For me, 2016 was a year of some pretty big changes, and thankfully they were all for the better. I went from being single to having a boyfriend, I went from being the eldest of 7 to the eldest of 8 and I became a student once again – juuuuuuust to name a few. I don’t know why there are so many memes on Facebook about 2016 being rubbish, because aside from the whole Brexit/U.S. election disaster, I didn’t really notice much difference in the overall ‘vibe’ of the year. But that’s just me.
So in light of actually enjoying 2016, my 21st year around this sun, I decided to do a round up post of all the notable moments, faves and general cool things that I loved in 2016. Enjoy!
I got a baby brother!
Soren being born was actually the greatest gift we could receive. He’s the most adorable baby and so well behaved, and despite being a surprise he has fit into our giant family so well and it feels like he was always destined to join us. Everyone always comments about how clucky I am around him, when in fact it’s just him I want, not some other baby, not right now. I just love the kid so darn much and it’s actually so amazing watching him taste things for the first time, and reach milestones and listen to songs that he’s never heard before (Clair de Lune by Flight Facilities was the first song he ever heard btw – courtesy of his fab big sister :P). Babies are actually a bucket load of fun if you don’t mind the spew.
James officially became “my boyfriend”!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m sappy and lame. Getoverit. After such a disastrous first serious relationship, I can’t deny that I was cautious about how this one would work out, or more importantly, how we would handle living an hour away from each other. But 7 months in, it’s been great. It just feels so easy and good and it’s nice to know that we can be happy together and apart and still have our own interests, but mostly it’s just great having someone to spoon you at night ❤
I started a Diploma of Graphic Design!
And whilst I’m writing this I’ve just completed my first trimester of the course, and couldn’t be happier with where it’s taking me. It’s bloody hard work, and you’ll often find me moaning about how guilty I’ve felt when I’ve chosen an episode of Criminal Minds over studying, but all in all I’m loving it. It’s so nice to feel like you’re actually learning each week, and that even the assessments are furthering your skills in the field. I still have days when I doubt myself, and get disheartened when I see that my work isn’t up to the same standards as some of the other more practiced students, but then I remind myself – 12 weeks ago I’d barely touched Photoshop. Now I can fumble around Illustrator, InDesign and Ps, along with having gained a world of knowledge on the business side of being a graphic designer, so it’s only good things to come. I’ll be trying to post more of my projects/creations on here in the future to continue with my momentum.
I FINALLY visited Melbourne!
Another bucket list item was officially ticked off in September. I still can’t quite believe that I did it, but also I’m so darn proud of myself for biting the bullet and doing a solo trip to a place I’d never been to with no one there to guide or house me. Melbourne was everything I expected it to be and more. Everyone I know who’s visited have always commented how much I would like it and suit it down there, and boy they weren’t wrong. I became instantly obsessed with the people and the architecture and the food and the gardens and the public transport and the food options (except how no one in Fitzroy seemed to sell soup in 10 degree weather, but that’s another story). Despite the cold, I really did feel at home and can’t wait to make another trip back, hopefully with more time and warmer socks.
My family’s house was FINALLY built!
If I could add the celebratory party popper emoji on here, I would. After nearly 2 years of delays and planning and more delays, we finally have a beautiful new house for my family to live in. It’s up in the rainforest, has huge windows throughout and a kitchen that I could’ve conjured up in my dreams. My parents were definitely put to the limits with their patience, but now we have a lovely home for my two little brothers to grow up in. And a comfortable trundle bed for me to regularly crash on.
I got a fringe!
Not that exciting to some, but pretty flipping exciting for me. After debating for years, I finally just threw my worries to the wind and got a nice full fringe cut in just in time for MMVAF in September, and since then I’ve had to get it cut fortnightly to avoid it engulfing my eyes. I’m not gonna lie, it requires a lot more effort on the hair front than I’m used to (i.e. none) but I still like how it looks and that it makes my face seem more interesting (if that makes sense). I’m yet to see how friendly we remain during summer, so fingers crossed it doesn’t break us up.
I moved my room around – and finally got a desk!
