The Gypsy Pants

A while back I wrote a post about how I love shopping for clothes, how I want to start wearing different clothing styles, and my fabulous Hubbie's idea to just buy clothes, with the condition that it must be different.

Well, I'm writing to update you on that, and yes, I have been buying clothes, that are different, slightly edgier, hipper, and cooler than what I usually have been used to in the past.

In my ongoing journey of the saga of travelling womenswear, I have recently acquired some floaty, loose-fitting pants.

Or as Hubbie and I like to call them, Gypsy Pants.

When I first saw them, I hated them. Generally, I love to wear clothes that are tight-fitting: tight fitting tops, dresses, pants, skirts, everything must be fitted. These pants are loose fitting around the waist, they billow down to your ankles/calf, and then scrunch in again. They're very floaty, and not at all like the style I'm used to. So when I first saw these in the shop I was like "that looks like someone's crapped themself."

True, true, I bagged the Gypsy pants at first. Until Hubbie said (in his remarkable fashion-savvy knowledge of which I cannot attribute the history of) "those pants would really suit you."

I argued and debated with him for ages, on and off, until one of our 'special' shopping days, where we were out looking for unique clothes, and after he again suggested me trying them, I just went "ok."

And I liked what I saw. Not only were they comfy, so different from the tight jeans I practically live in, but they looked good too. I was shocked, Hubbie was totally right. Considering there are times that I have to tell him "you're wearing those shorts with those shoes?" he has an odd, keen eye for women's fashion. Hmmmm. Should I be worried? :)

I didn't end up with that pair, because they were a bit too much on the casual side, and I wanted them just a bit more trendy so I could wear them everywhere, not just while exercising.

About 2 weeks ago, I found a pair. Hubbie was there, I tried them on, and yes they were loose around the waist, a bit too loose around the ankles where they were supposed to scrunch in, but considering they were like $25 bucks, Hubbie was like "buy them."

Hey, I can never argue with a statement like that.

I've worn them twice so far. The first time was at Hubbie's parents house. And boy did he like them. He really digs the hippie/bohemian style, LOL.

The second time I wore them was yesterday at work. It was a mild, humid and windy day, and I thought they would be perfect for that kind of weather. Well I say. The gypsy pants certainly caused a stir.

There's something that happens, a certain response that is had, when you combine an attractive woman, with trendy clothes. There's a kind of unintentional intimidation that occurs on behalf of the people watching, and suddenly there's stares, combined with silence, and furtive glances throughout the day. The brave ones compliment you, the ones that mean well. While the others don't know how to respond.

It's really quite funny. I don't mean to come across conceited, but we all know when we look good and when we look bad. Yesterday in particular I looked good. Today, eh, not bad, I have my wavy hair going but I'm nowhere near inspired wardrobe-wise, as I have my long black cardigan wrapped around me, to keep the chill off the air-conditioned room.

I found it particularly humorous, from strangers, men in question. Getting off the train yesterday on my way to work in the morning, I got up to exit out the doors. There was this tradie also waiting near the door, and although he was closer, he opened the doors, then motioned for me to walk out first. It was just funny, because in that situation you would either


A) let the female walk out first, therefore she would open the doors for herself and the man would follow, OR

B) being closer, open the doors and walk out, with the female following behind you.


Yet he, as mentioned, was closer and opened the doors and stepped back! Oh how sweet :) I just found it amusing that's all, the way certain men react when intimidated by women. I gave a small thank you and just hurried off, sort of surprised by it all.

It hasn't just been with the Gypsy Pants either. A few times this summer when I've worn dresses to work, I've gotten the same quick look from guys, followed by them looking away immediately, because they don't know how to respond. Like their eyes have been burned (from joy!) They don't know how to react, when there is a pleasantly dressed (LOL) woman around.


They are so darn cute, these creatures known as males.


And so the Gypsy Pant journey continues....

My Journey Down October Road

I must officially proclaim: I am totally, madly, passionately and obsessively in love with the show October Road.

And now, only 4 episodes (yes 3!) away from the end of the series finale, about to enter into the world of no more October Road forever, I am already in the midst of anticipatory depression.

***Anticipatory depression: When you are already depressed at the prospect of your future depression, i.e., due to a foreseeable event, weather misalignment or greatest-show-on-earth ending event.***

I have found myself so absorbed and enthralled by all the goings-on, characters and story development occurring in the fictional town of Knights Ridge. When I finish watching an episode, I have the episode going around and around in my head, and I can't stop myself from wondering what will happen next. I'm compulsively drawn in, and genuinely love all the characters and the information and back-story continuing to be revealed via them.

I catch myself in a cycle of October Road-endedness, and ask myself, "how the hell did they make such awesome characters? How can I create awesome characters like that for my book?"

And so on and on it goes.

I watched the first season last year, and only now is the 2nd season being shown on tv. Sadly for me, there are only 2 seasons that were ever made, and adding further devastation to my anticipatory depression is the fact that they were half-ass seasons, as in the first season ran 6 episodes (I know!) and the 2nd ran 13. Could they at least have made one full 22 ep season, just to ease my pain, if only a little? Oh, the agony of it!

I feel so miserable about the end of it all. There is an irony, in that although I can't wait to watch all the episodes, another part of me is trying to hold it off, knowing that once I reach the end, there is no more October Road. NO MORE. Ugh. Anticipatory depression kicking into 3rd gear now.

