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Oh, you are the roots...

Dance Magic

Labyrinth has been one of my favourite movies since I was a little girl. I used to think that one day Jareth the Goblin King was going to come and find me and take me to the Labyrinth, except in my story at the end when he said to me “I ask for so little. Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave”, I would accept and stay with him forever in the magical world of the Labyrinth, instead of returning to reality… Not that I think Sarah made the wrong decision, I mean she did have Toby to think about after all.

His room

Today has been one week since Bryan left for Europe, although it feels more like 1 year. Getting use to him not being around has been different then I thought it would be, no better or worse, just different. Perth seems like a different place without him around, a sadder place where everywhere I go a memory with Bryan surfaces until I manage to push it from my mind and focus on something else. It’s kind of been working too. But not today.

Today I’ve been thinking a lot about his room, one of my favourite places to be in this world. I’ve moved house 3 times in the last 4 years and that whole time Bryan’s room has remained the same (Except for the ever-growing amount of wonderful trinkets). His room has been one of the only constants in my life for a long time, a place where I can feel safe and happy. A place where we have had many nights of renting videos together, talking together, sleeping together, waking up with each other, eating, drawing, building lego, getting drunk, arguing, listening to music together… And now it feels like it’s gone, even though I know it’s still exactly the same as it was when I saw it last week.

Saturday as usual...

Saturday Night was spent going to an old friends 21st, catching up with my highschool chums, drink midori and lemonade, going to the Moon and Sixpence in the city to drink and be merry, followed by Amps where the door man let us cut the line because Emma told him he should feel sorry for her because her boyfriend is in England, sitting down in the outside section for the majority of the night because my new heels were sucking the souls out of my feet, Fast Eddys for breakfast and then a taxi home where I fell asleep before my head hit the pillow.


Sinead had a pretty bow in her hair

Kerry, Em and Rhys...

The Birthday girl herself

Rhys & Brendan

Lana Bear with her infectious smile

Emma

Poker Poker Poker

On Friday Night my mumsy organized a Poker night for the joining of our family with Sinead’s family, as part of a series of all hanging out together before Me, Em, Sinead and Neil all flee for Vancouver. Considering my Poker skills leave a lot to be desired, it was actually a good night.

Lets sail away

Last week I brought a skirt from a vintage shop in Fremantle called Broken Doll. It has pictures of a ship on it, which is kind of the main reason I brought it. Plus it kind of reminds me of something that a housewife from the 50’s might wear while she bakes strawberry and apple pies- which was an added bonus...