ring, ring. revenge calling.

so, today i found my old mobile phone from over 12 months ago. i was surprised to see that 300+ text messages had remained on the phone when i turned it on. surprise soon turned to curiosity and as flicking through the texts, curiosity turned to a whole lot of 'ha!' moments.

i found texts from old flames professing their love, beautiful quotes and inspirations from friends and i uncovered so many secrets.

in particular, i found text messages from an old acquaintance sharing their negative (to put it lightly) thoughts and perspectives about another of our mutual acquaintances. reading over the 50+ messages from said acquaintance, i couldn't fathom that these two, once mortal enemies, were now, 12 months later, the greatest of friends. 12 months ago, these two friends were considered two of the closest and most respected people in my life. today, i don't speak with either of them. this turn of events caused me to ponder change... (and admittedly, an opportunity for blackmail and revenge - of which i, of course, didn't indulge in)

i can count on one hand the number of people who i am still very much in love with and in contact with today that i was 12 months ago (family excluded). the vast number of new faces that are part of my surroundings, however, are too many to count. i'll often sit there, while downing a latte with a couple of friends and reflect that 6 or 12 months ago - i had no idea who this person was, let alone be sitting with them, discussing each others lives in depth.

looking through these text messages, i felt moments of regret that i had let some people slip from my life. at the same time, i felt moments of relief that some had disappeared. these text messages and the memories they held, proved an incredible illustration of the growth and change that i've experienced. my life is definitely fuller 12 months on and these memories, both positive and negative, have contributed to the volume. for that, i'm grateful.

regrets and reflections aside, i'm cool with change.

not to get all feminist on your arses

not to get all feminist on your arses...

i recently spent an evening with nine very beautiful ladies. jealous? after admiring and complimenting frocks, heels and hairdo's i realised that i was in the company of some pretty incredible women. one was about to be admitted as a lawyer, another about to graduate law, one was a nurse, one a science student and another was a manager of a successful local restaurant.

impressive, huh?

we've most certainly come a long way and no doubt have some fellow dudettes to thank for this, but, for tonight, i would like to raise my over-sized chilled lambrusco to the women who rock in my life.

cheers.

i am loving everything monroe at the moment.

to do: take more photos.

post two.

my mind has been on love and life the last few days. surprise, surprise.

driving home the other night, to an empty but warm bed, i finally realised that i was well on my way to being the happiest i have been in this life. i've made a lot of mistakes in the past and i wish some things had turned out differently but i think i've done alright. i can finally appreciate the true value of people, i know how rare and beautiful love can be and i'm jaded enough to be okay with now waiting for it to come to me instead of pushing it. i'm proud of myself for completing a degree in something i love and then making a mark in a job that makes a difference in people lives. i feel accomplished in purchasing a property at the age of 22 and transforming it into somewhere i feel comfortable and myself. i'm doing well and i'm finally at the point where i can appreciate that - - appreciate myself.

for so long, i've been desperate for other peoples approvals on my choices and movements. whether it be in the way i dress or having someone crush on me, i've longed for others to give me a sense of quality.

tonight, at 23 with freshly painted toe nails and a sense of self, i am deliriously happy. fact.

welcome.

welcome to my collection of allsorts, much like the licorice.
this is where i plan to share my thoughts, experiences and love/hates.

i live in hobart with big dreams to move to melbourne, open a design store, live in a converted warehouse studio and fall stupidly in love.

my family are my life and i feel blessed to have grown up surrounded by the italian culture.

my friends are my back bone. they support, love and shower me in smiles. it took me a while to find them but they're mine for life.

i want to take more photos. i drink too much coffee. i love russian dolls. i dislike hypocricy. i believe that music is essential to existence. i wish i was cool.

this is me. enjoy.