blessed I am. I have a strong family and amazing friends. I find it interesting that people can question me so much that sometimes I question myself! I find it interesting that people like to remind me of what I don't have, (a husband and children) when I feel completely blessed for what I do have.
It took me a long time to get here! I don't know what the future holds for me, no one does. Of course children and a partner would be nice but if it doesn't happen, is it really such a tragedy?! I'm not the kind of person who pins all her hopes on one thing, I never have been.
I've learnt so much in the last 3 years. I've learnt not to hope, not to dream, not to wish! I've learnt to live for today and to block out the negativity. I've learnt that this is where life has taken me and I can either live my life or hope for something else. I choose to live my life, why wouldn't I? I'm blessed, and this is where life has taken me.....it really isn't as bad as people make out!!! Honestly!!!
Until next time,
the last single 34 yr old woman
There are some things we wish for and some things we just do. There are some things other people presume about us and other things we just do. There are things that are expected of us (from ourselves and the people around us) and the things we just do!
As a child of the age of six I can remember thinking that school wasn't for me! I can remember lying on the floor of my parents lounge room looking at the imprinted triangles in their ceiling (yes we are European and my parents house was built in the seventies so there was/is a pattern imprinted into the ceiling) listening to records (YES, records, they were what we listened to before CDs, there was no Itunes back then!!) and wishing to be 17 and out of school. Most kids love school, but I wanted my freedom, my Independence, from such a young age, I already recognised that I was a little different.
I had such a different upbringing from my brother and sisters. With such a huge gap between me and my siblings, I had the best of both worlds. In some ways I was raised as an only child and in other ways I was raised with so many people trying to play the role of my parents. My dad was the provider who went out early every day to earn a living to provide for his family. My mum had quality time to spend with me because all the rest of her children were at school or university. She taught me to read and write earlier than most and the games, oh the games! Mum had so much time to play with me that I really didn't know how good I had it, and the dancing, oh the dancing!!! Mum and I used to dance together like crazy people! (these are memories I cherish). Every Thursday night Dad and I used to go to Morley shopping centre (before it was the Galleria) and buy lotto and scratch instant lottery scratchies together. We would wander around window shopping together. Sometimes on Saturday mornings(back when the shops closed at 1pm on a Saturday) we would go into the city on the bus together and wander around and then get doughnuts from Boans (yes pre Myer!!!)I really had the life. These moments will stay with me forever! I was blessed!
I was always a very independent person. When I was 8 I used to hang out at my next door neighbour's house while her parents were at work. We were two 8 year old girls with total reign over her house, free to do whatever we wanted. It was never questioned, we just assumed it was o.k. We would go to the park and the shops whenever we wanted (usually on roller skates). We watched Grease, Grease2 and Xanadu almost every single day! We had the life.
When I was 16/17 I never felt the need to lie about going to bars where I needed to be 18, I told my parents. My siblings called me a spoilt brat (they still do!)! I was just honest (about most things) and I felt no need to lie. Of course I kept secrets, all teenagers do, but I was so independent that I never felt the need to ask permission. When I was 15 (1990) I set a date to go to England in November 1996 ( when I was 19)I never told anyone about this goal. In November 1996 went to England for nearly a year!
I'm still independent! I always have been. I find other people's opinions interesting. I find it interesting that people are so concerned that I am a 34 year old single women. People became so concerned that I actually started to question myself!I don't do that any more. In the last 3 years Ive learnt more about myself than I have in my whole lifetime! I find it interesting to note that (some) people fail to see how truly blessed I am. I have a strong family and amazing friends. I find it interesting that people can question me so much that sometimes I question myself! I find it interesting that people like to remind me of what I don't have, (a husband and children) when I feel completely blessed for what I do have.
It took me a long time to get here! I don't know what the future holds for me, no one does. Of course children and a partner would be nice but if it doesn't happen, is it really such a tragedy?! I'm not the kind of person who pins all her hopes on one thing, I never have been.
I've learnt so much in the last 3 years. I've learnt not to hope, not to dream, not to wish! I've learnt to live for today and to block out the negativity. I've learnt that this is where life has taken me and I can either live my life or hope for something else. I choose to live my life, why wouldn't I? I'm blessed, and this is where life has taken me.....it really isn't as bad as people make out!!! Honestly!!!
Until next time,
the last single 34 yr old woman
Monday, May 10, 2010
In Memoriam-a bit left of centre
On May 10th 2007 a married couple, who enjoyed their time with each other after retirement, decided to go for a ride together on their motorbike. This was something they did often, but probably not as much as they liked to. Winter was approaching fast and there were very few 'fine' expected days left. The forecast said there would be rain for the next few days so this particular couple decided to go out on the bike on this day because it was possibly the last sunny, no rain day for a while.
They had no idea that this would be their last ride together. They had no idea that a man in his early twenties would be driving fast. Too fast, way above the speed limit! They had no idea that this guy would fail to slow down, even after being flashed on a speed radar. They had no idea that this guy would be going way to fast to be able to stop when he saw a motor bike with two people on it. They had no idea that this moment on their bike would be their last moments together, in this world.
This couple were both killed by a speeding driver who was simply going too fast to stop.
This couple had no idea they would have their lives cut too short on the bridge almost directly above where they had first met so, so many years before.
On May 10th 2007 a 33 year old man was driving his truck/pick up type vehicle back to his work when he suddenly saw his father's motorbike on the other side of the road. The young man stopped and went over to see what was going on. He saw his father lying on the road and went straight to him. He removed his father's helmet and was with him while he drew his last breath. He then looked for his mother, she was nowhere to be seen. Then through the shouting of a fellow motorist,(the speeding driver) he realised his mother had been trapped beneath the car.
He ran across the road jumped into his vehicle and drove it across the road to where the motorbike had been attached to a car. He used his truck/pick up to lift the car and free his mother. She had been dragged face down over 200 metres, she didn't survive (obviously). What that young man saw that day, no one should ever be allowed to see. An image that will no doubt haunt him for the rest of his life.
This blog is written (in respect) In memoriam of Uncle Gerald and Aunty Yoke, who were taken way too soon!
And yes, to say that speed, does in fact kill.
Take care on the roads!
The other point is, be thankful for the life you have and the people you have around you, I am, every single day!!!
Until next time,
the last single 34 yr old woman
They had no idea that this would be their last ride together. They had no idea that a man in his early twenties would be driving fast. Too fast, way above the speed limit! They had no idea that this guy would fail to slow down, even after being flashed on a speed radar. They had no idea that this guy would be going way to fast to be able to stop when he saw a motor bike with two people on it. They had no idea that this moment on their bike would be their last moments together, in this world.
This couple were both killed by a speeding driver who was simply going too fast to stop.
This couple had no idea they would have their lives cut too short on the bridge almost directly above where they had first met so, so many years before.
On May 10th 2007 a 33 year old man was driving his truck/pick up type vehicle back to his work when he suddenly saw his father's motorbike on the other side of the road. The young man stopped and went over to see what was going on. He saw his father lying on the road and went straight to him. He removed his father's helmet and was with him while he drew his last breath. He then looked for his mother, she was nowhere to be seen. Then through the shouting of a fellow motorist,(the speeding driver) he realised his mother had been trapped beneath the car.
He ran across the road jumped into his vehicle and drove it across the road to where the motorbike had been attached to a car. He used his truck/pick up to lift the car and free his mother. She had been dragged face down over 200 metres, she didn't survive (obviously). What that young man saw that day, no one should ever be allowed to see. An image that will no doubt haunt him for the rest of his life.
This blog is written (in respect) In memoriam of Uncle Gerald and Aunty Yoke, who were taken way too soon!
And yes, to say that speed, does in fact kill.
Take care on the roads!
The other point is, be thankful for the life you have and the people you have around you, I am, every single day!!!
Until next time,
the last single 34 yr old woman
Sunday, March 28, 2010
What is SEXY?
Sometimes I find it interesting to sit back and observe people. Lately I've been taking notice of the interactions between men and women and physical attractions between them. I went out the other night with three other girls, all of who are very attractive. I've been friends with one of them for a long time and it always fascinates me to watch how guys react to her. She epitomises all that is stunning, long blonde hair, amazing body and fantastic smile. Guys stop and stare. It is so amusing to me when she walks through a crowd of people (men and women) and they part like the Red sea, just to stop and stare at her. She is oblivious to it! She is stunning both on the inside and outside, and it absolutely resonates from her.
I have quite a few friends like this, girls that create quite a stir when they enter a room. I love it! It is so interesting to see men turn to jelly at the mere sight of an attractive woman.
On the other hand, I find it even more interesting to be hanging out with guys when a girl they find attractive walks past. Most of the men I know are so obvious about staring at girls that I almost get embarrassed. One thing I have noticed is that it doesn't take much to make a guy look at a female. When I was younger, it was all about 'boobs' (this is the least offensive slang word for breasts that I could come up with) and cleavage. Now I'm noticing it is more about legs! Guys seem to love a short skirt with a high heels. (for the record, I'm a jeans girl, although I would love to be a skirt girl). I totally get the skirt thing, I think there is nothing sexier than a great pair of legs in a short skirt and some sensational heels!
One thing I have noticed with some guys (I say 'some' because I know guys who are a lot fussier)is that it doesn't really matter what kind of legs are wearing the skirt. I have been hanging out with guys who are going ga ga over girls wearing short skirts with legs that don't fit society's view (and probably my view) of great legs. I've noticed that girls in their early twenties are a lot more confident wearing shorter skirts, no matter what size they are, they still get the looks from the guys. When I've questioned the whole attraction to the skirts and the bare legs, I have been told that it is all about 'the possibility of easy access' (no explanation required!)!
Sexy is definitely an overall look! I've seen girls that I think are stunning but my male friends have simply said, 'yeh she is cute'! There is such a huge difference between cute and sexy. I think cute, can become sexy, but that comes with a guy actually getting to know a 'cute' girl.
I always remember a couple of years ago when a group of us were talking about how beautiful a model we knew was. All us girls were banging on about how stunning she was and when they asked one of the guys what he thought, his reply was 'nah she is too skinny'! The girls all accepted this as reasonable but when I got the guy alone I said 'c'mon are you really telling me you don't think she is attractive, you really think she is too skinny?'. His reply to me was 'no I think she is hot'! I find it interesting that his knee jerk reaction was to say she was too skinny because he knew that is what all other females like to hear!
Girls are funny creatures, with our make up, our waxing, our fake tans our clothes and our lingerie! Who are we really doing all this for? Not too long ago, one of my friends was wearing an absolutely stunning dress but it was below the knee and showed no cleavage. She looked sensational! When I commented on the dress she said, 'Yeh I'm dressing for the girls and not the boys tonight'! She later told me that not one guy commented on her outfit that night! (believe me she normally gets many comments!)Aren't men funny creatures?! I thought it was very sexy! When talking about this topic the other night with a different girlfriend, she said she always used to only dress for the guys. I never knew there was a difference (maybe why I'm still single-I say that tongue in cheek!)!!I've always dressed the way I like, but I know I definitely get comments on some things and no comments on other things I wear! I think it is great that women can be so in tune with stuff like this.
My mum has killer legs, she always has had (except for her varicose veins that she has had removed). In the sixties, she wore short skirts and looked HOT!!! Now she wears knee length skirts, but she still has the legs (unfortunately the only part of my mum's legs I inherited were the veins and blood clots, instead I got my Dad's short 'soccer legs'!). My Grandmother, also had great legs, and was still wearing heels at age 90!!!! I don't think she was wearing them to impress the men! I think we dress differently for different occassions but of course, we always have to feel great about what we are wearing.
I love fashion, as I've said before, i don't know how to dress for men, only for me but I do have to admit I would love to pull off the whole sexy thing although don't think it would really work for me (which is totally fine, I know I've got great fashion sense in my favour-at the risk of sounding arrogant). In the meantime I will continue to be amused by the men that turn into speechless fools at the sight of a sexy gal in a skirt! I love it and I think more power to the women who can do it, I think it is fabulous!!!!One of the sexiest things to see is when a girl can walk into a room and totally own it! Very impressive!
Until next time,
the last single 34yr old woman
I have quite a few friends like this, girls that create quite a stir when they enter a room. I love it! It is so interesting to see men turn to jelly at the mere sight of an attractive woman.
