Fashion forward, me.

Today I am sporting a glamorous ensemble of:

• vintage polar fleece top with custom grubbiness at cuffs and pockets

• mildly distressed t-shirt

• sweatpants with delicate all-over pilling, subtle remnants of the original screenprint motif and drawstrings gently chewed by a feline stylist

• sneakers wittily inspired by the stylings of rather more expensive sneakers, and accented with"paint-splatter" detail

All this paired with the fresh, natural "no make-up" look and the "messy" bun hairdo seen on runways throughout Fashion Week!

What's your Sunday best?

a love letter

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways...

you're so smooth
havarti

you ooze with charm
brie

you sound tough but really you're a big softie
monterey jack

it's endearing the way you squeak when I bite you
haloumi

you crumble at my touch
colby

even when you're so sharp it makes me wince, I can't help but love you
vintage cheddar


(Hint: highlight all the text to read between the lines)

What's the business?

Ice cold Dr Pepper is the business.

Unexpected windfalls involving cheeseburgers are the business.

Watching a movie you suspect is going to be a bit crap and then it turns out completely awesome is the business.

Sunshowers are the business.

Watching a kitten fall off the couch, backwards, attached by her claws to (what is now) the underside of a toppling cushion, with a surprised look on her tiny little face, is the business.

What's the business in your world?


PS - Does anyone want to write a lovely, family-friendly guest post for me? Clearly, I need the help.

Over to You: Sports Saturday (not a typo)

I'm not big on sports in general. I'm crap at playing them, and watching them on TV makes my eyelid twitch with boredom.

I do like going to see the odd live game though. I have been to see (Aussie) football, baseball and just recently ice hockey. It still depends on the sport; I'm pretty sure tennis would be cool too but cricket or American football would send me into a coma.

The ice hockey was actually a good experience. They were college teams, fairly talented and pretty closely matched, which is good. If you have no loyalty to either team it's not so interesting to see one of them get demolished.

They have all kinds of rules I was completely unaware of, but I didn't need to know about them. All you need to know is (1) get the puck into the right goal, and (2) bash the crap out of the guys in the other shirts, hopefully while the ref is not looking.

I'm not a particularly violent person but there was something very satisfying about large blokes sliding about and smacking into each other.

Also we were not close enough to see any blood if there was any, although one guy did stand up and yell "Take off your skate and slash his neck!" I'm pretty sure he was kidding... right?!

What about you, dear readers?
What sports do you like?
Do you prefer watching on TV, watching live or (*shudder*) playing them yourself?

Original Drafts XII

This one was suggested by Mr. & Candy, who has been listening to a lot of old music lately.

Over to You: Hump Day Positivity

First off, get your minds out of the gutter - Wednesday is called Hump Day because it's the middle of the week. It has nothing to do with when a mummy and a daddy love each other very much*.
In the interest of putting some positivity** into the blogosphere, I want you to tell me what you think is good about you as a blogger.

The rules: It has to be 100% positive. I don't want to hear any qualifiers, like "I'm funny, but not as funny as..." or "I'm so crappy it has to be entertaining". I want to know what you think is good about your blogging. If it's a particular post, please provide a link in your comment.

Everyone who participates will win this awesome award of awesomeness:



Maybe you use your bloggerly influence to try to save a sweet little pup like Miss Yvonne. Maybe you can guess all my Original Drafts without checking the hovertext like BeckEye. Maybe if I do too many more of those there won't be anything left for y'all to comment.


*Whereas Friday is called POETS Day (Piss Off Early, Tomorrow's Saturday).***

**I will not call it "positive energy". Hippies.

***Yes, I accidentally posted this Tuesday night instead of scheduling it for Wednesday. But guess what, it's probably Wednesday already in Australia, so shut up.

Original Drafts XI