There’s a lot of “finally”s being mentioned in this post, and that’s because I feel like this year was the year that shit got done. Not everything, but a lot of things that slipped through the cracks last year were tied up during 2016, and there’s nothing I love more than ticking items off a list. I’d been contemplating moving my room around for a while, but didn’t know how it would look any other way (my bed is heavy af so it wasn’t a quick task), but once I started uni again I quickly realised how valuable a functioning workspace would be (sitting on my bed was nice…for a while). I had decided that the desk wasn’t a priority over other things, but one Friday afternoon I remember cracking the shits and calling Kmart to see if they had the desk I wanted in stock. Well they did, so cue the next 4 hours of room rearranging and feeling better than ever. Not only is the desk decorated super cutely, but now it makes my room look a lot more spacious than it is. Winner!
I got 3 more tattoos!
Band: Not including my forever faves, it was definitely Trophy Eyes. I decided to give them a listen to when I realised that they were opening for an Amity gig back in August, and I instantly fell in love with Chlorine. And when I say instantly, I seriously mean it. I played that song over and over again until I knew all the lyrics, and lost my shit when they played it live in Brisbane. Following the gig they released the album, Chemical Miracle, which has been heaven to my ears ever since.
Album: Chemical Miracle by Trophy Eyes & This Could Be Heartbreak by The Amity Affliction
Books: The Happiness Project by Gretchen Rubin (full post on this life changing book to come!), Pieces of Sky by Trinity Doyle, The Younger Man by Zoe Foster Blake (there were more but I can’t remember what I read last year vs. this year. I really must start a log).
Films: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, Doctor Strange, How to be Single, Captain America: Civil War
TV Shows: Stranger Things, Narcos, The Wrong Girl
Foods: Acai bowls
Gigs: The Amity Affliction @ The Tivoli, Bring Me The Horizon @ Riverstage
Music Festivals: Laneway (Feb), Groovin the Moo (May), MMVAF (Sep)
Place I visited: Melbourne (are you surprised?)
Things I wish I’d done
I added this section in when I initially drafted up this post, but now can’t really think of anything. Obviously, I wish I’d been more organised and went to more local gigs, and I wish I was able to go to Splendour again, but as always you can’t realistically do everything each year. So next year will be full of different adventures again. I guess I wish I’d been more organised on the blog front, and was able to maintain my weekly posting schedule, but again, sometimes things like that can’t be helped. This year seemed like such a giant blur, and when you reflect on a year at the end of it it’s easy to forget about all the amazing things you’ve done, and how much you’ve grown. Hell, I started out the year in Bali! How do I keep forgetting about that?!
I guess that just serves as a lesson for 2017: work hard, set your goals, have fun, document, and enjoy things in the moment. Our brains are expected to retain so darn much information as it is, so it’s understandable when we forget how it felt in a certain moment, or forgot what day it was every now and then.
All in all, 2016 was great. I felt much better mentally, and feel like I’m finally on the right path career wise. Although I’ve still got another 18 months to go, it’s good to know that by the end of 2018, nearly turning 24 (eek!) I’ll be finally able to start a career that I’m passionate about. Of course there were some shit times, and there’s always going to be, but thinking back over the past 12 months, I honestly can’t think of any that were too dramatic. So that’s gotta count for something, right?
I hope you all had a lovely year, and by the time you’re reading this Christmas would’ve come and gone, so I hope you got to take time to relax and enjoy being around family and friends. And watched Love Actually, of course.
In terms of fashion, 2016 was quite experimental and almost daring for me, but at the same time I spent the majority of it rocking my classic combo of sneakers, a baggy t-shirt and some high-waisted denim shorts. I love fashion, I really do, but I’m not really into following trends or investing in the latest pieces, and can find that shopping online can be quite underwhelming when you have a specific taste like I do. Plus, there’s the whole thing about SPENDING LOTS OF MONEY, which can be ridiculously easy to do, especially when your favourite store’s buyers are KILLING IT for months on end.
But alas, here are all of the items/styles that I became utterly obsessed with this year (in no particular order, and with little explanation).
Warning: since I have a significant lack of OOTD photographers, most of these are selfies or versions of, and the outfits are cropped, but you get the picture (and probably feel my pain :p).
Slip Dresses layered over T-shirts
Converse High Tops
Sequins & Glitter
Swimwear/bodysuits under lace dresses
One pieces (swimwear)
And of course, the usual suspects made the list:
Comfy band tees
Floral printed dresses (but kind of in a 70’s style if that makes sense?)