On the other hand, I find it even more interesting to be hanging out with guys when a girl they find attractive walks past. Most of the men I know are so obvious about staring at girls that I almost get embarrassed. One thing I have noticed is that it doesn't take much to make a guy look at a female. When I was younger, it was all about 'boobs' (this is the least offensive slang word for breasts that I could come up with) and cleavage. Now I'm noticing it is more about legs! Guys seem to love a short skirt with a high heels. (for the record, I'm a jeans girl, although I would love to be a skirt girl). I totally get the skirt thing, I think there is nothing sexier than a great pair of legs in a short skirt and some sensational heels!
One thing I have noticed with some guys (I say 'some' because I know guys who are a lot fussier)is that it doesn't really matter what kind of legs are wearing the skirt. I have been hanging out with guys who are going ga ga over girls wearing short skirts with legs that don't fit society's view (and probably my view) of great legs. I've noticed that girls in their early twenties are a lot more confident wearing shorter skirts, no matter what size they are, they still get the looks from the guys. When I've questioned the whole attraction to the skirts and the bare legs, I have been told that it is all about 'the possibility of easy access' (no explanation required!)!
Sexy is definitely an overall look! I've seen girls that I think are stunning but my male friends have simply said, 'yeh she is cute'! There is such a huge difference between cute and sexy. I think cute, can become sexy, but that comes with a guy actually getting to know a 'cute' girl.
I always remember a couple of years ago when a group of us were talking about how beautiful a model we knew was. All us girls were banging on about how stunning she was and when they asked one of the guys what he thought, his reply was 'nah she is too skinny'! The girls all accepted this as reasonable but when I got the guy alone I said 'c'mon are you really telling me you don't think she is attractive, you really think she is too skinny?'. His reply to me was 'no I think she is hot'! I find it interesting that his knee jerk reaction was to say she was too skinny because he knew that is what all other females like to hear!
Girls are funny creatures, with our make up, our waxing, our fake tans our clothes and our lingerie! Who are we really doing all this for? Not too long ago, one of my friends was wearing an absolutely stunning dress but it was below the knee and showed no cleavage. She looked sensational! When I commented on the dress she said, 'Yeh I'm dressing for the girls and not the boys tonight'! She later told me that not one guy commented on her outfit that night! (believe me she normally gets many comments!)Aren't men funny creatures?! I thought it was very sexy! When talking about this topic the other night with a different girlfriend, she said she always used to only dress for the guys. I never knew there was a difference (maybe why I'm still single-I say that tongue in cheek!)!!I've always dressed the way I like, but I know I definitely get comments on some things and no comments on other things I wear! I think it is great that women can be so in tune with stuff like this.
My mum has killer legs, she always has had (except for her varicose veins that she has had removed). In the sixties, she wore short skirts and looked HOT!!! Now she wears knee length skirts, but she still has the legs (unfortunately the only part of my mum's legs I inherited were the veins and blood clots, instead I got my Dad's short 'soccer legs'!). My Grandmother, also had great legs, and was still wearing heels at age 90!!!! I don't think she was wearing them to impress the men! I think we dress differently for different occassions but of course, we always have to feel great about what we are wearing.
I love fashion, as I've said before, i don't know how to dress for men, only for me but I do have to admit I would love to pull off the whole sexy thing although don't think it would really work for me (which is totally fine, I know I've got great fashion sense in my favour-at the risk of sounding arrogant). In the meantime I will continue to be amused by the men that turn into speechless fools at the sight of a sexy gal in a skirt! I love it and I think more power to the women who can do it, I think it is fabulous!!!!One of the sexiest things to see is when a girl can walk into a room and totally own it! Very impressive!
Until next time,
the last single 34yr old woman
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Age is just a number!
Last week was my Mum's 70th Birthday. 70! SEVENTY!! I can't even imagine that my Mum is 70! As I ran around taking photos of Mum with her husband, with her children and grand children, with her remaining brothers and with her nieces and nephews I was thinking to myself that she really must have been doing some serious re capping of her own life. I thought about how she must think back and look at all she created (and looking at all of my gorgeous nieces and nephews, she has passed on some seriously good genes)in amazement. In fact, both of my parents must do that. It then got me thinking about age.
Mum always told me that she was so upset when she turned 30, that she actually mourned leaving her 20s. 30 never bothered me but surprisingly, I was upset about turning 31, go figure!
When I was 13 I remember thinking one of my sisters was so old for turning 24. That was absolutely ancient to me, this year one of my nieces is turning 24 which makes me feel ancient!
Actually, I don't feel 34 (whatever 34 is supposed to feel like)and my friend's ages vary so much that in my mind we are all just the same age. Plus, I think all of my friends look FABULOUS for their age.
I love all the creams, lotions and potions that are designed to make us look younger. (Let me tell you, late at night, that Cindy Crawford one looks amazing! But only because Cindy Crawford looks amazing. It is funny that when I'm watching those ads when I'm really tired, I get so tempted to buy those things!)
I saw an advertisement today for something that fills in the lines on your face temporarily! It actually goes onto your wrinkles and fills them so your makeup goes onto a completely smooth surface, sort of like poly filler for your face! Seriously, is this what we are doing now?! All of that stuff is just too much fuss for me (except for a simple moisturiser) I personally think that laughing keeps you young. If you laugh lots and enjoy life, the youthfulness you feel just shines out of you.
Every time two of my good friends (a married couple) see my mum she always has to tell me how young they look. I KNOW THEY DO!!!The wife has skin that makes her look at least ten years younger than her age, I know she eats healthy most of the time and doesn't wear too much make up and has a good moisturising routine and she has definitely been rewarded for it. The husband, on the other hand, has a very strict diet of coffee (lots of it), scotch and cigarettes (although he does eat reasonably healthy) and he too manages to look A LOT younger than his age.
So maybe looking good for your age is a combination of good genetics and a good state of mind!
I went out with friends the other night and we went to a couple of different bars. One was full of young 'posers'! They were dancing, but not really dancing if you know what I mean. Everyone there was younger than we were, which doesn't bother me at all. The posing part did bother me though. No one looked like they were enjoying themselves, they were putting so much effort into posing and pouting that it just seemed so tedious to me.
The next bar we went to was an older crowd, generally they were older than me although there was quite a few 'cougar' couples there. I'm not loving the term 'Cougar' but I know everyone knows what I mean when I say it.
The next bar (calling it a bar probably makes it sound a bit classier than it is) was full of a real mixture of ages. I would say the range was 17 to about 42. That is always such an interesting age range to watch. The older guys are checking out the 17 year olds, the older females (when I say older I mean my age and above!) are checking out the younger guys. All the girls are checking out the boys in the band (age rules are null and void if you are in a band!) And then there are the REALLY drunk people who are hooking up with absolutely anyone and age doesn't even factor into that equation(the term 'beer goggles' comes to mind!)!
Age really is just a number. With age comes experience and knowledge. Two of the things I love about getting older is all the stuff I continually learn about myself and what i continue to learn about life in general. I think the day we stop allowing ourselves to learn is the day we start to lose our passion for life. Two things I hate about getting older are when you do notice that extra line appearing around your eyes or when someone actually guesses your age correctly!
So my advice (for what it is worth) is continue to learn, enjoy life (of course there will be bad days), dance lots and don't forget to laugh!!
Until next time,
the last single 34yr old woman xx
Mum always told me that she was so upset when she turned 30, that she actually mourned leaving her 20s. 30 never bothered me but surprisingly, I was upset about turning 31, go figure!
When I was 13 I remember thinking one of my sisters was so old for turning 24. That was absolutely ancient to me, this year one of my nieces is turning 24 which makes me feel ancient!
Actually, I don't feel 34 (whatever 34 is supposed to feel like)and my friend's ages vary so much that in my mind we are all just the same age. Plus, I think all of my friends look FABULOUS for their age.
I love all the creams, lotions and potions that are designed to make us look younger. (Let me tell you, late at night, that Cindy Crawford one looks amazing! But only because Cindy Crawford looks amazing. It is funny that when I'm watching those ads when I'm really tired, I get so tempted to buy those things!)
I saw an advertisement today for something that fills in the lines on your face temporarily! It actually goes onto your wrinkles and fills them so your makeup goes onto a completely smooth surface, sort of like poly filler for your face! Seriously, is this what we are doing now?! All of that stuff is just too much fuss for me (except for a simple moisturiser) I personally think that laughing keeps you young. If you laugh lots and enjoy life, the youthfulness you feel just shines out of you.
Every time two of my good friends (a married couple) see my mum she always has to tell me how young they look. I KNOW THEY DO!!!The wife has skin that makes her look at least ten years younger than her age, I know she eats healthy most of the time and doesn't wear too much make up and has a good moisturising routine and she has definitely been rewarded for it. The husband, on the other hand, has a very strict diet of coffee (lots of it), scotch and cigarettes (although he does eat reasonably healthy) and he too manages to look A LOT younger than his age.
So maybe looking good for your age is a combination of good genetics and a good state of mind!
I went out with friends the other night and we went to a couple of different bars. One was full of young 'posers'! They were dancing, but not really dancing if you know what I mean. Everyone there was younger than we were, which doesn't bother me at all. The posing part did bother me though. No one looked like they were enjoying themselves, they were putting so much effort into posing and pouting that it just seemed so tedious to me.
The next bar we went to was an older crowd, generally they were older than me although there was quite a few 'cougar' couples there. I'm not loving the term 'Cougar' but I know everyone knows what I mean when I say it.
The next bar (calling it a bar probably makes it sound a bit classier than it is) was full of a real mixture of ages. I would say the range was 17 to about 42. That is always such an interesting age range to watch. The older guys are checking out the 17 year olds, the older females (when I say older I mean my age and above!) are checking out the younger guys. All the girls are checking out the boys in the band (age rules are null and void if you are in a band!) And then there are the REALLY drunk people who are hooking up with absolutely anyone and age doesn't even factor into that equation(the term 'beer goggles' comes to mind!)!
Age really is just a number. With age comes experience and knowledge. Two of the things I love about getting older is all the stuff I continually learn about myself and what i continue to learn about life in general. I think the day we stop allowing ourselves to learn is the day we start to lose our passion for life. Two things I hate about getting older are when you do notice that extra line appearing around your eyes or when someone actually guesses your age correctly!
So my advice (for what it is worth) is continue to learn, enjoy life (of course there will be bad days), dance lots and don't forget to laugh!!
Until next time,
the last single 34yr old woman xx
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Trend or style?
Ah, one of my favourite times of the year! The turn of the fashion season! I love it! About two weeks ago, all of the new season fashion stock started arriving in stores and I love exploring and checking out all the new trends.
Eighties are back...AGAIN!! It always fascinates me that one of the least stylish decades keeps coming back to haunt us.
This inspired to check out old photo albums. I was a child through most of the 80s but I still was very fashion forward. I think I put coloured diamontes an every denim item that I owned. I had a fabulous denim pencil skirt with matching crop jacket (shoulder pads to die for!). I am proud to say I NEVER OWNED ANYTHING STONE WASH!!! The eighties was the decade of fluoro colours, plastic coloured earrings, frosted lipstick, elastic belts (the wider the better), Ra Ra skirts, Balloon skirts, rolled up jeans, lots of lace, embellishments galore and tees with your favourite singers or bands on them. I'm sure you can think of many more but these are the things that I was reminded of when taking a walk down 'amnesia lane'!! Oh, oh I just thought of another one! Do you remember those jackets that everyone was bringing back from Bali and they also turned inside out into a bag? Mine was hot pink!!!
So back to this season's eighties trend, obviously the teen shops are doing the fluoros and lace etc but I noticed that the contemporary labels are doing some serious eighties as well. I've seen a lot of military style jackets with shoulder pads and some serious, over the top embellishments. I've seen a lot of tops with shoulder pads and beads, chains and sequins hanging off all over the place. I have noticed stilettos with lots of 'dog collar' studs and silver trims. I think the key thing for people to remember is not to go too crazy with the trend pieces. These pieces will barely be fashionable for the whole season and then you will be left with a new collection in your wardrobe to add to your original eighties collection. Adding your own embellishments to existing tops will help create an original piece for the new season and will also mean you can remove the embellishment at the end of the season. If you want to spend big money on clothes buy yourself some good basics, a fabulous pair of jeans, sensational black stilettos and neutral stilettos, a couple of plain singlet tops for layering, and a good boyfriend blazer or light trench coat for when the weather starts to cool a little, and of course a simple black dress. Anything over and above these pieces are trend pieces that you don't need to spend a lot of money on. I always buy cheap things that I get comments on, it is just all in the way you wear them.