Here are the reasons why I am in love with this magnificent show:

1. Bryan Greenberg. Ahem. Need I say more? Actually I will.
I told Hubbie that Bryan had now taken over David Boreanaz's spot as the most attractive actor in my opinion EVER, and he looked over at me like I had rocks in my head. He said "are you ok?" See, Hubbie always approved of and agreed with my obsession with Angel (sorry David), and so this has thrown him slightly. LOL, I tell him to be flattered, since I think Bryan holds a close resemblance to Hubbie. But anyway.
Yes, Angel, the all-time most gorgeous man alive, has stepped down to number 2. I don't know if it's Bryan's subtle gestures, good guy persona, the guy-that-got-away role that he plays, or if it's just his freaking gorgeous looks, but he is irresistible. Phew. I better move on.

2. The set-up. There's something about these sleepy little town stories that appeal to me. Set in the fictional town of Knights Ridge, when watching I'm often reminded of Dawson's Creek, another of my fave shows. The knowledge of a little town, where everyone knows everyone, nothing is really secret, yet at the same time there is plenty of room for inter-mingling, rendezvous and whispers is greatly appealing to me. Maybe I find the small town concept appealing because it seems more real to me, more so than big-city stories.
Also, the fact that Bryan's character, Nick Garrett (ahhhhhhh:)) has come back to town after being absent for 10 years, provides a FANTASTIC back-drop for all sorts of shit to happen on his return. And boy does it happen. It shows that you can run away from home, but be sure the same issues will be waiting for you when you get back, no matter how much time has passed.

3. The symmetry. LOL. This occurred to me only last week. So, I started watching this late last year, when thoughts of writing started to enter into my head again. As I've continued to watch, simultaneously becoming more determined and motivated with my story and book ideas, I've realised how much I loved the premise of the story: Nick returns to Knights Ridge, 10 years after leaving his hometown following the end of high school, in the meantime having become a best-selling author.
Now I, have dreams of becoming a best-selling author myself, with the goal of finishing my first book by years end. And what do you know? My 10 year high school reunion is coming up at the end of the year:)
You know what, Nick and I just have so much in common, LOLOL:) Granted, I haven't deserted my family and friends and written about them in a round-a-bout way, but something about the likeliness of it all, makes me think I was meant to discover this show, 4 years after its initial release. The characters being of the same generation too, encourages more of a kinship, a relatedness that makes me UNDERSTAND the characters and feel where they're coming from. Who am I kidding, they just simply rock. :)

And that's the other thing. It inspires me soooo much. I can't tell you how many nights I've gone to bed, my head spinning with what I've just watched, and also wondering how I can emulate that strong obsession with the characters and the storyline so that I can have readers out there reading my material, saying to themselves "Oh my gosh, I love this!"

Ahhhhhhh.

This show is powerful I tell ya. It has spoken to me in a strong way. Angel has been kicked off the hottest guy throne (sorry David) to be replaced by dreamy Bryan, and now, October Road is in my list of most fave shows ever. In my list, meaning it holds first place with other tv series of same and differing genre/s.

Having just gone on my obsessive rant, I do realise I haven't yet watched the end of it all, and there is the slight chance that I may be disappointed by what eventuates. I mean, who's to say that everything will unfold as intended and that I'll get my happily ever after? I do see strings of realism dropped into the episodes, a la Angel, so I do fear the worst at times. But having said that, I love Angel, and that was a show that utterly shook me to my core when it ended, with the most incomplete ending you can imagine (with an intended, meaningful incomplete ending of course, before the Angel fans out there kill me) so I highly doubt that October Road will do anything like that....... right?

In the words of Mutant Enemy... "Grrrrr, Argh." I can't take it anymore. I'm going to spontaneously combust over October Road!!!!

Happiness Is.... #3

Happiness is....

Being happy in this present moment, because you will never be in this place again. Be content in where you are, satisfied with how you've come here and blessed in knowing that you have everything now that you could possibly have. You are meant to be here.

(Shhhhhhh.... don't let them hear us......)

I have to write this very quickly and quietly, just as I have to then post it on my blog and forget about it as soon as it's up there.

I can't attract more of it, in the cycle of Karma, you see. Hence my deliberate attempt at trying to forget it, by not focusing on it. By focusing on not focusing on it. See the paradox?

I am amazed at the lack of (big breath)... spiders, rather, Huntsmen in our house at the moment. This time last year the house was in the midst of a full on war, raging between me with my Uma Thurman style war paint, vs the 8-legged disgusting hairy insects that apparently hunt, like men.

Shudder.

It may have just been a bad season.

Or, In all my killing and spraying, sobbing and crying, (and waking up Hubbie to do my dirty work), we may have rid ourselves of all of them last summer.

Or, the fact that Hubbie has sprayed the exterior of our house twice this summer, may be keeping them out and away.

I don't know, but just between you and me, I am soooo relieved. Whatever reason I should attribute their absence to, I just don't want to know about them. I just felt a need to inform of my current (and hopefully prolonged FOREVER) spider-free existence :)

However, oddly enough, there has been a spate of cockroaches lately. It seems that after going through the winter millipedes, then the summer huntsmen, now the cockroaches have jumped on board to say "Yay! yay! Let's annoy Miss S!"

(That's why we must be quiet when talking about them. Because when they know I'm aware of them, more of them come.)

Shhhhhh. Back to it. You never read this.