Anything with bell sleeves
Oversized denim jackets
P.S. as you may have noticed, a lot of the items that I mentioned tend to overlap in the photos, which not only proves how versatile these pieces can be, but also how much I bloody loved them! 🙂
I know what you’re thinking: “yeah right dude, there’s no way in HELL I’d live with my brother again after 15+ years of being under each others’ toes!” Or maybe you and your brother have a fantastic relationship and have actually achieved that elusive ‘my sibling’s my best friend’ title. In which case, this post isn’t going to be very interesting for you.
But if you’re like the rest of us, and grew up thinking that their brother was annoying/mean/smelly/ignorant/a general pain in the ass, then the initial response to moving back in together after you’ve both left home would generally be something along the lines of “over my dead body!” But hey, hear me out!
When I first properly moved out of home I was a month out from turning 18, and moved in with my gran. I’m the eldest kid in our tribe, and my family was actually moving at the time, so it was either stay or move for my gap year. I naively chose to stay.
Fast forward a year later: I was moving to Brisbane for uni and knew no one there, so a share house was the only way I was going to afford rent. Because I was searching for share houses through realestate.com, each room was classified as a private rent space (i.e. the inspections were solely based on the property, not who else was living there). Looking back, I definitely wish I found a room privately; either through Gumtree or flyers at the uni, so that way I could’ve met my housemates and saw if we gelled BEFORE signing a 6 month lease.
Long story short: in that 6 months 2 out of the 4 housemates were absolutely crazy. One was kicked out by the real estate and the other left because she was an asshole and didn’t like us calling her out on it. Oh, what a dramatic time.
I then moved back home to live with my boyfriend and his parents (DO NOT EVER DO IT. EVER) and after that whole shit fight ended I had a brief stint back at my parents’ before getting a unit with my younger brother, Ethan.
We’ve been living together for 1 year and 9 months, and neither of us has been seriously injured, or, uh, murdered. So that in itself is a major win! We definitely had a rocky start, and Ethan took a while to adjust to the whole ‘adult housemate’ role he was now in so soon after finishing school.
Granted, I’m rarely home on my days off and our rosters often put us on opposite working days, but that’s a good thing. We both pitch in when it comes to washing and housework (although since Ethan cleans for fun he often gets to it a lot quicker than I do), buy our own groceries and split the bills down the middle. And it works.
Of course, every sibling-to-sibling dynamic is going to be different, but it’s soooooooo good not having to walk on eggshells in my own house. If something’s pissed us off, we tell each other. And yes, we still fight, because we are related and that’s generally what happens after a while, but it’s not ‘holy shit, I need to move out of this house’ huge, more like ‘such and such is being an asshole and I wish Kylie or Dad was here to tell them to shut up’ level.
So yeah, if you can choose, definitely choose to live with your sibling/family over some sketchy share house where you’ve never met the other tenants. Obviously not everyone has bad share house experiences; hell, some people even end up with great friends out of it, but right now, it’s not for me. Especially because I am super into interior decoration and design and art, and would probably cry if someone strolled in and asked me to take all of my beautiful prints down (“over my dead body” would be an appropriate response here). But that’s just me 😛
I hope you’ve enjoyed this slightly strange, opinionated piece and it’s at least made you consider the sibling-share option when it comes to renting in the big, bad world.
Inspired by a post written by Emma Mercury on The Messy Heads, check it out here 🙂
It’s 6pm on a Thursday night and I’ve got a rare day off at home tomorrow. Out of the entire year, I’ve only had a handful on days off spent at home – alone. I’m constantly travelling, driving back and forth between work and home and James’ and my parents’ and jetting off to whatever festival I can afford to go to.
Things are almost the same as last year, and then they are not. I have a new baby brother now, who I love like he’s my own, and can easily spend hours holding him and lugging him around despite how big he’s grown. I have James too, for real this time, and living an hour apart has limited our time together, but every day away is worth the ones I get with him.
I recently changed my room around; bought a new desk, strung up some more fairy lights. I’m contemplating lining the whole ceiling with them – an urge that has no doubt arisen from watching Stranger Things. My lovely collection of film cameras now sits proudly under the window, and has actually inspired me to start using them more and is a constant reminder to fix that damned winding mechanism on my Olympus Trip 35.