My motto is 'you should wear the clothes, don't let the clothes wear you'!
I'm happy that leather and leather look is coming back, especially for the winter (I'm still a rock chick at heart) and I love all the faux furs that are coming through.
Can you tell I have a passion for fashion?!
I have very distinct loves and hates though:
*LEGGINGS ARE NOT PANTS!!! I don't care if you have legs like Miranda Kerr, they are still not pants! I don't care if they have denim jean detailing on them, they are still not pants!!!
*Wheels and Dollbaby seems to never go out of fashion. I love the experience of walking into a Wheels and Dollbaby store and the fashion items are sensational. Sexy 50s chic is the best way I can think of to describe their clothes, a style that seems to work year after year. (of course I only ever buy their singlets but one day I will treat myself)
*No stockings with open toe shoes. This is a definite. Of course their are exceptions like the opaque tights with the chunky 50s style peep toe, but be very sure before you attempt this!!
*Follow the famous Coco Chanel rule about removing one accessory before you walk out the door. The days of wearing big matching necklaces, earrings and bracelets are long gone!
**As a little sideline, have you noticed the trend of the 'Ravers'? (I actually had to ask someone to find out what they are called) These are the kids who wear the big flared pants that either have fur or reflector strip down the side and around the bottom of the leg. They also wear dozens of bright children's beaded bracelets up their arms. Very often they are wearing cats ears on there heads and have very heavy black eyeliner. I see them in the city in huge groups. In fact one day I thought I was in for a real treat when they all gathered to dance, but alas, dancing is not their strong point. Although they are not high fashion, they are a trend that does fascinate me!**
So, this week I've started throwing out the 'never to be worn again' stuff to make room for any new season clothing pieces I may buy. I have also been blessed with a mum that is a fantastic dressmaker so I can always draw things that I want and she will make them exactly as I want them. I always like to have a couple of different pieces in my wardrobe that are slightly different from what everyone else has. Eventually I'll go through my shoes, but that is my biggest challenge! I'm a shoe girl (who isn't?) and I can't bring myself to throw out any of my shoes (I'm sure if I wait long enough my cowboy/biker boots from the early 90s will come back in fashion right?!!!!). My relationship with my shoes is very deep, a hot pair of shoes can add colour into my life straight away if I happen to be feeling a bit black and white!!
So go forth and shop and follow some trends (but don't go overboard) but mostly, be YOU! If you aren't comfortable in what you are wearing don't wear it because you won't feel like yourself. If you love your legs, show them off, if you love your breasts show them off. Show off your best assets. If you love your outfit and feel totally comfortable you will glow!! And as for those ladies (and some men) who like to put others down for the way they look and dress...Go check youselves at the door coz I wont be hanging with you!!!
Well, I'm off to check out some shops now...
Until next time,
the last single 34yr old woman xx
Eighties are back...AGAIN!! It always fascinates me that one of the least stylish decades keeps coming back to haunt us.
This inspired to check out old photo albums. I was a child through most of the 80s but I still was very fashion forward. I think I put coloured diamontes an every denim item that I owned. I had a fabulous denim pencil skirt with matching crop jacket (shoulder pads to die for!). I am proud to say I NEVER OWNED ANYTHING STONE WASH!!! The eighties was the decade of fluoro colours, plastic coloured earrings, frosted lipstick, elastic belts (the wider the better), Ra Ra skirts, Balloon skirts, rolled up jeans, lots of lace, embellishments galore and tees with your favourite singers or bands on them. I'm sure you can think of many more but these are the things that I was reminded of when taking a walk down 'amnesia lane'!! Oh, oh I just thought of another one! Do you remember those jackets that everyone was bringing back from Bali and they also turned inside out into a bag? Mine was hot pink!!!
So back to this season's eighties trend, obviously the teen shops are doing the fluoros and lace etc but I noticed that the contemporary labels are doing some serious eighties as well. I've seen a lot of military style jackets with shoulder pads and some serious, over the top embellishments. I've seen a lot of tops with shoulder pads and beads, chains and sequins hanging off all over the place. I have noticed stilettos with lots of 'dog collar' studs and silver trims. I think the key thing for people to remember is not to go too crazy with the trend pieces. These pieces will barely be fashionable for the whole season and then you will be left with a new collection in your wardrobe to add to your original eighties collection. Adding your own embellishments to existing tops will help create an original piece for the new season and will also mean you can remove the embellishment at the end of the season. If you want to spend big money on clothes buy yourself some good basics, a fabulous pair of jeans, sensational black stilettos and neutral stilettos, a couple of plain singlet tops for layering, and a good boyfriend blazer or light trench coat for when the weather starts to cool a little, and of course a simple black dress. Anything over and above these pieces are trend pieces that you don't need to spend a lot of money on. I always buy cheap things that I get comments on, it is just all in the way you wear them.
My motto is 'you should wear the clothes, don't let the clothes wear you'!
I'm happy that leather and leather look is coming back, especially for the winter (I'm still a rock chick at heart) and I love all the faux furs that are coming through.
Can you tell I have a passion for fashion?!
I have very distinct loves and hates though:
*LEGGINGS ARE NOT PANTS!!! I don't care if you have legs like Miranda Kerr, they are still not pants! I don't care if they have denim jean detailing on them, they are still not pants!!!
*Wheels and Dollbaby seems to never go out of fashion. I love the experience of walking into a Wheels and Dollbaby store and the fashion items are sensational. Sexy 50s chic is the best way I can think of to describe their clothes, a style that seems to work year after year. (of course I only ever buy their singlets but one day I will treat myself)
*No stockings with open toe shoes. This is a definite. Of course their are exceptions like the opaque tights with the chunky 50s style peep toe, but be very sure before you attempt this!!
*Follow the famous Coco Chanel rule about removing one accessory before you walk out the door. The days of wearing big matching necklaces, earrings and bracelets are long gone!
**As a little sideline, have you noticed the trend of the 'Ravers'? (I actually had to ask someone to find out what they are called) These are the kids who wear the big flared pants that either have fur or reflector strip down the side and around the bottom of the leg. They also wear dozens of bright children's beaded bracelets up their arms. Very often they are wearing cats ears on there heads and have very heavy black eyeliner. I see them in the city in huge groups. In fact one day I thought I was in for a real treat when they all gathered to dance, but alas, dancing is not their strong point. Although they are not high fashion, they are a trend that does fascinate me!**
So, this week I've started throwing out the 'never to be worn again' stuff to make room for any new season clothing pieces I may buy. I have also been blessed with a mum that is a fantastic dressmaker so I can always draw things that I want and she will make them exactly as I want them. I always like to have a couple of different pieces in my wardrobe that are slightly different from what everyone else has. Eventually I'll go through my shoes, but that is my biggest challenge! I'm a shoe girl (who isn't?) and I can't bring myself to throw out any of my shoes (I'm sure if I wait long enough my cowboy/biker boots from the early 90s will come back in fashion right?!!!!). My relationship with my shoes is very deep, a hot pair of shoes can add colour into my life straight away if I happen to be feeling a bit black and white!!
So go forth and shop and follow some trends (but don't go overboard) but mostly, be YOU! If you aren't comfortable in what you are wearing don't wear it because you won't feel like yourself. If you love your legs, show them off, if you love your breasts show them off. Show off your best assets. If you love your outfit and feel totally comfortable you will glow!! And as for those ladies (and some men) who like to put others down for the way they look and dress...Go check youselves at the door coz I wont be hanging with you!!!
Well, I'm off to check out some shops now...
Until next time,
the last single 34yr old woman xx
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Lookalikes.
My mum never had my hair cut from when I was born to when I was in year three! My hair was literally to my knees! When I look at photos from back then, my hair was beautiful, long and wavy, light brown with natural blonde highlights (the exact colour I want now!)Now, I was obsessed with Olivia Newton-John for most of my childhood, so when she cut her hair short, I suddenly wanted mine short. Mum finally gave in, took my final long hair photos, and off we went into the city to get my new Olivia hair do!
When It was done, I looked like I was thirty (I was 8!)! And much to my disgust, I didn't look anything like Olivia!!!
For those of you who are on facebook you will know that one of the applications put forward an exercise that everyone change their profile photo to one of someone famous that they have been told they look like. (I think there was more to it than that but by the time it did the facebook rounds that is how it was presented to me.)
I always find it amusing when people compare you to someone famous and I find that we usually have a different opinion about ourselves from those around us!
I love that one of my friends thinks I look like Sophia Loren (oh bless!). He has said this since he met me when I was 17 and he tries to convince everyone that I look like her. F.y.i, I DON'T LOOK A THING LIKE SOPHIA LOREN but I take it as a compliment and if that is how he sees me then I say, let him! It could be worse!
As a young teenager I was always told I looked like Mallory (Justine Bateman) from Family Ties. I can actually see the similarity with that one. At a Melbourne Cup function a couple of years ago I met a Perth breakfast radio host. He kept saying to me 'you look like someone famous but I can't think who it is!' I suggested Mallory and he absolutely agreed, so for the rest of the day every time I walked past him he would yell out the name Mallory at me.
It really amuses me when guys use 'Do you know who you look like?' as a pick up line. There are two occasions where this happened to me that particularly stick in my mind...
One time I was talking to a guy in a bar and he said 'You look so much like Linda Blair. Do you know who that is?'
My response (with absolutely no expression in my voice): 'Linda Blair? From 'The Exorcist'?!!!!' (All I could think of was how attractive the projectile vomiting scene was!)
He looked horrified! 'No, no Linda Blair from Wonder Woman!'
Linda Carter, HE MEANT LINDA CARTER!!!! BIG DIFFERENCE!!!!! Now Linda Carter I can deal with! In fact my oldest sister looked exactly like Linda Carter when she was younger, I was so proud to have a sister that looked like Wonder Woman.
The second instance that sticks in my mind was when I was talking to a group of people at a pub and this one guy kept saying to me that I looked like someone famous but he couldn't think who it was (blah blah blah). He must have said this to me at least ten times! Finally he clicked his fingers and said 'I know who it is! That actor in The Graduate.'
I said I had no idea who it was, I could only think of what she looked like and I knew I looked nothing like her!
He then said 'it was Ann Bancroft!'
Ok so this guy wasn't saying I looked like the daughter, he was actually saying I looked like Mrs Robinson. MRS ROBINSON!!!! Wasn't she meant to be over 50 in that movie?!!!
*One time when I was in Italy, I was sitting with my Aunty watching television. Gregory Peck came on the T.V. My Aunty (Dad's sister) said that my Dad looked like Gregory Peck! She obviously sees her older brother a little differently from how I see my Dad! I just looked at her thinking maybe something got lost in translation! My Dad looks like Tony Bennett, it is uncanny how much he looks like Tony Bennett, especially when he wears his glasses but I suppose if his sister wants to think he looks like Gregory Peck, she can! (For the record, I think Gregory Peck was gorgeous in his day.)*
I've been told I look like so many different people from a chubbier Danni Minogue to Norma Jean to Aishwarya Rai to Natalie Woods, I even got Anjelina Jolie once (believe me, I took that one and ran with it!!). I think I look like my Dad and possibly his sisters (although I have only met them a couple of times). There are a couple of similarities between myself and one of my sisters but I think the five of us kids actually look pretty different, although I have had people I don't even know be able to pick me as a member of my family straight away. I think mannerisms have a lot to do with how people see you. On lots of different occasions I've had people ask if my best friends are my sisters. I look nothing like them but after so many years we definitely would have picked up some similar mannerisms to make us seem alike.
I don't want to look like anyone else (although I wouldn't mind Christie Turlington's lips and Jennifer Hawkin's body) I just want to look like me. Of course there are many things I'd like to change about my appearance, but who doesn't have those things? I don't think I'd ever have plastic surgery done to change my face (when I was younger I wanted a nose job, now I couldn't care less). I find myself staring a lot when I see people who have had lots of facial plastic surgery because after a lot of it, they can start to look so... well...so plastic!
I find that if someone says you look like a famous person, it is rarely an insult, so even if you disagree, take it and run with it. I think the lookalike game is a fun game to play.
Until next time,
the last single 34yr old woman
xx
When It was done, I looked like I was thirty (I was 8!)! And much to my disgust, I didn't look anything like Olivia!!!
For those of you who are on facebook you will know that one of the applications put forward an exercise that everyone change their profile photo to one of someone famous that they have been told they look like. (I think there was more to it than that but by the time it did the facebook rounds that is how it was presented to me.)
