Considering I love examining (and subsequently tearing apart) other people’s packing lists, I thought it would only be appropriate to put mine up here for the killing. I’ve had fun packing this time around - I’ve learned heaps about what I actually need (vs. want to lug about!) after our RTW lat year. This trip is all about the hotness, and packing for warm weather is so much funner than packing for all conditions. The biggest challenge this time around is my aim to be fully-loike carry-on. Partly because I stuffed up my Darwin—>Melbourne leg and didn’t book for any luggage, and partly because I’m interested in seeing how difficult it would be to survive on less than 10kg=56cmx36cmx23cm.
As much as I love the semi-pro sewing blogs like Casey’s Elegant Musings and Gertie’s New Blog For Better Sewing, sometimes (most of the time) a girl (me) just wants something fun to wear now, without the wank of a muslin and french seams. ["Look at my French seams, aren’t they lovely?!" THEY’RE ON THE INSIDE OF YOUR SKIRT, NO ONE GIVES A SHIT.] It’s kind of obvious then, that one of my new favourite blogs is New Dress A Day.
If you want knitted, not steamed buns look at Etsy shop, thetokicafe.
New obsession: Chinese steamed pork buns, thanks to Adrian for the introduction into making my own. We made some for tea at Alice and Rich’s, and after much begging (the most lady-like begging) of Alice’s, here is the recipe:
I got an iPod Touch! Thanks Centrelink! And like all good iPod/iPhone purchasers, I downloaded Hipstamatic straight away. What timing too - for the photo-worthy event of Ned coming to Marrawah. I’m a bit tired of trying to convince everyone up here that I really do have a boyfriend and I didn’t just make him up.
Ned, me and his shiny red pants ( I can’t get the promo for Chris Lilley’s Angry Boys out of my head when I think about these pants. Have you seen the black rapper singing the “Balls…balls” song on the ad?) made an appearance at Adrian and Kirsty’s Royal Wedding party on Friday night. The laptop played “Candle in the Wind” and Ned, ahem *ELTON*, hummed the words as we waltzed up the “red carpet” (I place this in inverted commas because I pretty sure the “carpet” was actually the red towel I was sent to bed with as a potential spew rag).