What else is new? I did another wardrobe clean out – I think that’s the third this year. I still have far too many clothes. I’m trying to be disciplined; only buying things that I’m really in love with, asking myself how many wears the item will receive. My t-shirt collection triumphs all other categories, and my overalls collection now houses enough to dress me for a week. I wear my new black high top Converse at every chance I can get, happily neglecting all other shoes unless it’s absolutely necessary. My style is still the same as last year: men’s t-shirt tucked into high waisted denim shorts, a pair of sparkly glitter socks (new) and my Chucks. I still hate dressing for Cairns, and still don’t feel completely comfortable being free with my personal style here. Until I go on holidays, that is…
I’m still perpetually lazy when it comes to cooking, and it’s not because I don’t enjoy it, but because cooking for one has absolutely ZERO appeal to me. I’ve finally started hunting down acai bowls in the city, and have vowed to try every one I can find before I eventually move away.
I recently started a new diploma course, one that I genuinely enjoy and that I should be studying for now (oops). Graphic Design is something I’ve always loved the idea of, but never knew what it actually involved; and to be honest I was a little scared that I wouldn’t be good enough to succeed in the field. But now I’m beginning to learn all of the tools and the tricks…there is hope.
I still want to write, but I have no real interest in studying it at university, which is, of course, kind of a deal breaker to most magazines and digital publications. I’ve always said that the only way I’m going to get better is through practice, and I’m finally doing that through this blog. My posting has been more consistent than ever, and it doesn’t feel like a chore either. I genuinely enjoy taking time out to write posts and come up with ideas, even if only 3 or 4 people actually read the finished product.
After many months of contemplation, I finally bit the bullet and got a fringe cut. And on most days, I really love it. It feels right. And my hair is now the longest it has been since December 2014, which is a pretty big deal, but also not that big at all.
I’ve made some really great friends this year, but none of them happen to live in Cairns. It definitely sucks, knowing all these amazing people and only getting to hang out with them in snippets. But again, the distance is worth it.
Music wise, it’s been a pretty darn good year. I only went to 2 festivals and a handful of gigs, but it’s been consistent and have been some of the best nights of the year. I don’t think I’ll ever get over the magic that live music has. It has this whimsical power that bonds strangers and makes you feel alive and feel completely at home dancing in the mud and rain at 10pm to a band you’d never listened to before that moment.
I don’t really know what else to say. I got new glasses this year, and now wonder how I ever lived without owning such an eccentric pair. My favourite band released a new album, and I fell in love with them all over again. James bought me a BB8 cookie jar. I went to the Sunshine Coast but never actually saw the beach. I finally went to the museums I’ve meaning to see. I ticked Melbourne off my bucket list, and already can’t wait to go back. I drink a lot of tea for a 21 year old.
I feel content, but restless at the same time. I’m tired of not having consistent hours at work, and therefore constantly having to budget my money. I know I’m still lucky, to have a job and be able to afford luxuries, but I can only make plans on a week by week roster basis and then that always depends on money. I look at all the girls my age I follow living in exciting places like Melbourne or Byron or New York and wonder how they are funding their lifestyles. Is it rude to ask? I don’t think so. I’d tell anyone who asked about my finances, and start with “I’d rather save for an adventure than save for a car” which has consequently now bitten me on the ass.
It’s time for another adventure, but then again, it always is. I’m always thinking about my next trip and how soon I can get away, and not because I’m unhappy with my life and where I live, but because travel is one of my biggest passions and probably always will be. New York is calling my name now more than ever and I don’t know how long I can resist.
I have reached the age bracket where so many of the girls I know are having babies or getting engaged or finishing their uni degree and packing up to travel the world. And I still sit somewhere in between, where I’ll probably always be. Which is good, I think, because at least it means I’ll always be doing my own thing, and what I want to do, and not trying follow the crowd.
So on Monday, I made one of the biggest decisions of my life thus far, and for once it was NOT boy-related or influenced by anyone else.
I’m quitting my uni degree, and I don’t know if I’ll ever come back to it.
I’ve been toying with the idea for months, having realised that I absolutely dread doing my coursework, and would quite literally rather be dusting cob webs than listening to another online tutorial recording.