I always find it amusing when people compare you to someone famous and I find that we usually have a different opinion about ourselves from those around us!
I love that one of my friends thinks I look like Sophia Loren (oh bless!). He has said this since he met me when I was 17 and he tries to convince everyone that I look like her. F.y.i, I DON'T LOOK A THING LIKE SOPHIA LOREN but I take it as a compliment and if that is how he sees me then I say, let him! It could be worse!
As a young teenager I was always told I looked like Mallory (Justine Bateman) from Family Ties. I can actually see the similarity with that one. At a Melbourne Cup function a couple of years ago I met a Perth breakfast radio host. He kept saying to me 'you look like someone famous but I can't think who it is!' I suggested Mallory and he absolutely agreed, so for the rest of the day every time I walked past him he would yell out the name Mallory at me.
It really amuses me when guys use 'Do you know who you look like?' as a pick up line. There are two occasions where this happened to me that particularly stick in my mind...
One time I was talking to a guy in a bar and he said 'You look so much like Linda Blair. Do you know who that is?'
My response (with absolutely no expression in my voice): 'Linda Blair? From 'The Exorcist'?!!!!' (All I could think of was how attractive the projectile vomiting scene was!)
He looked horrified! 'No, no Linda Blair from Wonder Woman!'
Linda Carter, HE MEANT LINDA CARTER!!!! BIG DIFFERENCE!!!!! Now Linda Carter I can deal with! In fact my oldest sister looked exactly like Linda Carter when she was younger, I was so proud to have a sister that looked like Wonder Woman.
The second instance that sticks in my mind was when I was talking to a group of people at a pub and this one guy kept saying to me that I looked like someone famous but he couldn't think who it was (blah blah blah). He must have said this to me at least ten times! Finally he clicked his fingers and said 'I know who it is! That actor in The Graduate.'
I said I had no idea who it was, I could only think of what she looked like and I knew I looked nothing like her!
He then said 'it was Ann Bancroft!'
Ok so this guy wasn't saying I looked like the daughter, he was actually saying I looked like Mrs Robinson. MRS ROBINSON!!!! Wasn't she meant to be over 50 in that movie?!!!
*One time when I was in Italy, I was sitting with my Aunty watching television. Gregory Peck came on the T.V. My Aunty (Dad's sister) said that my Dad looked like Gregory Peck! She obviously sees her older brother a little differently from how I see my Dad! I just looked at her thinking maybe something got lost in translation! My Dad looks like Tony Bennett, it is uncanny how much he looks like Tony Bennett, especially when he wears his glasses but I suppose if his sister wants to think he looks like Gregory Peck, she can! (For the record, I think Gregory Peck was gorgeous in his day.)*
I've been told I look like so many different people from a chubbier Danni Minogue to Norma Jean to Aishwarya Rai to Natalie Woods, I even got Anjelina Jolie once (believe me, I took that one and ran with it!!). I think I look like my Dad and possibly his sisters (although I have only met them a couple of times). There are a couple of similarities between myself and one of my sisters but I think the five of us kids actually look pretty different, although I have had people I don't even know be able to pick me as a member of my family straight away. I think mannerisms have a lot to do with how people see you. On lots of different occasions I've had people ask if my best friends are my sisters. I look nothing like them but after so many years we definitely would have picked up some similar mannerisms to make us seem alike.
I don't want to look like anyone else (although I wouldn't mind Christie Turlington's lips and Jennifer Hawkin's body) I just want to look like me. Of course there are many things I'd like to change about my appearance, but who doesn't have those things? I don't think I'd ever have plastic surgery done to change my face (when I was younger I wanted a nose job, now I couldn't care less). I find myself staring a lot when I see people who have had lots of facial plastic surgery because after a lot of it, they can start to look so... well...so plastic!
I find that if someone says you look like a famous person, it is rarely an insult, so even if you disagree, take it and run with it. I think the lookalike game is a fun game to play.
Until next time,
the last single 34yr old woman
xx
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Got a man yet?!
**Marilyn Monroe used to keep a diary but apparently, she only ever wrote the good things in it because she didn't want anyone to know the real her- and look how well things turned out for her, maybe if she had been more honest things would have turned out a little differently!! For me the point of this blog is all about honesty because, like I've said before,I started it in an attempt to get my writing mojo back. (it is also NOT an attempt to pick up guys!)I'm slowly getting into the writing again! If I only wrote about the good stuff it wouldn't be honest and it wouldn't be me!**
Now, I don't know if anyone else experiences this but sometimes in certain situations, in my head, my life is like a situation comedy! Sometimes when people say things to me, although I'm not actually saying anything out loud or showing any facial expression, the little me inside my head is saying everything I wish I could say. I know there is a smile I do when someone says something to me that I have no response for. (my friends can recognise this smile All TOO WELL!)
I had one of these moments this week with the guy who does my nails. We were talking about how my bf had had her baby and he said to me, 'So when are you going to have a baby?'. To which I replied (while laughing my nervous, uncomfortable laugh) "oh who knows?' And he says, 'well you better hurry up because time is running out'! MY NAIL GUY!! TELLING ME THAT MY TIME IS RUNNING OUT. The voice in my head was going nuts! For the record, the me in my head seems to yell...A LOT!!!!!
Time is running out! This is a sentence that we single girls love to hear! Nothing like putting the pressure on!
The baby thing doesn't come up half as often as the being single thing though. I used to tell my best friend I was going to write a book called 'Got a man yet?' because I went through a stage where that was all that people asked me. I mean seriously, I would see people from school or people I used to hang out with and the first question they would ask me was 'So, you got a man yet?' It always amazed me that this question came before 'So, what have you been doing with yourself?'
I remember not long after I got back from living in England I was managing a ladies fashion store and I ran into girl I went to school with. When I told her about my job and my trip she actually said to me 'What, no man?'! She was engaged at the time. We were both 23!! TWENTY THREE!!! (she is however, divorced now!)
It always amazes me that no matter what you do in your life you will always end up being judged on whether or not you have a partner in your life!
To be honest the 'Got a man yet?' question isn't even the one that stumps me the most. The question that really leaves me at a total loss for words is 'why are you still single?'. I hate that question soooo much! People say it to my face or they ask my friends why I'm still single and my friends relay it back to me. Now, I know my friends tell me because they see it as a compliment, because it is said meaning 'I don't understand why she is still single' but it is a question I can't answer in a nice polite way so I generally just change the subject. People don't want my answer. My answer is 'I don't know, why do YOU think I'm still single?' But I can't actually ask that because it would obviously just make people feel uncomfortable. Or on the few occasions I have asked it I just get cop out answers like 'you are obviously too fussy' or 'you obviously don't want one'! These answers make me want to scream because I want constructive things like 'you need to smile more', 'you need to listen more', 'change the way you dress', 'don't act quite so blokey', 'don't be so obtrusive', 'lose weight' or 'be softer'. Whatever it is, JUST TELL ME! There has to be reason, there is always a reason for things.
Have you ever seen the show 'Get Smart'? I never liked the show but I always remember the closing credits to that show when Maxwell Smart is walking through the corridor with the huge heavy doors slamming closed behind him . Well that is pretty much what happens to me if I'm talking to a guy that interests me! All those doors slam closed around me blocking any part of the real me! So it isn't that I don't want a permanent guy in my life, I just don't know which me to be in order to get one! I am a terrible flirt so I pretty much gave up attempting to flirt when I was 17, it just felt too fake for me. Sometimes I wish I had one of those little ear pieces in my ear with my two BFs on a radio telling me what to say when I'm talking to new guys (ones that aren't my friends I mean.)because when we were younger they were always the masters of the flirt! Although, the flaw in that, of course is that I wouldn't be being myself!
I remember there was this guy I was 'hanging out' with and I decided to consult my BFs about how I should be acting. (Just as a little side note, one of the BFs literally nearly fell off her chair in Gold Class cinemas purely out of excitement that I was talking like this about any guy!!) I would come to one of them and say things like 'but he got angry when a random guy was just asking me if I was having a good night' and she would say 'oh but that is nice, it just means he cares'! So I would go away thinking, Okay, I must be looking at this the wrong way! I actually used to ask them what to say and how to act but eventually I realised I just wasn't being myself (and that I actually thought he was an idiot), which to me, defeats the purpose of spending time with someone.
Not long ago I went on a blind date/coffee with a guy and it was torture!!! I was asking all these questions(because everyone always says you should listen to what the guy has to say) and all I was getting were one word responses. It also didn't help that about 9 different people I know were having coffee in that same cafe, all watching, curious to see who I was with. This was when it occurred to me that in your thirties, when people are trying to set two single people up, the only prerequisite is that they are both single and breathing! The set up very rarely has anything to do with interests and personality. Although, in saying that, one of my friends said not that long ago that he met the perfect guy for me, that his personality was so much like mine, the only problem was that he was married!!! (That's great, yeh thanks for that!!)
So tonight I had a look at one of those Internet dating sites, it was more out of curiosity than anything else. (For the record, I don't think there is anything wrong with people using these sites, I've just never done it myself.)
I found the questions on the application form very interesting. The questions were all answered on a one to ten basis and they were questions like 'how attractive are you?', 'Do you like helping those in need?', 'Are you a good listener?'. I mean come on! Are people really answering these questions completely honestly? There was a whole section on how your friends would describe you. I know how I'd like my friends to describe me but I'm sure how they actually describe me is a totally different thing!!
Now as I get older I find a lot of my good friends are unable to go out with me as much because of other commitments (understandable). When I do actually go out with them I'm generally enjoying myself so much with them that I don't have time to be meeting men. Plus times are different now. When the girls get time away from husbands, boyfriends and kids we just want to do dinners and quiet drinks so we can catch up properly (which I totally love). When the boys get time away from wives, girlfriends and kids they just want to have boys nights as a total break. So the opportunities to go out and meet guys have become less and less. Of course you go out with new people but nothing ever beats the you that you can be when you are around the friends you love and are most comfortable with. So as a result, as a single, you kind of get left in limbo a bit.
I don't want to give the wrong impression, it is not like I think about this stuff all the time, it is just when people like to remind me how my time is running out it obviously plays on my mind a bit! I mean apparently time is running out so fast for me, I barely had enough time to finish this blog!!!
Until next time,
the last single 34 yr old woman....i like long walks on the beach and....RELAX I"m joking, I"M JOKING!!!
xx
Now, I don't know if anyone else experiences this but sometimes in certain situations, in my head, my life is like a situation comedy! Sometimes when people say things to me, although I'm not actually saying anything out loud or showing any facial expression, the little me inside my head is saying everything I wish I could say. I know there is a smile I do when someone says something to me that I have no response for. (my friends can recognise this smile All TOO WELL!)
I had one of these moments this week with the guy who does my nails. We were talking about how my bf had had her baby and he said to me, 'So when are you going to have a baby?'. To which I replied (while laughing my nervous, uncomfortable laugh) "oh who knows?' And he says, 'well you better hurry up because time is running out'! MY NAIL GUY!! TELLING ME THAT MY TIME IS RUNNING OUT. The voice in my head was going nuts! For the record, the me in my head seems to yell...A LOT!!!!!
Time is running out! This is a sentence that we single girls love to hear! Nothing like putting the pressure on!
The baby thing doesn't come up half as often as the being single thing though. I used to tell my best friend I was going to write a book called 'Got a man yet?' because I went through a stage where that was all that people asked me. I mean seriously, I would see people from school or people I used to hang out with and the first question they would ask me was 'So, you got a man yet?' It always amazed me that this question came before 'So, what have you been doing with yourself?'
I remember not long after I got back from living in England I was managing a ladies fashion store and I ran into girl I went to school with. When I told her about my job and my trip she actually said to me 'What, no man?'! She was engaged at the time. We were both 23!! TWENTY THREE!!! (she is however, divorced now!)
It always amazes me that no matter what you do in your life you will always end up being judged on whether or not you have a partner in your life!
