Posts from — April 2010

I spend my morning cleaning because I have people coming over today.

I decide to do something about my face and hair. My hair causes me issues.

Then I realise my hair issues can be solved if I change my shirt.

I feel proud that I worked this out and I change my plain black t-shirt for another plain black t-shirt.

I look at the clock and realise the first of the guests is probably going to be arriving soon.

I think to myself, ‘That’s a shame, I’d really quite like to eat some Spag-a-saurus in peace’.  

I recently remembered that I’d promised to do a post about Steph and Joel’s wedding, and frankly, the idea was giving me a coronary. How was I to craft into words, the most perfect wedding ever? How would I describe how the evening was so delightful that I’ve even managed to almost forget being assaulted by my own mother? Sure, she says we were “dancing” but everyone knows The Julia doesn’t dance. Did I just refer to myself as The Julia? Yes, and?

Essentially, I had such a good night, that everything in retrospect just seems fuzzy. Not booze induced fuzzy, more camera pans down a quiet street, while Air plays softly and soft lens flare dances about. Yes, it all seems Sophia Coppola fuzzy.

I would have to reply on doing an ‘and this happened, and then this happened’ post, and those are the worst! Luckily Steph wrote a post that captures the whole evening perfectly.

Poor Stevie: telling it like it is since 1986.