So, after staring at my computer screen for two hours straight, not being able to come up with more than two coherent sentences for an assignment (that was due that evening) I decided that it was more important for me to walk away from the stupid assignment rather than stress myself any further. I voiced my concerns with my parents earlier that morning, and it took my lying on my lounge room floor, bawling my eyes out while I listened to Amity’s Youngbloods on vinyl, to realise that I no longer wanted to do this shitty course.
In fact, the only thing that has kept me going is placement, which is generally the complete opposite of most people. I absolutely adore working with school aged children, and helping them learn and explore, but I do NOT want to be the reason that they stress themselves until they’re sick and create unrealistic expectations for things that aren’t going to matter in the real world.
So for the second time in my life I deliberately abandoned an assignment (the last time it was for Economics, which I knew was a sinking ship before I even started it), instead opting to jump in my car and JUST DRIVE.
I ventured up to Kuranda, which is only a 30 minutes’ drive away but feels like a whole other world, where I completed some random walking track and went to see Barron Falls; something that I’ve wanted to do since moving to Cairns but have never ‘found’ the time to do it. Ah, what magic! When you first walk up to that platform you are instantly blown away by the sheer enormity of the place, and that’s even before you spot the waterfall(s). I had previously read how waterfalls emit negative ions, which have a ridiculous amount of benefits for your physical and mental health, so I knew that was the first place I needed to go.
Despite leaving Kuranda feeling content, and possibly ready to tackle that assignment, I didn’t feel that this day of soul searching should be over yet. So I just kept driving. All the way up to Atherton (about an hour) and then Malanda, where I stopped in to see some of my family. I wasn’t expecting to open up to them about my currently messy head, but my uncle ended up having some of the best advice I’ve ever heard, which gave me the courage to make this decision.
From there, I drove home and straight to see some good friends, and I haven’t felt so happy and light in SUCH a long time! Knowing that after this semester I will be free to travel and create and just LIVE is such an exciting feeling, and I feel so liberated knowing that I made this decision myself, for me, and not because I was told to or expected to.
So there you have it folks. Come November, I will officially be uni-less and actually have spare time again, which is exactly what I need right now. I’m hoping to actually go through that list of ‘things I want to do after uni’ and start doing them now. No more wasting time, and now that I won’t be restricted by uni semesters, I can actually take that New Zealand trip, and go to Melbourne and back to Byron and yeah, the future is bright my friends.
I hope if you can take anything away from this is that it’s OK not to have everything sorted out by the time your 20. Or 30. Heck, just live, and enjoy it.
So I’m currently listening to a delicious mix of Sticky Fingers and John Butler Trio and and mid-way through one of my uni subjects (but when am I not these days? haha) and I began daydreaming (nothing new there either) about seeing John Butler live and about how lucky I am to have seen them live and how I’m just generally LOVING life at the moment.
I thought about putting it into a Facebook status, but I wasn’t sure what to say without looking like a preacher or a wackjob so I of course, gravitated straight towards my blog. I just think it’s important to recognise how damn happy I am at the moment. And not even in an “excited for this” or “currently in love with that/so and so” way, just in a “man, life is good” way. I can’t actually remember ever feeling so happy and relaxed and just genuinely GLAD about how life is going for me. Of course I have my stressful days and grit my teeth when my cat starts clawing the couch, but overall, I don’t really have anything to complain about. Except bad grammar, there’s always time for a vent about that. Haha, kidding. Everything that I wanted as a teenager: good laptop, a nice apartment of my OWN (sharing with my brother doesn’t count haha), my own car, a good job, awesome friends and studying at uni – has all happened, and in a pretty short space of time. I graduated year 12 feeling absolutely lost and alone, and 2 years later I have finally sorted my life out, a fact that I’m sure my parents are very relieved about, haha.
I never really pictured what life would be like at 20, but I certainly didn’t expect myself to be getting out of a long term relationship, mending countless friendships, moving to CAIRNS of all places, and doing an early childhood degree. I like to think that if the past me saw me now, she would be pretty damn impressed. I think I’ve become a pretty groovy human being, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with thinking that about myself. Hey, if we don’t love ourselves, who will?