To be honest the 'Got a man yet?' question isn't even the one that stumps me the most. The question that really leaves me at a total loss for words is 'why are you still single?'. I hate that question soooo much! People say it to my face or they ask my friends why I'm still single and my friends relay it back to me. Now, I know my friends tell me because they see it as a compliment, because it is said meaning 'I don't understand why she is still single' but it is a question I can't answer in a nice polite way so I generally just change the subject. People don't want my answer. My answer is 'I don't know, why do YOU think I'm still single?' But I can't actually ask that because it would obviously just make people feel uncomfortable. Or on the few occasions I have asked it I just get cop out answers like 'you are obviously too fussy' or 'you obviously don't want one'! These answers make me want to scream because I want constructive things like 'you need to smile more', 'you need to listen more', 'change the way you dress', 'don't act quite so blokey', 'don't be so obtrusive', 'lose weight' or 'be softer'. Whatever it is, JUST TELL ME! There has to be reason, there is always a reason for things.
Have you ever seen the show 'Get Smart'? I never liked the show but I always remember the closing credits to that show when Maxwell Smart is walking through the corridor with the huge heavy doors slamming closed behind him . Well that is pretty much what happens to me if I'm talking to a guy that interests me! All those doors slam closed around me blocking any part of the real me! So it isn't that I don't want a permanent guy in my life, I just don't know which me to be in order to get one! I am a terrible flirt so I pretty much gave up attempting to flirt when I was 17, it just felt too fake for me. Sometimes I wish I had one of those little ear pieces in my ear with my two BFs on a radio telling me what to say when I'm talking to new guys (ones that aren't my friends I mean.)because when we were younger they were always the masters of the flirt! Although, the flaw in that, of course is that I wouldn't be being myself!
I remember there was this guy I was 'hanging out' with and I decided to consult my BFs about how I should be acting. (Just as a little side note, one of the BFs literally nearly fell off her chair in Gold Class cinemas purely out of excitement that I was talking like this about any guy!!) I would come to one of them and say things like 'but he got angry when a random guy was just asking me if I was having a good night' and she would say 'oh but that is nice, it just means he cares'! So I would go away thinking, Okay, I must be looking at this the wrong way! I actually used to ask them what to say and how to act but eventually I realised I just wasn't being myself (and that I actually thought he was an idiot), which to me, defeats the purpose of spending time with someone.
Not long ago I went on a blind date/coffee with a guy and it was torture!!! I was asking all these questions(because everyone always says you should listen to what the guy has to say) and all I was getting were one word responses. It also didn't help that about 9 different people I know were having coffee in that same cafe, all watching, curious to see who I was with. This was when it occurred to me that in your thirties, when people are trying to set two single people up, the only prerequisite is that they are both single and breathing! The set up very rarely has anything to do with interests and personality. Although, in saying that, one of my friends said not that long ago that he met the perfect guy for me, that his personality was so much like mine, the only problem was that he was married!!! (That's great, yeh thanks for that!!)
So tonight I had a look at one of those Internet dating sites, it was more out of curiosity than anything else. (For the record, I don't think there is anything wrong with people using these sites, I've just never done it myself.)
I found the questions on the application form very interesting. The questions were all answered on a one to ten basis and they were questions like 'how attractive are you?', 'Do you like helping those in need?', 'Are you a good listener?'. I mean come on! Are people really answering these questions completely honestly? There was a whole section on how your friends would describe you. I know how I'd like my friends to describe me but I'm sure how they actually describe me is a totally different thing!!
Now as I get older I find a lot of my good friends are unable to go out with me as much because of other commitments (understandable). When I do actually go out with them I'm generally enjoying myself so much with them that I don't have time to be meeting men. Plus times are different now. When the girls get time away from husbands, boyfriends and kids we just want to do dinners and quiet drinks so we can catch up properly (which I totally love). When the boys get time away from wives, girlfriends and kids they just want to have boys nights as a total break. So the opportunities to go out and meet guys have become less and less. Of course you go out with new people but nothing ever beats the you that you can be when you are around the friends you love and are most comfortable with. So as a result, as a single, you kind of get left in limbo a bit.
I don't want to give the wrong impression, it is not like I think about this stuff all the time, it is just when people like to remind me how my time is running out it obviously plays on my mind a bit! I mean apparently time is running out so fast for me, I barely had enough time to finish this blog!!!
Until next time,
the last single 34 yr old woman....i like long walks on the beach and....RELAX I"m joking, I"M JOKING!!!
xx
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
A new life....
When I was five one of my first memories of year one was that I got an extra piece of cake when the prac. teacher was leaving because my best friend was her cousin. Believe me, that is so exciting for a 5 year old! We had an instant bond my best friend and I, (for the purpose of this blog we'll call her BF1) but I can't remember how we actually became friends, it is strange really, that I can't actually remember how I became friends with my best friend! I remember her coming to my house to play a lot. We used to wear one of my roller skates each! (not boot skates at that time but the ones you had to wear sneakers with!). I remember making microphones out of toilet rolls and aluminium foil and also making wonder woman cuffs out of aluminium foil. I remember her mum picking me up from school when she was sick and hiding me behind the curtains as a surprise for her. (I think she was expecting a bigger surprise)I remember throwing up when I saw her throw up, so we both got sent home sick!
I remember performing her play 'Popcorn' in front our whole school in year 7. I remember being two of three people who refused to perform 'take the pressure down' for the poor disabled school cleaner's 70th birthday (we were mortified!). I remember stealing locuts from the priests trees!
I remember meeting BF1's glamorous cousin when we were in year 8. I remember each of us standing up for each other in high school.
I remember going into the city every weekend. Actually it started out as just going to the local shopping centre and literally 'doing laps', then sometimes to the local tennis courts where 'everyone' used to hang out.
The best memories, of course came when we left school. We started going out every weekend. It wasn't long after that we started hanging out with her (glamorous) cousin. I don't quite know when her cousin and me formed a bond but we did and we started going out a lot together as well (so now she is BF2). We have had some crazy times, the three of us! We have traveled together, we sang in a couple of bands together (don't ask!) we have laughed together and cried together. I've had the best laughs with both of these girls (i know we are all ladies but we are all still girls to me).
I remember when they both announced their engagements to me! So exciting!
I remember when BF2 rang me half an hour after she gave birth, she doesn't remember, because of the drugs, but I will always remember.
I remember standing next to BF1 when she got married!
I remember standing next to BF2 when her first daughter got christened (I was Godmother).
We have had our moments, my two Bfs and me, we are, after all 3 very strong minded women. We have shared so much. We know so much about one another and we share a bond that I can't describe. We have been tested and tried, and we got through.
Bf1 and I can talk on the phone for over an hour every time! A few weeks ago we spoke for nearly 3 hours but it was worth it, we put the whole world straight.
BF2 and I very rarely go a day without texting each other (even the smallest, most trivial things).
These friendships have lasted such a long time. Now they are better than ever.
BF1 had a baby boy yesterday! I'm desperate to meet him but she lives in a different state. I've seen one photo but I already adore him. I can't believe that the same person i played with when I was 5 has just had a baby!!! This new life is so refreshing, so exciting....so...NEW! I am so excited!
Until next time,
the last single 34 yr old
I remember performing her play 'Popcorn' in front our whole school in year 7. I remember being two of three people who refused to perform 'take the pressure down' for the poor disabled school cleaner's 70th birthday (we were mortified!). I remember stealing locuts from the priests trees!
I remember meeting BF1's glamorous cousin when we were in year 8. I remember each of us standing up for each other in high school.
I remember going into the city every weekend. Actually it started out as just going to the local shopping centre and literally 'doing laps', then sometimes to the local tennis courts where 'everyone' used to hang out.
The best memories, of course came when we left school. We started going out every weekend. It wasn't long after that we started hanging out with her (glamorous) cousin. I don't quite know when her cousin and me formed a bond but we did and we started going out a lot together as well (so now she is BF2). We have had some crazy times, the three of us! We have traveled together, we sang in a couple of bands together (don't ask!) we have laughed together and cried together. I've had the best laughs with both of these girls (i know we are all ladies but we are all still girls to me).
I remember when they both announced their engagements to me! So exciting!
I remember when BF2 rang me half an hour after she gave birth, she doesn't remember, because of the drugs, but I will always remember.
I remember standing next to BF1 when she got married!
I remember standing next to BF2 when her first daughter got christened (I was Godmother).
We have had our moments, my two Bfs and me, we are, after all 3 very strong minded women. We have shared so much. We know so much about one another and we share a bond that I can't describe. We have been tested and tried, and we got through.
Bf1 and I can talk on the phone for over an hour every time! A few weeks ago we spoke for nearly 3 hours but it was worth it, we put the whole world straight.
BF2 and I very rarely go a day without texting each other (even the smallest, most trivial things).
These friendships have lasted such a long time. Now they are better than ever.
BF1 had a baby boy yesterday! I'm desperate to meet him but she lives in a different state. I've seen one photo but I already adore him. I can't believe that the same person i played with when I was 5 has just had a baby!!! This new life is so refreshing, so exciting....so...NEW! I am so excited!
Until next time,
the last single 34 yr old
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Moment to moment
John Lennon once wrote in one of his songs 'life is what happens to you while you are busy making other plans'. This is a line that often pops into my head. I'm always thinking about the future and planning things that sometimes I forget to appreciate the small moments in my life. There are so many! Every now and then a simple moment will pop into my head that can make me laugh out loud, smile or even feel sad.
It is amazing how the smallest moments in our lives can mean so much to us.
There are the moments my friends and family have told me they are having a baby, that first second of excitement is so uplifting!
The times my sisters and friends have asked me to be godparent to their child, I always feel so proud.
There are so many moments I can remember laughing until I'm crying. I actually remember at least 3 of these times we had were in a taxi! We were laughing so much we could barely give directions to the driver. Who knows what we were laughing at but the memory of it makes me laugh every time.
I will always remember the moment at my friends house when they put their tiny 2wk old son in my arms and he fell asleep on me, I fell in love with him then and there!
We are a family who doesn't show much affection but I remember once sitting at the dinner table with my Dad (a man who has no time for small talk)when Mum was in hospital and he told me he loved me. That moment will always be so dear to me.
This is a strange one, I remember years ago when I was living in England I was on a bus. As I was standing up to get off the bus I noticed a lighter had fallen out of the pocket of the guy in front of me. I picked it up and gave it to him and as I did I noticed his most amazing eyes and smile. It was like a Hollywood moment as we stared at each other both holding onto the lighter, eventually I had to let go and get off the bus but it was a strange moment. I only ever saw him once again when I got off the double decker bus another time and saw him through the window of the packed bus; we just stared again. A bit soppy for me I know, but yes I'll always remember it!
I remember every single time I've gotten the phone call that someone in my life has died. That feeling of your heart breaking is hard to forget.
Although such a sad day, I'll always cherish the moment at my Uncle and Aunty's funeral (one of the hardest I've ever been too) when I looked up and saw my four closest friends standing there. Words can't describe how comforted I was by that. At the same day I'll always remember one of them walking over to me during the funeral to see if I needed her, another moment that meant so much.
I'll always remember when one of my friends rang me after another funeral and said he was taking me for a coffee, obviously just to get my mind off things. The same friend took me to the zoo one year on my birthday when he knew I wouldn't be doing anything. These small things wouldn't have meant much to him but meant so much to me. (we've already established that friends are everything to me)
There was a moment recently when a friend remembered me saying I'd love to go to a comedy club so she surprised me for my birthday, again, this meant so, so much to me.
I have a friend who lives overseas who seems to have the most amazing timing. About two years ago I was going through some stuff that she would never have known about but at the time she sent me a beautiful card just to say she had been thinking about me. Then again, a few weeks ago I was having a bit of a down day when all of a sudden she text me to say she had just been thinking about me. These little moments just make me feel so good and they actually helped pull me out of the bad stuff I was feeling!
There are the 'good luck' texts, the 'well done' texts and the 'I'm thinking of you' texts.
There are those moments when you suddenly realise that things have changed!
There are those moments when you realise you may have just lost a friendship that you cherish. Even though it may have taken a while for the friendship to perish the hardest moment is when you accept it and let it go. I look back at these friendships with such fondness and know that a little piece of me has has died along with the friendship. Sometimes I bump into those friends and have a nostalgic moment and I wonder if they look back with the same fondness.
There are those moments with my best friends where we just talk and talk and we feel like we've put the whole world right, even for just a moment.
And the dancing, oh I can't forget the dancing. We've had times at hotels or at home where we have danced and danced until we can't dance anymore.
I think we should always cherish every moment! The moments we wish would last forever, the moments we wish had never happened, the moments that make us laugh, the moments that made us cry, the moments we can never get back and the moment that is right now. These are the moments that have formed us, that have put us where we are today! Then there is the excitement of not knowing what the moments that are still to come will bring us!
