It’s almost 1am. Projects like what I’m working on are why I absolutely hate work. That being said, I’m a workaholic – perhaps why I find it so easy to keep working on things. Even while I’m at home.
I suspect being able to listen to any music I feel like helps. The easy search offered by playing music from a computer vs. scrolling through the iPod definitely has something to do with it.
What a corny title, haha.
I am now in my final of uni and will be a suit-wearer for at least the next few years. So I’ll need to go suit shopping. But there’s a small issue – I’m about 180cm tall. Sans shoes. So trousers are often short, and sometimes not even an option if I want to wear heels. It’s not that I have long legs – I am simply extended throughout – including the torso. I have a few dresses and jackets and if you look closely… my waist is below the waist line! Long arms are an issue too…
Clearly, the best way for me to dress would be skirts and short-sleeve tops – as separates. Not exactly what I like. I am going to have to learn to sew and start making my own clothes.
So here are a few courses that grabbed my attention:
But first I need to finish uni… and so I’ll have to go through the pain of buying a couple of suits before I am able to make my own. Oh well – I’ll get there eventually.
I’m currently 24. I’m not going to be 25 until next year… but I think I’m starting to hit the whole quarter-life crisis thing. Or I’m just maturing. I don’t know which, or even if they’re different.
I’ve been going through my old magazines… I tend to keep them for at least 12 months and go through them after that. I cut out and keep anything that takes my fancy (gorgeous clothes, cool haircuts, beautiful photos, etc.) and chuck the rest into recycling. I have a mix of Vogue, Harper’s Bazaar, Nylon, Cleo, Cosmopolitan, Marie Claire, Madison, In Style, etc.
I took my time going through most of them, but I flicked through one Cosmo or Cleo and just chucked the rest straight out. The mag’s full of trash! Whatever did I see in it? I think I only purchased them whenever I wanted to read a mag in public while in uni mode – i.e. jeans, trashy trainers and a t-shirt. Clearly Vogue would have seemed a bit odd.
Thankfully I have Frankie to keep me happy these days.
So I’m coming across to some thought-provoking articles in the old mags and I realise I haven’t actually given the past four months of Vogue, Frankie and Oyster (my current reading set) issues a proper read. The relationship ones make me think the most – probably because I get tired of people rather easily.
So I’m approaching my quarter-life and I’m wondering what on earth I’m going to do with the next 25 years. Who am I going to keep in touch with? Will I grow old gracefully? Will I survive growing old?
So far I’ve really done nothing – went to uni, will finish my degrees, a few achievements in sport.
But none of it really means anything.
Currently listening to: Santagold, L.E.S. Artistes
