This is a slightly depressing question because automatically I think the answer MUST be my mother. And it's probably true. The person I am closest with and have been for the longest time is the person who is moving three hours away at the end of the year. I don't want to think about that so I shall call in my back-up plan, Drunkle. My wonderous, drunk uncle.
Above is a picture of the two of us in 2009, on a treni from Florence to Pisa. We were pretending to be angry at one another, but I can't remember why.
Anyway, here are some things that have been inspiring me lately, something chronic.
Um. This cottage. It was well time I started looking for potential homes for the whole "moving out" thing, and found THIS increible little place on Red Hill, what three minutes to the city instead of an hour (where I am now)? And.... it has a LOFT.
Which is quite handy, seeing as one of my favourite bedrooms is....
This coat. I decided to spend my last $200 on it. Because nothing is more important than doing homeless in styyyyyyle.
This CD. I love this band. I was on a bus, it was very in the morning, coming home from the valley, and this amazing band came on the radio, with all it's morrissey-esque voice and cheery accordian-ness. I spent about four weeks looking for them, and finally found out, thanks to Red Socks who is more of a genius than he knows.
These bottles. I took this picture with my phone camera from a book in boarders. I am going to collect fantastic and colourful bottles now.
Her hair is the same colour as mine and I love the purple. Thus I bought this eye shadow. I do not look the same. But I shall post pictures, at some stage. ;)
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