Until next time,
the last single 34yr old woman
It is amazing how the smallest moments in our lives can mean so much to us.
There are the moments my friends and family have told me they are having a baby, that first second of excitement is so uplifting!
The times my sisters and friends have asked me to be godparent to their child, I always feel so proud.
There are so many moments I can remember laughing until I'm crying. I actually remember at least 3 of these times we had were in a taxi! We were laughing so much we could barely give directions to the driver. Who knows what we were laughing at but the memory of it makes me laugh every time.
I will always remember the moment at my friends house when they put their tiny 2wk old son in my arms and he fell asleep on me, I fell in love with him then and there!
We are a family who doesn't show much affection but I remember once sitting at the dinner table with my Dad (a man who has no time for small talk)when Mum was in hospital and he told me he loved me. That moment will always be so dear to me.
This is a strange one, I remember years ago when I was living in England I was on a bus. As I was standing up to get off the bus I noticed a lighter had fallen out of the pocket of the guy in front of me. I picked it up and gave it to him and as I did I noticed his most amazing eyes and smile. It was like a Hollywood moment as we stared at each other both holding onto the lighter, eventually I had to let go and get off the bus but it was a strange moment. I only ever saw him once again when I got off the double decker bus another time and saw him through the window of the packed bus; we just stared again. A bit soppy for me I know, but yes I'll always remember it!
I remember every single time I've gotten the phone call that someone in my life has died. That feeling of your heart breaking is hard to forget.
Although such a sad day, I'll always cherish the moment at my Uncle and Aunty's funeral (one of the hardest I've ever been too) when I looked up and saw my four closest friends standing there. Words can't describe how comforted I was by that. At the same day I'll always remember one of them walking over to me during the funeral to see if I needed her, another moment that meant so much.
I'll always remember when one of my friends rang me after another funeral and said he was taking me for a coffee, obviously just to get my mind off things. The same friend took me to the zoo one year on my birthday when he knew I wouldn't be doing anything. These small things wouldn't have meant much to him but meant so much to me. (we've already established that friends are everything to me)
There was a moment recently when a friend remembered me saying I'd love to go to a comedy club so she surprised me for my birthday, again, this meant so, so much to me.
I have a friend who lives overseas who seems to have the most amazing timing. About two years ago I was going through some stuff that she would never have known about but at the time she sent me a beautiful card just to say she had been thinking about me. Then again, a few weeks ago I was having a bit of a down day when all of a sudden she text me to say she had just been thinking about me. These little moments just make me feel so good and they actually helped pull me out of the bad stuff I was feeling!
There are the 'good luck' texts, the 'well done' texts and the 'I'm thinking of you' texts.
There are those moments when you suddenly realise that things have changed!
There are those moments when you realise you may have just lost a friendship that you cherish. Even though it may have taken a while for the friendship to perish the hardest moment is when you accept it and let it go. I look back at these friendships with such fondness and know that a little piece of me has has died along with the friendship. Sometimes I bump into those friends and have a nostalgic moment and I wonder if they look back with the same fondness.
There are those moments with my best friends where we just talk and talk and we feel like we've put the whole world right, even for just a moment.
And the dancing, oh I can't forget the dancing. We've had times at hotels or at home where we have danced and danced until we can't dance anymore.
I think we should always cherish every moment! The moments we wish would last forever, the moments we wish had never happened, the moments that make us laugh, the moments that made us cry, the moments we can never get back and the moment that is right now. These are the moments that have formed us, that have put us where we are today! Then there is the excitement of not knowing what the moments that are still to come will bring us!
Until next time,
the last single 34yr old woman
Friday, January 29, 2010
Age vs Honesty
Coming from such a big family, I've always had little children around me. I also baby sit my good friend's children every now and then, and with my children's party business I'm around kids a lot.
The other day I was looking after my friend's children. I don't think the kids really look at it as me looking after them but more like a play date. (I always remember the little boy asking me why I was allowed to swim without any 'big people' around!!)Anyway the three of us were doing some painting (there is a whole story that I could write of the disaster that came from painting but that could be a whole blog in itself!)
As I was sitting there just casually chatting with a 4 year old and a 6 year old I was thinking about how real kids are. They are completely honest. I always feel like kids can spot a fake a mile away. When you ask a child to do something and they say no, generally when you ask them why they will answer 'because I don't want to'! I love that! You can tell a child off and then 5 seconds later they are playing a game with you. They don't pigeon hole you. You are never just the person who tells them off or just the person to have fun with, children accept the every you in you! (if that makes sense)
Things, however, are not so simple with adults. Lies, deceptions, double standards and backstabbing seem to be accepted as normal parts of adult lives. I've chatted with so many people over the years about the value of their friendships. Most girls I talk to have had close female friends that they are no longer friends with because of backstabbing and bitchiness. At what stage in our lives does our childlike honesty go out the window?
I hate it when standing with a group of people, all friendly and nice and then the second one of them walks off, the others all start bitching about them! I know a lot of that happened in high school, I never expected it to still happen in my thirties.
I think this is why people have always questioned the bond between 'Dominique', 'Priscilla' and myself. No one can seem to fathom how three females can be so close for such a long time. At the moment I feel like we are all stronger than ever but believe me we've all had our moments over the years(as everyone does)but looking back, those moments have usually arisen when other people start interfering with our friendship. Those two haven't pigeon holed me and they know the true me (by pigeon holing I mean when people only see you as one thing, for example if you have one night where you are driving and not drinking some people will always see you as someone who doesn't know how to have a good time!). They accept that sometimes I like to chat to them for ages about everything, or sometimes I like to turn my phone off and disappear for a day or two, They accept that some nights I like to do quiet drinks at home or some nights I like to go nuts and party until the next morning. Dominique has always accepted that Priscilla and I like to drink quite a bit (actually we can out drink most people)sometimes and we both accept that she generally doesn't like to drink as much as us but none of us judge each other for it. After so long, there is very little judgement, just friendship!
I also find that lies never stop as we get older. I am amazingly good at being able to tell when someone is lying to me, and it happens a lot. From all my years of managing in retail I've come across so many lies. Staff members lie all the time about being late, or not showing up to work etc. Customer's lie all the time when trying to return clothes. Most of the time when I know someone is lying I don't call them on it because it isn't worth the hassle. I figure karma will sort it out. I'm not totally innocent,I've had to use lies the years as well, especially now with my business when I have to convince children I am actually a blue fairy. It always amuses me that if you do call someone on a lie they get angry and argumentative even if you have actual evidence it is almost as if they have actually convinced themselves that they are telling the truth.
Of course any conversation about lies will lead to honesty. Honesty is a funny little thing. I find when people say the words 'be honest with me' they mean be a little honest but not totally honest!! Not me! I like total honesty! I find if your feelings get a little hurt by someone being totally honest with you it still doesn't even come close to the feeling of finding out the truth ages later!
I also find that total honesty plays a part in bitching as well. I always find when someone is bitching to you about someone else they tend to embellish the truth a bit. They tend to make the person they are talking about sound worse than they are and they are usually actually leaving out any bad stuff about themselves. The only embellishments I appreciate in my life are on my Wheels and Dollbaby singlets thanks!!
One thing my Grandfather taught me was to 'trust no one' (I think this is a very Scottish thing but also a very useful piece of advice).
One thing my mum always taught me is, if someone is bitching to you about someone else, they are usually bitching to someone else about you! (also a very useful piece of advice that is always in the back of my mind).
As I get older I find myself being more childlike in dealing with double standards and honesty etc. I find it harder to fake it if someone irritates me, I find myself just writing people off if they are constantly lying to me or bitching about me. I find myself not giving a reason when I have to say 'No' to something (I learned that off Oprah). Life is too short to get caught up in all the complications that we create for ourselves. I have an amazing network of real friends around me (those people know who they are)....why would I surround myself with anything less?!
Until next time,
the last single 34yr old woman
The other day I was looking after my friend's children. I don't think the kids really look at it as me looking after them but more like a play date. (I always remember the little boy asking me why I was allowed to swim without any 'big people' around!!)Anyway the three of us were doing some painting (there is a whole story that I could write of the disaster that came from painting but that could be a whole blog in itself!)
As I was sitting there just casually chatting with a 4 year old and a 6 year old I was thinking about how real kids are. They are completely honest. I always feel like kids can spot a fake a mile away. When you ask a child to do something and they say no, generally when you ask them why they will answer 'because I don't want to'! I love that! You can tell a child off and then 5 seconds later they are playing a game with you. They don't pigeon hole you. You are never just the person who tells them off or just the person to have fun with, children accept the every you in you! (if that makes sense)
Things, however, are not so simple with adults. Lies, deceptions, double standards and backstabbing seem to be accepted as normal parts of adult lives. I've chatted with so many people over the years about the value of their friendships. Most girls I talk to have had close female friends that they are no longer friends with because of backstabbing and bitchiness. At what stage in our lives does our childlike honesty go out the window?
I hate it when standing with a group of people, all friendly and nice and then the second one of them walks off, the others all start bitching about them! I know a lot of that happened in high school, I never expected it to still happen in my thirties.
I think this is why people have always questioned the bond between 'Dominique', 'Priscilla' and myself. No one can seem to fathom how three females can be so close for such a long time. At the moment I feel like we are all stronger than ever but believe me we've all had our moments over the years(as everyone does)but looking back, those moments have usually arisen when other people start interfering with our friendship. Those two haven't pigeon holed me and they know the true me (by pigeon holing I mean when people only see you as one thing, for example if you have one night where you are driving and not drinking some people will always see you as someone who doesn't know how to have a good time!). They accept that sometimes I like to chat to them for ages about everything, or sometimes I like to turn my phone off and disappear for a day or two, They accept that some nights I like to do quiet drinks at home or some nights I like to go nuts and party until the next morning. Dominique has always accepted that Priscilla and I like to drink quite a bit (actually we can out drink most people)sometimes and we both accept that she generally doesn't like to drink as much as us but none of us judge each other for it. After so long, there is very little judgement, just friendship!
I also find that lies never stop as we get older. I am amazingly good at being able to tell when someone is lying to me, and it happens a lot. From all my years of managing in retail I've come across so many lies. Staff members lie all the time about being late, or not showing up to work etc. Customer's lie all the time when trying to return clothes. Most of the time when I know someone is lying I don't call them on it because it isn't worth the hassle. I figure karma will sort it out. I'm not totally innocent,I've had to use lies the years as well, especially now with my business when I have to convince children I am actually a blue fairy. It always amuses me that if you do call someone on a lie they get angry and argumentative even if you have actual evidence it is almost as if they have actually convinced themselves that they are telling the truth.
Of course any conversation about lies will lead to honesty. Honesty is a funny little thing. I find when people say the words 'be honest with me' they mean be a little honest but not totally honest!! Not me! I like total honesty! I find if your feelings get a little hurt by someone being totally honest with you it still doesn't even come close to the feeling of finding out the truth ages later!
I also find that total honesty plays a part in bitching as well. I always find when someone is bitching to you about someone else they tend to embellish the truth a bit. They tend to make the person they are talking about sound worse than they are and they are usually actually leaving out any bad stuff about themselves. The only embellishments I appreciate in my life are on my Wheels and Dollbaby singlets thanks!!
One thing my Grandfather taught me was to 'trust no one' (I think this is a very Scottish thing but also a very useful piece of advice).
One thing my mum always taught me is, if someone is bitching to you about someone else, they are usually bitching to someone else about you! (also a very useful piece of advice that is always in the back of my mind).
As I get older I find myself being more childlike in dealing with double standards and honesty etc. I find it harder to fake it if someone irritates me, I find myself just writing people off if they are constantly lying to me or bitching about me. I find myself not giving a reason when I have to say 'No' to something (I learned that off Oprah). Life is too short to get caught up in all the complications that we create for ourselves. I have an amazing network of real friends around me (those people know who they are)....why would I surround myself with anything less?!
Until next time,
the last single 34yr old woman
Friday, January 22, 2010
I am New York!
I don't know that much about American politics but I always remember reading that when Giuliani was mayor of New York he created the 'No Tolerance' policy for criminals, even for first time offenders. I definitely have developed quite a no tolerance policy of my own. The older I get the less patience I seem to have for the things that irk me. It is funny that sometimes the most frivolous of things can annoy us (or maybe I should just speak for myself!).
