Counting to 4800 on the regular

Not a sports person. Like I follow sports teams but I don't go to extent where I would purchase merchandise, memorise player names, player positions and game dates. To be completely honest, I can only put names to faces on the players that I find most attractive or the ones who have done something in the past that have me rooting for the death penalty on their heads (No I'm kidding but you know what I mean) Anyway, basically I'm down for the athletes not the actual game. That being said, can someone please provide me with scientific reasoning as to why I sit on my couch week after week, year after year, every possible Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday night to watch Rugby League GAMES?! I count down the 80minutes in two halves, get excited for half time entertainment and then countdown to see who gets KFC man of the match. I wait out for the big hits and miraculous tries, then I just play games with the game like 'Who's the fastest out of X & Y? Ooh X won, Y you suck!" Loser? Yeah, I'll cop that on te chin but I still watch the actual game. Funny to find out however if other people just watch it simply cause they do - like me? & if anyone else counts to 4,800 on the regular too? Haha

Out of all places

Antiques stores. To me — fancy name for a pawnshop. If Drake were to ask me "How you feel, how you feel, how feel?” Not interested, do not want to hear about your joyous experiences, boring. However, my response to a friends offer to either stay in the car or go inside with her was a simple “Finnnnnne then, I’m counting to 900 in my head though!” no stomping, no screaming, that was it. The minute I walked in, my eyes had lit up and I had a life-size, real smile on my dial. I had even caught myself in this awkward mid jog/fast walk in an attempt to skim through the store quick enough to ensure that my time was spent in the 'prettier' and more fascinating areas. Yes, dork. I felt like a little girl claiming nearly every piece of furniture “I want this one, oh I change my mind I want this one!” The quality and state of these pieces were mind-boggling, what I thought was just a simple frame was labelled "Hand carved timber frame that held the photograph of loved ones" a simple dressing table with iron handles was labelled "... handed down 5 generations" and a stuffed monkey named Iris was labelled "80 year old, hand made stuffed monkey" with a price tag off its left leg reading a staggering $670. With bouquets of pink, purple and white flowers everywhere you look, varnished tables, cabinets and chairs, hand carved timber, iron framed mirrors, china sets, teapots, fascinators, fur vests and endless amounts of “aww look at that, it looks like something out of …” Crazy that on the last Saturday afternoon in March 2012, amongst the chandeliers, cute cabinets, boxes of pennies and teaspoons - where I least expected it, I found a happy place. 

A few snaps from my first real experience in an antique store.

Round 2 wins

Regardless of the fact that my final decision was to not set up a blog, I did it. Obviously. I wish I had an amazing god whispering reason as to why I went with my 2^nd final decision and not my 1^st but I know I wont regret it. Worst case scenario, I stop taking time aside to pick out fancy words that better describe the different things that affect my cotton socks (good & bad) to the extent that I'd feel the need to blog about it and just stick to the  good old 'sit-behind-the-door-to-trap-my-boyfriend-inside' trick so he will listen to me rant on about how beautifully crazy it is that the same God that made the seas has also made these 3 freakishly talented human beings who have designed my favourite dress in the whole wide world … of Autumn. So thank God for the seas, the designers behind Maurie & Eve and that "final" decisions don’t always have to be final decisions.