Posie and Rupert, being crazy-cute. Crute? Cuzy, maybe?

Also, I have no idea how to use tumblr. I just ticked random boxes and can’t figure out how to undo it - you don’t have to ‘answer’ this.

Rapid Fire

• Nathanator made up a new nickname for me: Darth Sparkle. He has also used “Lego Star Wars” as an affectionate term.. i.e. “I love you, Lego Star Wars” (said to me). 
• Coles chicken and sweet corn microwave-in-the-bowl soup is really, really surprisingly awesome, especially considering it’s $3. 
• My hacking and coughing is starting to sound like a velociraptor. I am absolutely exhausted from it all; all the muscles in my torso are aching. Welp.
• I hate it when people say “beef strog” or “spag bol” - both of these are pretty awesome foods, but THEY DO NOT SOUND APPETIZING! 
• Posietron the Spacepup has taken to spending all day laying on a doona, curled up in a tight little ball. She is so tiny, she looks like a fur hat with a tail. 
• I haven’t left the house except to go to the supermarket, chemist and doctor in over a week.. so, I have nothing to say. Sigh. Cabin fever x a million.

definatalie:

Hey ladies! Wanna get rid of those unsightly lady lumps? Then you should take Ellie’s Terrible Dietary Advice!

Simply lose your job so you’re living far below the poverty line, acquire a nasty drug habit and depression so that you barely feel like getting out of bed, much less eating…

This is definitely an issue within body/ fat acceptance, and one I tried to address today by sending an email to the organiser of a plus size fashion conference using the phrase “real woman” in the title of the event. The organiser’s other business is as plus size stylist, and she also uses the phrase in in that business name.

Also, on race and body image - it’s definitely, DEFINITELY being discussed. Intersectionality is, I think, being written about more and more (well, in the blogging world!)

I think it’s definitely reactionary behaviour for a lot of people to get into the [this group] vs [that group] mentality, but I hope continued involvement and discussion actually leads people to figuring out that standing on the shoulders of other people is a really crap foundation for self respect.

I wrote an email to the organizer too - it’s sitting in my drafts folder awaiting some more contemplation when I don’t feel so bad about it all. Honestly, the whole thing depressed me so much today, especially considering I read about it on the same day as another mini-hatestorm in a teacup erupted in the comments on an article on Doutzen Kroes - telling people either to “put down the doughnut” or referring to them as “mummified corpses”.

I really have trouble relating to the rampant judgment and hating. I have members of my family in all shapes and sizes, including what would be considered ‘morbidly obese’ if we go by the (intrinsically flawed by widely used) BMI system. I have never discriminated against them, never attached totally unrelated judgments like lazy or stupid to their weight, and have always supported their right to feel beautiful and valuable no matter how much they weigh. But, I am also one of those skinny girls, constantly being assumed to be a bitch, constantly being told to eat a sandwich, constantly being told that I am shallow or vain, constantly having to apologize for my weight (which is a result of medication I take, which really shouldn’t be anyone’s business, but then again, neither should my weight).   

I completely understand why she is holding the event, and I believe that Janine has good intentions. But by claiming the descriptor “real”, the implication is that anything else is “fake” - an excluding and hurtful judgment call which seems to be the exact opposite of what the event is trying to achieve.

/badly articulated rant

This is making me so happy tonight. 

(via sweethomestyle)

Awww! If I ever have kids, and they become grown-ups, I hope that they can come home for sleepovers sometimes and stay in a spare bedroom that looks like this.. it’s so cozy and homey and reminds me of my Mum.

My little sister enlisted my help for a school project on suicide. I was the model. 

I’m still not exactly sure what me laying in the bath in a petticoat with slutty makeup and fake blood all over myself has to do with suicide.. but shrug, her assignment!

Here are two of the outtakes. Behold my polka dot underwear and pointy eyebrows.

… because we have all been there.

Putting life in perspective

I had one of those incredibly significant life moments at work today.

I was just kind of standing there, leaning against the counter, staring into space, thinking about a guy from college, when this pretty cute 28, maybe 29 year old guy came over to my check out with…

Sigh. I just cried too. 

I imagine he’s trying to sing.