One thing I tried to do this year was make a pact with myself to try and lose my temper less. My Scottish/Italian heritage has made me quite a fiery little specimen, so to curb my temper takes quite a bit of what I like to call 'giving birth breathing'!
I realise when I'm trying not to get angry, I develop a kind of quivering, almost-laughing element to my voice as a way of suppressing the fact that I really want to raise my voice and snap! I discovered this just recently when I was out and someone I barely know put their mouth on the straw that was in my Red Bull. Now let me explain something, although I'm not a total germaphobe (?), I have a real problem with swapping spit with someone who I haven't, or have no intention of, shall we say. shared any kind of intimate moment with (tactful enough?). To give you a better understanding, like when someone is talking to me and their spit lands on my lip (this happens more often than you would think and usually alcohol is involved) I pretty much am distracted, for the rest of the conversation by that tiny dot of spit trying to penetrate the skin in my lip!
There have been many occasions where Dominique, Priscilla and myself have motioned to each other to cover our drinks to avoid any straying saliva from whoever we are talking to.
Another example is from quite a few years ago. I was out at a casual dinner with a group of people. One of the people was a kind of well known musician (in his day) who, at the time, was on my top 5 list. I ordered the Turkish bread and dips (one of my favourite simple meals) and offered it around the table, the musician took some bread and double dipped it in my dips (no this is not some kind of sexual metaphor, it is literal) he dipped the bread, took a bite and then dipped again. Now even though, (at the time)I thought he was HOT, (remember, top 5!) I still had to pull him up on it. His response: 'we all have the same spit'! AH NO, NO WE DO NOT!!
So back to the straw incident, I quickly detached my red bull from the straw. Then I realised I was causing a little mini commotion so I toned it down and all of a sudden my voice had that quivering, laughing thing going on. Meanwhile, I had lifted my free hand and dug my nails into my friend's arm to try and suppress the anger, I think he still has the nail marks!
So this all got me thinking about other things I am not tolerant of.
I always had a funny thing about strange girl's in bars and clubs accidentally brushing their hair against my bare shoulders or back. I'm not actually sure if this one still bothers me!
I hate it when someone open mouth sneezes so close to me that I can smell it. I have never discussed the sneeze smell with anyone until recently when my friends' 6 year old son brought up the subject. (Is it strange that I'm relating to a six yr old? He is six and a half after all!)
The words 'smile luv, its not that bad' grate on me in a way you wouldn't even believe! The sides of my mouth turn down, I can't help it, I'm not unhappy, it is just how I look! My eyes are smiling!
I can't stand it when girls say that they only get along with boys and that girls don't really like them. Really?! All girls?! Maybe if you actually bothered to crack a smile when saying hello to girls as opposed to flirting with and hanging off every single guy you meet. I generally manage to get along with both boys and girls just fine!
Dairy products can't stay out of the fridge for longer than half an hour. If the cheese is sweating then I won't be eating it! My four closest friends know this about me and they just laugh when I subtly (or not so subtly) put the milk away if it has been sitting on the bench too long. I also can't drink anything where the milk has started to curdle (or as Priscilla likes to say, coagulate!) I mentally freak out when that little skin starts to form on top of a hot chocolate or flat white in a cafe!
Close talkers! (no need to say more)
After so long working in retail, it infuriates me when the sales assistant doesn't look at me or continues to talk to co workers while putting through my transaction.
I should really stop there before you think I'm nuts (too late they cried)! These are just little pet peeves, I've probably got many more. I'm sure we've all got them (we do, right?!) It is the bigger stuff that should really worry us!
I don't think New York has their 'no tolerance' policy anymore.
I'm still working on mine!
Until next time,
the last single 34yr old woman
One thing I tried to do this year was make a pact with myself to try and lose my temper less. My Scottish/Italian heritage has made me quite a fiery little specimen, so to curb my temper takes quite a bit of what I like to call 'giving birth breathing'!
I realise when I'm trying not to get angry, I develop a kind of quivering, almost-laughing element to my voice as a way of suppressing the fact that I really want to raise my voice and snap! I discovered this just recently when I was out and someone I barely know put their mouth on the straw that was in my Red Bull. Now let me explain something, although I'm not a total germaphobe (?), I have a real problem with swapping spit with someone who I haven't, or have no intention of, shall we say. shared any kind of intimate moment with (tactful enough?). To give you a better understanding, like when someone is talking to me and their spit lands on my lip (this happens more often than you would think and usually alcohol is involved) I pretty much am distracted, for the rest of the conversation by that tiny dot of spit trying to penetrate the skin in my lip!
There have been many occasions where Dominique, Priscilla and myself have motioned to each other to cover our drinks to avoid any straying saliva from whoever we are talking to.
Another example is from quite a few years ago. I was out at a casual dinner with a group of people. One of the people was a kind of well known musician (in his day) who, at the time, was on my top 5 list. I ordered the Turkish bread and dips (one of my favourite simple meals) and offered it around the table, the musician took some bread and double dipped it in my dips (no this is not some kind of sexual metaphor, it is literal) he dipped the bread, took a bite and then dipped again. Now even though, (at the time)I thought he was HOT, (remember, top 5!) I still had to pull him up on it. His response: 'we all have the same spit'! AH NO, NO WE DO NOT!!
So back to the straw incident, I quickly detached my red bull from the straw. Then I realised I was causing a little mini commotion so I toned it down and all of a sudden my voice had that quivering, laughing thing going on. Meanwhile, I had lifted my free hand and dug my nails into my friend's arm to try and suppress the anger, I think he still has the nail marks!
So this all got me thinking about other things I am not tolerant of.
I always had a funny thing about strange girl's in bars and clubs accidentally brushing their hair against my bare shoulders or back. I'm not actually sure if this one still bothers me!
I hate it when someone open mouth sneezes so close to me that I can smell it. I have never discussed the sneeze smell with anyone until recently when my friends' 6 year old son brought up the subject. (Is it strange that I'm relating to a six yr old? He is six and a half after all!)
The words 'smile luv, its not that bad' grate on me in a way you wouldn't even believe! The sides of my mouth turn down, I can't help it, I'm not unhappy, it is just how I look! My eyes are smiling!
I can't stand it when girls say that they only get along with boys and that girls don't really like them. Really?! All girls?! Maybe if you actually bothered to crack a smile when saying hello to girls as opposed to flirting with and hanging off every single guy you meet. I generally manage to get along with both boys and girls just fine!
Dairy products can't stay out of the fridge for longer than half an hour. If the cheese is sweating then I won't be eating it! My four closest friends know this about me and they just laugh when I subtly (or not so subtly) put the milk away if it has been sitting on the bench too long. I also can't drink anything where the milk has started to curdle (or as Priscilla likes to say, coagulate!) I mentally freak out when that little skin starts to form on top of a hot chocolate or flat white in a cafe!
Close talkers! (no need to say more)
After so long working in retail, it infuriates me when the sales assistant doesn't look at me or continues to talk to co workers while putting through my transaction.
I should really stop there before you think I'm nuts (too late they cried)! These are just little pet peeves, I've probably got many more. I'm sure we've all got them (we do, right?!) It is the bigger stuff that should really worry us!
I don't think New York has their 'no tolerance' policy anymore.
I'm still working on mine!
Until next time,
the last single 34yr old woman
Monday, January 18, 2010
FACE the truth
On Sunday as I was getting ready to go to Mum and Dad's house for our weekly morning tea, it suddenly occurred to me that this was the first time in a week that I had actually put on make up. Although this may not seem that unusual, the people who I hang out with the most would know that it is a very rare occasion for me not to wear make up.
Last week I had a very low key week and I just couldn't be bothered putting on any make up on, not even mascara. I only went to the local shops and to visit my parents, so in my opinion it wasn't necessary. I ran into a few people I knew (funny, in my head I thought no one would recognise me without my mask, not so!). One comment was you look tired, one was you look different and one was you look sun burnt (I wasn't, I have a couple of patches of pigmentation on my face) I wanted to yell like Chewbacca at them but I calmly just muttered 'I'm not wearing any make up'! Oh and p.s.when did it become all right for people who barely know you to point out flaws in your appearance? It is like when someone points out a spot on your face (I don't like the P word) I feel like yelling at them (chewbacca style again) that I already know, I do own a mirror, I AM AWARE!!
This got me thinking about when I first started wearing make up. I mean as a young girl I always used to play dress ups with my best friend and we would raid our Mum's old make up cupboards. In fact I have photos that my sister took for her photography assignment when I was 8 and she had me done up like one of those American child beauty contestants (looked more like a child drag queen) I started wearing a bit of lippy for 'special occasions' when I was 13 but my oldest sister gave me my first lipstick and matching lip liner when I was 14, it was Australis frosted pink and the lip liner matched perfectly! (aah what a colour!)
I was on a (kind of) date with a guy not too long ago and he decided to tell me I wear too much make up because he liked a more natural look (I thought to myself, how would you know when you've never seen me without make up?!) needless to say I didn't really see him much after that(my choice)!
One night I was at dinner with one of my best friends (you'll remember I have two best friends, we'll call them Priscilla and Dominique as these are the names we used to use in our early twenties when we were stuck talking to someone we didn't want to talk to!!) so I was out with Dominique and two of our single male friends. One of the guys was talking about a girl that was 'after' him. When we asked why he wasn't interested he said 'coz she wears too much make up'! Neither of us commented. Later that week we went out with another single male friend and bombarded him with questions. 'Would you be turned off by a girl with too much make up?' 'What is too much make up?' 'Do WE wear too much?'. He explained he likes natural looking skin, so he wasn't talking about lipstick or eye shadow but foundation. He never quite answered the 'do we wear too much?' question....hmmmm!!!
My friends have discussed this and we came up with the conclusion that there are the girls who look natural because they are natural and wear minimal make up and then there are the girls who are wearing natural looking make up (there is a big difference). We also all came up with the conclusion that natural looking make up is a lot harder to achieve than crazy, going out on the town make up! Especially now in a world of primers and highlighters and shimmers (my goodness it sounds like I'm painting a wall!)
But then on other occasions I have been out with the guys and they are all checking out girls who have the make up caked on as if ready for a playboy photo shoot (which I actually love by the way) and when I've pointed this out, they are like 'yeh I guess but she still look hot'! Ah the double standards of men, don't you just love it?!!
I have A LOT of make up, I'm a bit of a make up hoarder. I still have a turquoise eye shadow (that I do occasionally wear)that my sister was throwing out when I was 11! I wear my favourites, and most natural on normal days and then jazz it up for night time. I'm a big fan of eye shadow. I wear gloss more than lipstick (I generally have at least 5 glosses in my bag, don't ask me why!) I only wear one shade of lip liner, although I have at least ten spares of that one lip liner (I live in fear of the words 'that colour has been discontinued').
Very few people see me with no make up. I always remember a couple of years ago I was talking to one of my male friends on the phone. I was having, what I call, a no make up day. While I was on the phone there was a knock on the door and it was the friend that was still on the phone with me and one of our other friends, they were picking me up for a coffee and wouldn't let me put make up on- I wore VERY BIG sunglasses! Some of my girlfriends said they wouldn't have even answered the door! Aren't we amusing creatures?
I don't really know where I was going with this whole make up thing, it just started off with one quick thought but here I am and any boys reading are probably snoring!
And yes I know it seems frivolous and meaningless and I know beauty is on the inside but sometimes its just nice to add a little colour to our black and white picture!
Until next time,
the last single 34yr old woman
Last week I had a very low key week and I just couldn't be bothered putting on any make up on, not even mascara. I only went to the local shops and to visit my parents, so in my opinion it wasn't necessary. I ran into a few people I knew (funny, in my head I thought no one would recognise me without my mask, not so!). One comment was you look tired, one was you look different and one was you look sun burnt (I wasn't, I have a couple of patches of pigmentation on my face) I wanted to yell like Chewbacca at them but I calmly just muttered 'I'm not wearing any make up'! Oh and p.s.when did it become all right for people who barely know you to point out flaws in your appearance? It is like when someone points out a spot on your face (I don't like the P word) I feel like yelling at them (chewbacca style again) that I already know, I do own a mirror, I AM AWARE!!
This got me thinking about when I first started wearing make up. I mean as a young girl I always used to play dress ups with my best friend and we would raid our Mum's old make up cupboards. In fact I have photos that my sister took for her photography assignment when I was 8 and she had me done up like one of those American child beauty contestants (looked more like a child drag queen) I started wearing a bit of lippy for 'special occasions' when I was 13 but my oldest sister gave me my first lipstick and matching lip liner when I was 14, it was Australis frosted pink and the lip liner matched perfectly! (aah what a colour!)
