Channelling Mother Teresa

Today I had a number of Slight Irritating Upsets:

1. Annoyance at the Photocopier over Insensitive Science Staff who insist on hogging it.

2. A Mix-up at the School Canteen over my lunch order.

3. Annoying girl who loudly rapped in class while listening to her iPod even though she is not allowed to bring one to school.

4. Overly loud & enthusiastic gym instructress who thinks she has to entertain us while we perform Sun Salutations.

All of this is a pain because I have made a commitment to forgive anyone for anything I think that they might have done to me.

You might think that I am silly. Or perhaps practicing to become more like Mother Teresa who I'm sure will be canonized soon.

But let me assure you, O Reader, that I am doing this for Entirely Selfish Reasons -

to make me feel better.

Better than what, you may well ask.

I'll tell you when I know.

But there's One Person who I'm finding particularly difficult to forgive - The Rottweiler.

If you didn't bother to read my last post, I'll give you an excellent summary:

She is the owner of an EdgyCrafty Shop that specialises in crotcheted egg warmers in the shape of hens. She rejected a range of my cards that I felt Absolutely Certain she would drool over & beg to sell.

Now I've got to forgive her. And I hate her for it.

Existentialism by Nite.

On a much brighter note, behold a birthday gift from MBFF Marge in California. Yesterday I received an enormous load of American Goods - this navy top, I'm guessing is from our favourite mall store, 'Anthropologie'.

I was thrilled. And also thrilled about Reclaiming Navy which I've noticed is v. popular at the Hugo Boss Shop at Bondi Westfield.

As I've said many times in the past, I've had a difficult & conflicted relationship with navy because it was my mother's favourite. She thought a girl looked 'Refined & Nice' (her exact words) in it. And I wanted to look like Joan Jett. Or perhaps Marianne Faithfull.

Navy & Gold. Now that spells an Afternoon at the Polo, doesn't it?

Navy & Shocking Pink. Can't think..... maybe Diana Vreeland? India?

Emanuelle Ungaro Silk Shell Top Above Hung On the Racks at 'BednobsEtc' for Two Weeks & No One Wanted It.

I eventually took pity on it & bought it for five bucks. I have now given it a good home. At least for the time being. See it also two pics down.

Perhaps its a little Mother-of-the-Bridesque. But since I'm nothing if not a Label Whore, I'm willing to wear it anyway.

The Beaded Squid.

More Birthday Gifts from America. But you can hardly see it. Its an amazing necklace featuring a white beaded squid. Its almost, but not quite worth double clicking on the image to get a closer look.