There’s obviously lots of things that I would like to change in a perfect world, but at the moment, I’m pretty darn content. I can comfortably fit into my favourite pair of high-waisted pants, and I have enough jumpers to start my own clothing store, so I thinking wanting anything else would just be a little greedy.
ANYWAY, I have totally and utterly drifted away from the reason that I wanted to write this post in the first place. My point to saying all this is to remind all of those girls and guys going through a shitty break up or tough time in life, that things DO get better. As soon as you remove those toxic assholes from your life there will just be a gigantic weight off your shoulders, and you will start finding yourself smiling about ridiculous things and wanting to dance around the house and sing along to your favourite song in the supermarket. Life can be really great if we want it to be, and all you have to do is be strong enough to walk away from those things/people that are dragging you down. Because there’s plenty of them, believe me. It’s dangerously easy to have a down day and to succumb to those dark thoughts for several days more. And we can’t rely on anyone else to fix our problems, no matter how comforting having an outside source to talk to may be. The only power that matters in this world is the one that YOU have to control your own life.
I guess the moral of this story is, to please, please, PLEASE, stop listening to that negative friend or bully or boyfriend or thoughts inside your head. As soon as you start caring about yourself more than anyone else, everything will be at least 10 times easier. I have absolutely nothing against having a partner and a family, but especially when we’re young and trying to find ourselves, negativity is the absolute LAST thing that needs to get thrown into the equation.
OK, so I think I’ve rambled enough. If you’ve made it through the last 721 words, then thank you. And I just want to let you guys know that I’m not trying to brag about my life in any way, but I am proud of how far I’ve come in the last 2 years, and even more so in the last 5 months. It’s nearly April now and the first quarter of my year has been fantastic. I started out January 1 with an early trip to the reef with my family, and tonight I’m going to enjoy a delicious roast vegetable medley and attempt to finish my HPE course for the week.
You don’t have to be going on spectacular adventures every day to enjoy your life, and despite being relatively hungover today, I had a pretty rad Monday. That’s what it’s all about folks; enjoying your Monday. And your Tuesday and Wednesday, and every damned day until you go onto the next world.
So tonight I’m sending out positive vibes to all of my readers and every person who needs some happiness in their lives. Stay strong, guys. And for now, you can browse some of my adventures from the past 3 months.
So I’ve started writing this post on a rainy Thursday afternoon with a couple of hours to kill before I have to go pick my little brother up. It’s the perfect movie watching weather, and as always, I am completely indecisive as to what to watch. I don’t know if anyone else experiences these moods, but I have no joke, at least 20 DVDs sitting on the shelf next to me and none of them are even looking remotely appealing at the moment. I feel like watching something new, and yet all the new releases on the internet aren’t sparking my interest.
Anyway, enough of the whining. Here are 6 of my go-to movies for when I can actually make up my mind.
Hope this post isn’t too boring! Enjoy x
1. When I’m feeling Nostalgic: 10 Things I Hate About You
Probably the best 90’s classic of all time. If you haven’t been watching it since you were in nappies, then you probably aren’t that cool. I remember sitting at my Nana’s house when I was around 4 years old, absolutely mesmerised by watching this movie. I thought it was the most raddest thing to date (plus it totally showed me how to make a paintball fight romantic *sigh*). It’s always been one of those movies that people can bond over, and if you don’t like it everyone seriously questions your sanity. Heath, JGL and a perfectly mixed soundtrack. What more could you ask for in a movie?
2. When I feel like watching a book-to-movie adaption: If I Stay
Okay so admittedly, I’ve only seen this movie once. But damn, did it hit the spot. I didn’t once think “was this how it happened in the book” or “omg Adam totally wouldn’t have said that!”. I think the cast was picked perfectly, and as expected, I bawled my eyes out for over half the movie. But in a good way. Kind of. It’s one of those movies that leaves you feeling super grateful for what you have in life, and start appreciating your family and all the mushy stuff. If you haven’t watched it, do it. And bring tissues.
3. When I’m in the mood for a bit of romance: Love Actually
Definitely my favourite Christmas film to date (followed closely by ‘The Grinch’, haha). Again, it’s a movie I’ve watched endlessly since I was young (and probably shouldn’t have been watching it at all haha) and it still hasn’t lost that magic touch. It’s got such a great British cast, and makes you feel all warm and fuzzy by the end of it. If you haven’t seen it, you live under a rock.
