You know those people that can only talk about their (please choose appropriate) babies…cats…dogs? Well I’ve become a little like that with podcasts. If you ever get into my car, chances are I’m listening to a podcast with the expectation that you will show as much enthusiasm as If i’d showed you my precious (please choose appropriate) moped…shoes…craft object. That said, here’s my list of podcasts you should like before we go on a road trip.
The pod cast for people who like design or structures you never knew existed but will definitely feel the need to google afterwards
There’s no such thing as a fish
Randomness and hilarity in the form of a podcast by the QI elves. 4 favorite facts of the week and the consequences of discussing them. p.s if you like yeti stories, this one is for you.
2 men bickering about their theories on everything. Interesting information likely to stay in your brain and produce conversations at parties. Might win you tv quiz shows like million dollar minute.
For the thoughtful person who guiltily watches crime shows on tv and likes stories unraveling piece by piece.
Grown ups read things they wrote as kids
Another mostly funny one. While it’s irksome reading your own words back, there’s far less dieing from embarrassment when peeking into someone else’s childhood journal .
It’s miserable outside. The scenes from my window resemble extreme weather warnings on the news or that shot of palm trees bending under grey skies used in every “end of the world”movie. While ordinarily I would rug up and get on with it, I thought i’d at least wait until certain death was no longer lingering on my doorstep.
Besides, last year in a “my closet is a mess and it’s always hot” post baby huff, I donated so many of my bulky coats and chunky knits in the misguided hope it would mean a less chunky me. Now I long for those lovely knits back and thank god fashion has heard my plea in full force.
It’s been an up and down kind of day. The kind that’s like a roller coaster you’ve been wanting to go on forever and just as you get to the right height you realise the sheer gravity of it all. Over stuffed with carnival food you get on and nausea sets in but you’ve just got to ride it out and hope you don’t puke. Too exhausted and exasperated to explain much further, here’s my day in a series of words.
Sister’s birthday – big breakfast – shopping -broke- bought stuff anyway – hot – headache – nausea- birthday dinner- pavlova – too much sugar – restless – midnight blogging. I think you get the picture. A thirteen phrase day commands little from your wardrobe but comfort. An old pair of short, adidas originals tee and denim jacket paired with platform boots and a backpack to chuck all my stuff in just seemed to fit the bill.
I mean if you are going to be uncomfortable, you want to be doing it wearing comfortable clothes.
While my wardrobe and lifestyle seem to be transitioning into the most sensible version of itself, the weird sneaks out from time to time. Somehow amongst virtual shopping cart of black skirts, duster coats and weather appropriate knitwear, this crazy bag made the cut. While I was looking for something for quick trips that need nothing more that a phone, wallet and keys, my left brain screamed “beige or black cross body”. My late night shopping on my phone brain screamed Skinny Dip unicorn tears novelty across body bag.