Giving blogs titles is pretty annoying sometimes

So along side a grown-up bag, another thing I believe you need to become a real adult is a real watch. A serious watch, you know a Tag or a Tissot even a Cartier if you're feeling a little flush (l.o.l. sigh). But I'm talking about some serious metal, NOT some serious bling. Despite this I'm thinking about purchasing a lovely plastic watch from one of the fine chain-stores we have on offer. Yes it is plastic, yes it is $19.99 but it is at least grown-up looking...ish. Because let's all be honest, I want to be a grown-up (or at least appear to be one) I don't have quite enough bones for the Cartier of my dreams, and at the moment the only watch I have to work with does this:


'Nuf said.

Rings

I want to wear more rings. But they are very, very, very hard to find. Rings, I have decided, are like jeans. They are EVERYWHERE yes, but they are non always perfect - very rarely in fact. Yes Diva and Equip have a great range of stuff that can be passed off as if never have come from places like that but their rings...always something not quite right. Too much glitter. One too many 'diamonds' etc. OR it's a case of good old Karen Walker jewelery being only affordable for queens and such. Don't you agree? The only tried and true ring I've had is an amber ring I bought in Paris when I was 15. My sister and I got a bit lost and to distract ourselves from this fact we went shopping instead. Viola, my ring. Since, I've had two other semi-successful rings come into my life. The first is my faux-Cartier leopard ring I bought in Tokyo last year. But this one is a bit too bling for everyday wear, for me anyway (bubble wrap and packing tape don't really mix well with g.l.a.m.o.r.o.u.s.). The second ring is a daisy one I bought off good ole TradeMe a few months ago for $10. The problem with THIS one is that the petals are not as delicate as they should be. Rather sharp and hurty really. Sigh. My life is so hard.

Seven out of ten

Yes, I too have had a hair cut today. Unlike most of the other times I get my hair chopped, I'm pretty happy with it. On a scale of one to ten, I'd say my happiness level on this matter is a seven. Oh yes! I took away three points because, believe it or not, I am actually a bit saddened by the loss of my big, big (Twin Peaks esque) hair. Meh it'll be back fast enough. Here are some pictures of things I like that have no relevance to my hair.





p.s. how awesome is Homer Simpson's baby voice?!