4. When I feel like watching something I’ve seen 10,000 times: The Devil Wears Prada
I can nearly do a monologue of this whole movie. And that’s not a joke. I can remember every scene before it takes place, the order of all the songs and pick out any phrase from it in an instant. It’s a little embarrassing, but there are a lot worser movies to be obsessed with (Frozen, anyone?). Thinking of it now still makes me secretly wish that I worked for Runway Magazine.
5. When I’m In need of some comedy of my life: Hot Rod
Comedy is not generally my thing, but this movie never fails to make me laugh. It is over the top ridiculous, with some very inspiration ballads thrown into the soundtrack, and I can’t help but introduce it to every new person I meet.
6. When I feel like watching a movie I secretly love (oops): L.O.L
I’m not sure how many people even know that this movie exists (especially because it never made it to cinemas in Australia) but I saw it on the plane heading to the states and kind of fell in love. As in, I watched it again on the flight back – twice. And countless more times after that. I would like to remind everyone of the fact that Miley Cyrus was still in her glory days and Douglas Booth is just hot. So it’s not that ridiculous that I love it. It kind of reminds me of the teenage life that I never had (aka, one where I had cool friends in a band and actually could go to gigs and stuff). A girl can dream.
And there you have it! Six completely random, non-Oscar winning movies that I love.
So while I am still in the planning stages for the blog (expect plenty of interviews with amazing gals, some products reviews, travel pieces and fashion pics!) I thought I would do a little “get to know me” post for those of you who are interested. I’ll try to keep this one short and sweet, and avoid the ‘days of our lives’ version of my life, haha.
Okay so: my name is Vivienne Kruckow, and I am a 20 year old student living in Queensland, Australia. I feel like I’m writing a cover letter for my resume (which is also another gruelling task that I have to complete today – job applications). Scrap that. Let’s just pretend that I am interviewing myself and I’ll share a bunch of facts and my current favourites.
Favourite song: ‘Sweater Weather’ by The Neighbourhood
Favourite clothing brand: Spell & the Gypsy Collective (here is the website for anyone who wants to check them out! It is a beautiful boho/gypsy/beachy brand run by two sisters in Byron Bay. I am forever in love www.spelldesigns.com )
Biggest addiction/s: lemonade, buying clothes, and of course – instagram.
Favourite colour combination: Anything with grey! Particularly dusty pinks or turquoise – yum!
Current phone: iPhone 6
Favourite YouTube channels: Zoella, Lauren Curtis, Shani Grimmond, Satnightalrite, Dani Manisutti and many more.
Favourite pair of shoes: my new ‘Arizona’ Birkenstocks in white, sooo damn pretty!
Coolest place I’ve travelled to: New York City, hands down.
Current inspirations: I’m very into the boho and beachy style at the moment, so throw me a kimono and I’m in! Otherwise, my biggest inspirations would have to be the charming people and brands I follow on instagram. I know it sounds cliche, but it is honestly the best source for it.
Hobbies: Reading, collecting art, burning candles, crocheting (a new talent I just learnt last week!), exploring new places and buying enough homewares to last me for 3 lifetimes.
Best 2014 Christmas Present: my ‘Original Roundie’ towel in the style ‘Majorelle’ by The Beach People. I have been stalking their instagram for MONTHS, even dreaming of the towel, and I was very lucky to receive it from my parents for Chrissy (thanks Kylie and Dad!).
Favourite piece of art: my ‘Altas Skull’ from Ninamarlena (another rad Australian artist, here’s her link – www.ninamarlena.com)
Annnnd, here’s a picture of the skulls, because I am still so darn in love with them!
Tea or coffee: Tea! Always.
Something not many people know about me: I am obsessed with collecting throw cushions – hey don’t judge! There are worse things in the world, haha.
And of course, here is one of my many selfies so you guys can put a name to a face.
There you have it, folks! Hopefully this post didn’t bore you too much as I did try to keep it mildly interesting. Stay tuned for some more exciting posts soon.
As always, feel free to let me know if there is any particular content you want me to chat about on here. I’m really excited for the prospect of this blog, and have a lot of big things planned for 2015. Fingers crossed I can pull it off!