Dear L, I have to be upfront and honest. I’m really angry at you. How dare you look like such a model in your perfect pair of denim shorts?! I thought we were blogging because we were both too short to walk the catwalk, but maybe that’s all been in my head and you’re actually 5 ” 10. Speaking of catwalks and despondency, two of my favourite things happened in the month that has been (aside […]
Dear L, Your backpack is rockin’, and glad to hear your first day at uni was just as swell. My Wednesday has been more-than-usually active. For starters, I finally got around to charging my Fitbit Flex, which is both really good and really bad. Really good, because it makes me work really hard at being healthy. Really bad, because it makes me work really hard at being healthy.
Dear L, I was about to say “long time no see”, but as our beloved Dwight from the Office would say, “FALSE”. Our recent walks hikes along the Bronte to Bondi stretch gave me a long time to analyse the Australian beachside style, something Sydney-Siders (cough, you) seem to pull off with Parisienne-level “je ne sais quoi”.