Grass is greener?

Lately I have been receiving comments, daily, about what I wear to work.

Not negative comments.
Compliments.

But I don't know how to react to compliments.
Its a strange sensation.

Of course the pessimist in me reads between the lines and thinks that I must of dressed terribly before.

I worked in a conservative corporate industry.
Skirt suits were a requirement.
Stockings mandatory.
Heels a must.
Hair and make-up to be kept in a classic fashion.
and I grew to detest it.
At first it was fun, playing dress ups.
But, the novelty wore off when the boss used the uniform to stare down my blouse.
All I wanted to do in winter was wear my uggs to the office.

Now I work in a very non-corporate industry.
Sure, suit up for meetings
But jeans and uggs will suffice.
Lately I have felt the urge to crack out the heels.
I don't know what exactly happened to make me feel the need to snazz up my style.
Losing 15kgs probably plays a role in it
[even though I have yo-yo'ed the last 4-5kgs for the last few months]
I feel more confident in tailored pants.
My boots now fit my cankles AND over the top of jeans too!

But it's not just the weight and the new clothes.

I think it comes back to you always want what you don't have.
I used to want flats and denim, now I want heels and suits.

The grass is always greener.

Why is it that things are left until the last minute.
And thats when you decide something must be done.

I move out of my current house at the end of June.
I have lived here for just over a year.
Tonight, I finally hung up my New York photos and Breakfast at Tiffany's art.

Really do not know what the point of that exercise was.
But I least I have pretty things to look at now while I blog instead of one red painted feature wall.
[which I chose, but my fav city and movie trumps my fav colour]

Pysco or Psychic?

I few days ago I read the blog of a friend of a friend.
She posted about her dreams - and how they seem to come true.

I don't know this girl so I didn't want to comment on the blog.

Since this blog is anonymous, and those who have the address who know me won't judge me {I hope} I have a confession to make.

The same things happen to me.

Generally, I don't dream.
And when I do they are quite strange and real.

The scary thing is, these things happen.
I am a COMPLETE believer in Deja Vu.
It is the only theory for what happens to me when I wake.

My dreams aren't as .... well, morbid, as this girls.
I don't dream about death.

I dream about babies.
Not in the sense that I want one.
I dream about people in my life, having one.
It has happened since before I can remember, I would ask questions about this baby that I knew existed before it had been announced.
Sometimes I dream the gender too, but not always.

This, thing, left me for a while and I completely forgot about.
Hormones do that kind of thing.
3 years ago I dreamt my friend had a baby girl.
The next day I walked into work and told her.
The following day she came in crying.
She was pregnant. She had, had no idea.
Her gorgeous baby girl was born 36 weeks later.

I dreamt coco bean, Shiloh and rubix cubes existence.
I knew coco bean was a boy.
I didn't get a read on the girls.

Now, the point of this whole blog is I need to know what to do.
These baby dreams have never been wrong.

I know a girl. She isn't a friend. We are friendly, but we don't hang out for coffee or have each others mobile numbers etc..

Last night, I dreamt about her.

She is not a maternal person. She is adamant she does not want kids.
I feel like I have to say something, but will I look like a complete pysco, especially if she doesn't know herself? Or if she isn't planning on keeping the baby that would make things especially awkward.

How do you walk up to someone, and say -- I think you are pregnant -- without sounding like a wacko?

Wreck.

When it comes to designer I am very much an "I NEED IT" kinda gal.
I am sure my credit cards thank their lucky stars I am too much of a fat ass to fit into the ready to wears, or else I would be in even more debt then I already am.

That said, I prefer the finer things in life.
You will not find a knockoff in my collection.
In fact, they kind of disgust me.
And they make the real thing less special.

My major addiction are sunglasses.
However, I go through a pair every month or so.
I have a bad habit of wearing them on my head, they fall, they smash.
On Monday the screw came out of my new Dolce sunglasses.
I got them fixed.
Today, the same side fell off. I have NO idea how it happened.
$600 sunglasses - gone.

I was always an anti-Guess bag girl.
I love the jewelry and the shoes, I just couldn't get into the bags.
They look tacky, covered in logos, LV wannabes.
That said, last year I bought a GORGEOUS black leather oversized tote.
Duty-Free.
I have used it ever since.
Which is a VERY rare occurrence for me.
Today, I spilt coffee - INTO the bag.
Farewell lining.
$199 bag - gone

I forked out for the Alexander McQueen black silk scarf.
It arrived the day before the news of his death.
RIP.
Took me a while to wear it, out of respect.
And I have oh so careful with it.
Today I wore it as a belt.
Today I opened a can of redbull, whilst driving.
I didn't tap the top.
It exploded.
Jeans drenched. Boots a little damp.
Scarf is quite possibly ruined.
$120 scarf - gone

I am in mourning.
I ruined a weeks worth of wages.
Shit.
But the pain of the lost items.
Priceless.