I was on a (kind of) date with a guy not too long ago and he decided to tell me I wear too much make up because he liked a more natural look (I thought to myself, how would you know when you've never seen me without make up?!) needless to say I didn't really see him much after that(my choice)!
One night I was at dinner with one of my best friends (you'll remember I have two best friends, we'll call them Priscilla and Dominique as these are the names we used to use in our early twenties when we were stuck talking to someone we didn't want to talk to!!) so I was out with Dominique and two of our single male friends. One of the guys was talking about a girl that was 'after' him. When we asked why he wasn't interested he said 'coz she wears too much make up'! Neither of us commented. Later that week we went out with another single male friend and bombarded him with questions. 'Would you be turned off by a girl with too much make up?' 'What is too much make up?' 'Do WE wear too much?'. He explained he likes natural looking skin, so he wasn't talking about lipstick or eye shadow but foundation. He never quite answered the 'do we wear too much?' question....hmmmm!!!
My friends have discussed this and we came up with the conclusion that there are the girls who look natural because they are natural and wear minimal make up and then there are the girls who are wearing natural looking make up (there is a big difference). We also all came up with the conclusion that natural looking make up is a lot harder to achieve than crazy, going out on the town make up! Especially now in a world of primers and highlighters and shimmers (my goodness it sounds like I'm painting a wall!)
But then on other occasions I have been out with the guys and they are all checking out girls who have the make up caked on as if ready for a playboy photo shoot (which I actually love by the way) and when I've pointed this out, they are like 'yeh I guess but she still look hot'! Ah the double standards of men, don't you just love it?!!
I have A LOT of make up, I'm a bit of a make up hoarder. I still have a turquoise eye shadow (that I do occasionally wear)that my sister was throwing out when I was 11! I wear my favourites, and most natural on normal days and then jazz it up for night time. I'm a big fan of eye shadow. I wear gloss more than lipstick (I generally have at least 5 glosses in my bag, don't ask me why!) I only wear one shade of lip liner, although I have at least ten spares of that one lip liner (I live in fear of the words 'that colour has been discontinued').
Very few people see me with no make up. I always remember a couple of years ago I was talking to one of my male friends on the phone. I was having, what I call, a no make up day. While I was on the phone there was a knock on the door and it was the friend that was still on the phone with me and one of our other friends, they were picking me up for a coffee and wouldn't let me put make up on- I wore VERY BIG sunglasses! Some of my girlfriends said they wouldn't have even answered the door! Aren't we amusing creatures?
I don't really know where I was going with this whole make up thing, it just started off with one quick thought but here I am and any boys reading are probably snoring!
And yes I know it seems frivolous and meaningless and I know beauty is on the inside but sometimes its just nice to add a little colour to our black and white picture!
Until next time,
the last single 34yr old woman
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Weighing up the facts...
Isn't the symbol for Libra the scales? I'm a libran, although I'm not really a big follower of the star signs but maybe that will explain how much I think about weight!! I have to admit I don't actually know very many women who don't think about weight, even if it is just occasionally. Not me though, I think about it A LOT!! One of my best friends and I would text each other at least once a day with some kind of comment about weight or eating.
To start with, I'm not hugely overweight according to health standards (have you ever noticed that doctors healthy weight standards are at least 10kg more than what we would like to be, or is that just me?)but I'm slightly larger than society's standards and definitely a lot heavier than I would like to be.
In high school I couldn't care less about weight. I did sport, about once a fortnight I ate buttered rolls with salt and vinegar chips (great, now I mentioned it I want one! Damn it!), on normal days I ate two ryvitas with vegimite (this wasn't a diet, just all I could be bothered bringing from home). My downfall came when I got my first full time job and started buying my lunch everyday, that was when the weight started to make its way up (and up and up).
Now we all know the correct way to lose and maintain a healthy weight, exercise, everything in moderation, deprive yourself of nothing, don't overindulge, go easy on the sugars and fats blah blah blah! WE ALL KNOW THAT!! But come on, we all want the quick fix! Believe me I've tried a lot. The quickest most successful for me was the no carbs phase!I actually heard about it years before it worked for me but when I first tried it I really had no idea. I thought it was just no bread, rice and pasta. I was still eating lollies and doing things like ordering ice cream in a cup, not a cone! Ummm hellooo Bimbo alert!!! When I actually educated myself I dropped about 8kg on no carbs and pretty much put it all back on the second a crumb of bread touched my lips!!
When I was 22 I started this weird eating plan of an orange for breakfast, frozen coke for lunch and steak, salad and two white dinner rolls for dinner plus I was walking everyday. Insane!! I lost 11kgs but I certainly don't recommend it, I have however always kept that weight off. Up until the last two years of course. Over the last two years I have formed a pattern of putting it on then losing it, then putting it on again plus 2kg etc.
I don't judge other people's weight, only my own, I do, however always notice women who, in my opinion, have great bodies. A great body to me doesn't necessarily mean stick thin with what my friends and I call 'baby deer legs'.
Take Marilyn Monroe, she was not a small woman, she had curves and looked fantastic, she was voluptuous (or volumptuous as some people tend to say, for reasons unbeknown to me). Look at Beyonce and Kim Kardashian, they have both got 'bootie' and look fantastic. Of course their bootie doesn't move. Mine moves! That is why I wear jeans so often, they keep everything in check! I always find it amusing that when I'm standing in queues in front of little kids they seem to feel the need to touch my butt, one little boy kept sticking his finger into the fleshiest part of my butt as if he thought it was a big ole cushion. Cute? Yes, but also a little embarrassing!
The other day I put my bathers on, when I put the bottoms on, they were so small I actually thought I had them on back to front! Yikes! Needless to say I've been cutting down on the eating and exercising more everyday since then!
I know weight shouldn't be such a big issue but it is! Even men think/talk about it. I hang out with guys a fair bit so I hear their comments. One guy was telling me the other day that when he was out recently two women came and sat next to him. One started talking to him, he said she was really pretty but when she stood up he saw she was bigger in the bottom half than she appeared to be when she was sitting down so he didn't bother talking to her anymore! I didn't comment when he told me but I was horrified! Seriously, what chance do women have?!
I do have a confession to make....I LOVE FOOD! Especially savoury food. When I'm feeling down, I eat, but even worse, when I'm bored I eat. Weeknights are the worst! Sometimes at night I'll just go for a drive to prevent myself from eating. I get comfort in the fact that even women as powerful as Oprah struggle with their eating.
Right now I'm at a no more excuses stage which is great, but lets face it, I have been their many, many times before so I'll just have to take it day by day!
So...off to Hungry Jacks to get some dinner then....I'M KIDDING!!!!!!!
Until next time (I'll be less serious next time),
the last single 34yr old woman xx
To start with, I'm not hugely overweight according to health standards (have you ever noticed that doctors healthy weight standards are at least 10kg more than what we would like to be, or is that just me?)but I'm slightly larger than society's standards and definitely a lot heavier than I would like to be.
In high school I couldn't care less about weight. I did sport, about once a fortnight I ate buttered rolls with salt and vinegar chips (great, now I mentioned it I want one! Damn it!), on normal days I ate two ryvitas with vegimite (this wasn't a diet, just all I could be bothered bringing from home). My downfall came when I got my first full time job and started buying my lunch everyday, that was when the weight started to make its way up (and up and up).
Now we all know the correct way to lose and maintain a healthy weight, exercise, everything in moderation, deprive yourself of nothing, don't overindulge, go easy on the sugars and fats blah blah blah! WE ALL KNOW THAT!! But come on, we all want the quick fix! Believe me I've tried a lot. The quickest most successful for me was the no carbs phase!I actually heard about it years before it worked for me but when I first tried it I really had no idea. I thought it was just no bread, rice and pasta. I was still eating lollies and doing things like ordering ice cream in a cup, not a cone! Ummm hellooo Bimbo alert!!! When I actually educated myself I dropped about 8kg on no carbs and pretty much put it all back on the second a crumb of bread touched my lips!!
When I was 22 I started this weird eating plan of an orange for breakfast, frozen coke for lunch and steak, salad and two white dinner rolls for dinner plus I was walking everyday. Insane!! I lost 11kgs but I certainly don't recommend it, I have however always kept that weight off. Up until the last two years of course. Over the last two years I have formed a pattern of putting it on then losing it, then putting it on again plus 2kg etc.
I don't judge other people's weight, only my own, I do, however always notice women who, in my opinion, have great bodies. A great body to me doesn't necessarily mean stick thin with what my friends and I call 'baby deer legs'.
Take Marilyn Monroe, she was not a small woman, she had curves and looked fantastic, she was voluptuous (or volumptuous as some people tend to say, for reasons unbeknown to me). Look at Beyonce and Kim Kardashian, they have both got 'bootie' and look fantastic. Of course their bootie doesn't move. Mine moves! That is why I wear jeans so often, they keep everything in check! I always find it amusing that when I'm standing in queues in front of little kids they seem to feel the need to touch my butt, one little boy kept sticking his finger into the fleshiest part of my butt as if he thought it was a big ole cushion. Cute? Yes, but also a little embarrassing!
The other day I put my bathers on, when I put the bottoms on, they were so small I actually thought I had them on back to front! Yikes! Needless to say I've been cutting down on the eating and exercising more everyday since then!
I know weight shouldn't be such a big issue but it is! Even men think/talk about it. I hang out with guys a fair bit so I hear their comments. One guy was telling me the other day that when he was out recently two women came and sat next to him. One started talking to him, he said she was really pretty but when she stood up he saw she was bigger in the bottom half than she appeared to be when she was sitting down so he didn't bother talking to her anymore! I didn't comment when he told me but I was horrified! Seriously, what chance do women have?!
I do have a confession to make....I LOVE FOOD! Especially savoury food. When I'm feeling down, I eat, but even worse, when I'm bored I eat. Weeknights are the worst! Sometimes at night I'll just go for a drive to prevent myself from eating. I get comfort in the fact that even women as powerful as Oprah struggle with their eating.
Right now I'm at a no more excuses stage which is great, but lets face it, I have been their many, many times before so I'll just have to take it day by day!
So...off to Hungry Jacks to get some dinner then....I'M KIDDING!!!!!!!
Until next time (I'll be less serious next time),
the last single 34yr old woman xx
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Introducing Me.....
A friend once told me, actually no, let me rephrase that, one friend told me MANY times that I think too much! I do! I can't deny it (although my thought patterns have definitely changed over the years). So I thought, what the hell, why not write my thoughts down. I used to write them down all the time as part of a warm up for the novel I've been attempting to write for years (many, many years!) so I figure this is just the same but a slightly different (slightly more public) forum! I always used to find it theraputic and motivating, so hopefully, this will have the same affect. I have no idea what theme my blog will take or where it will take me (or where I will take it) but lets give it a go shall we?!
So....introducing me.....
- I obviously love exclamation marks and brackets!!
- I love that for the first time in 17 years I'm not tied down to a full time job!
- I hate that my money is running out and I may have to put my new business on the sidelines and take a fulltime job.
- I love that my parents have been married for nearly 51 years and are still so in love.
- I hate that I've chosen my mid thirties to do my real soul searching.
- I love that I come from a big family and have watched my nieces and nephews grow into the beautiful people that they are.
- I hate that I'm watching my nieces now enjoy their early twenties which was the most fun time of my life. (yes, I'm a little jealous)
- I love that I have two amazing best friends, one who has been in my life for 30 years and one who has been in my life for 18 years.
- I hate that some people in our lives drift in and out when we aren't ready for them to do either.
- I love that my shortest close friendships are over 12 years. To me, friendship is everything!
- I hate that I always know when people are lying to me, I'd prefer to be ignorant about it.
- I love that I can generally read people very well straight away.
- I hate that I can generally read people very well straight away!
- I love to laugh.
- I hate that I've lost my ability to be excited and dream about the future.
- I love to dance! I mean really love it!
- I hate that I've put on 8kg since this time last year!
- I love, well actually like, that I'm on track with weight loss, eating and exercise finally (well this week anyway!).
- I hate that I come across as hard and unaffectionate (is that a word?) to the people I hold dear to me.
- I love that I come across as strong sometimes to people who don't know me.
- I hate that I'm, what feels like, the last single 34yr old woman!!
Until next time,
the last single 34yr old woman xx
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