under the trees

Charlotte. Meandering thoughts of a distracted mind.. the everyday mystery.

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Nearly there!

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Bird of paradise #stressrelief

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Done with this! :)

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Fresh out the box. A great start of something I hope! #kikkikplannerlove

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Masterpiece mishmash!

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So.... I tried and conquered ! Looking forward to more !

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Almost there !

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Latest progress! #handmade

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Rare morning to take a yummy detour and no work. Mm (at The Locale)

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New project

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1.5 years

A year without updates, things have changed. I wonder if there is need to start this again, or if I might find some therapy from expounding on thoughts and interests. I am no longer a student and I have moved, physically and perhaps emotionally. Not much else has changed, but maybe I have more time to explore my interests. 

I don’t know if this is great, maybe it could be. 

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It seems that we have created a world in which any personal opinion is valid, as long as it is the popular opinion. I am not entirely sure we are as progressive as we think we are.

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Loving the colour of drying flowers

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Tathra wharf #summerdays #latergram #melbroadtrip (at Tathra Wharf)

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#nelsonbay #fingalbay #hsroadtrip #latergram (at Fingal beach, Fingal Bay Nsw)

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More Dancing

being alone in a house with my landlord resulted in an invitation to learn the fox trot with him. 

Will being advanced in age, he is not a cute old grandpa that I would love to hang out with. The thought of the closeness of dance and the difference in height (i am 150cm) just made me question the rightness of a dancing excercise.

Tell me, how am i go to wriggle out of this one?

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so you don't give reviews?

I had just arrived home from a long day at work and was allowing the last bits of my intelligence disintegrate into the chicken stir fry I was making. Mr landlord came over for his nightly chats with me and we got on to some small talk (which made me incredibly happy with myself as I am a awkward turtle when it comes to this). 

Unfortunately, he was incredibly, I mean INCREDIBLY passionate about the responsibility we have as individuals, to write reviews about the restaurants we patronise, whether they are incredible or down right horrible. 

After articulating my disinterest in writing such reviews, I was made to understand that this was irresponsible as I had relied on others to give me opinions about these restaurants in the first place. At this point, I had already lost my ability to comprehend the seriousness of the conversation.

I learnt that there was no reason for me to be afraid to give negative reviews to a place as there was no way there would be any repercussions. An off hand, badly placed joke that I would make an effort to give him a review both failed to ease the tension and increase his frustration.

'but you should gie reviews whether you are lazy or afraid or whatever! ugh women!! '

Now tell me , what can I say to that? 

sigh