Parla Piu Piano..

Each spring and summer for the last four years I have found myself walking through the city, drawn to the latin band in the Bourke Street mall that play old folk song for shoppers and tourists.

Each year when I stand by watching them perform I'm just another face in a crowd... Until he sees me.

Regardless of if they are mid song, preparing for a lunch break or just adjusting in their seats before beginning another song, he pauses, looks me in the eyes and strums his guitar.. 

This is what he sings.. 

Patrizio Buanne

Gianni Morandi

If you don't speak Italian, these lyrics will help..

Living LIFE As Sophia Loren.

Ass For Days, Thighs For Weeks

'I have nothing to wear' seems to be my most used phrase this time of the year because it's not cold and it's not hot. I have thousands of items of clothing but winter is where I'm stuck due to the fact that I don't really get cold. My temperatures are boiling, hot, fine and freezing so much that my toes and nose are numb.

Today was one of those 'nothing to wear days'. I woke up thinking 'Yay, rain' only to realize that it wasn't rain running down my bedroom window, it was mist.

Mist; Every womans worst nightmare.
Not only is mist the most impossible weather to dress for but divide one rain drop into 50 mist droplets and my hair goes from



to ..



in .3 seconds.

I had to go to the shopping center near my house with mum this afternoon to do a supermarket run and as you know, my car is just a pretty accessory for my driveway at the moment. We ended up having to walk up to the bus stop in mist. Not even the bright red umbrella my mum bought with us stopped my hair from fluffing up.

I couldn't decide what to wear so I sat in my room looking at my open wardrobe for a good 15 minutes. I could have worn a long sleeve top or jumper with my leggings but I despise wearing leggings on their own. I put them on and was comfy and anything but then I looked in the mirror. There is no looking good with leggings. If your chubby/curvy you look like a baby whale, if your thin you look like Olive Oil from Popeye. Not to mention that no matter how flawless your body is, girls are either sporting a front wedgie, a back wedgie, a baggy crotch or some major wobble & cellulite issues.

I am not a gym junkie so I will admit I have a bit of cellulite on the back of my thighs and my brother used to nickname me 'Thunder-thighs' when I was younger so that has resulted in a tiny complex I have, even when I'm at my healthiest weight. I know I will never have legs like the super models of the world so I prefer to cover them up. Besides, I'm 5'3 - If I had legs like a supermodel my thighs would be in my armpits! Then where would I put my glorious Italian chest & rump haha.

After I refused to wear the leggings, I was only left with one option - trackies. I hate wearing trackies in public because I feel like I'm 15 years old and hanging out at the mall after school. To make things worse, I'm a rip & tearer. If there is a tiny hole, I have to make it a big hole. If there is a thread hanging down, I must pull it. The only pair of trackies I have without a big hole or rip in them are a pair of bright tomato red by Everlast. What the hell goes with red trackies?!??!?! I already know I have no long sleeve tops/jumpers that are suitable so I ended up wearing a white Mossimo tshirt with red print on the front and some Havaianas. (That reminds me I must go shopping for some winter shoes.) I took a navy blue YSL knit jumper with me just in case the cold hit me on the walk home, but thankfully I didn't need it. If I didn't have an extra 10kg on me at the moment, I would break open the Ikea box of Bettina Liano, Gasp, Gripp, Bardot and Guess jeans I have. Personally, when I'm a size 14 (which I am at the moment) jeans are a no go. My bum is the size of a planet (in a good way) so jeans just feel wrong in that plumber/stripper kind of way - as you can see.

Oh, that photo brings me to my next entry. Caring for long hair. Treatments and methods that work! You can see in that photo how damaged my ends were - so coarse and dry. Now that I've done some experimenting with treatments, they are smoother than the consistency of Milo yoghurt - mmmmm.

Time to go. Have to go and check on the lasagna and chocolate pudding I'm cooking.

Peace.

El Intro

For longer than I can remember, I have sat in awe of people who have made fashion blogs, beauty blogs and every other kind of blog. I would sit and read about what new makeup tips they had to demonstrate, what the latest Cavalli range had to offer and what is the quickest way to get my hair to grow.

I never thought that I could do that. I guess I just never thought anyone would be interested in what I had to say. I've recently put all that doubt aside and told myself that you don't start a blog for other people, you start it for yourself. This is going to be my way to experiment with my own creativity. I have a lot to say, about a lot of different things but I think I'll start simple.

My name is Anastasia-Evangaline. I'm 22 years old, single, no kids, living in Melbourne and in 8 weeks and 6 days my mum and I are changing our lives. We have made the decision to pick up and move to Italy. My older brother will follow a few months later after he finishes his course in carpentry.

To say that we are throwing ourselves in the deep end, is the understatement of the century. I may be half Italian by blood but as for everything that comes with being an Italian..? Lets just say I'm lacking in almost everything - except the food, talking loud and moving my hands a lot when I speak. (That I have down to a fine art!)

I'm excited, nervous, happy, terrified and ecstatic all in the same moment. I have never done anything like this. I'm the kind of person who used to walk instead of catching the tram rolling alongside of me, in case I made a fool of myself trying to navigate my way around the ticket machine. I get embarrassed easily, not that anyone realizes!

I guess I have a long journey ahead of me and I am sick of having to get a sore hand from writing in my diary every day. Plus, my grandparents just bought a laptop and I promised that I'd keep my life constantly updated online so that when we move overseas, they can keep up to date with the goat we traded for some olive trees and the fact the roof has fallen down for the third time. Hahahahaha, no no no, just joking.

I am most looking forward to sharing the photos I take along the way. Oh the markets overseas. Paris for the weekend, London the following month. So many countries surrounding my soon to be, home town/village.

For now, the one at the top will have to do. I really need to learn how to use this thing properly, cant even get it to put an image under all my text.. Shoots straight to the top. Oh well. Next time I might get it right, til then..



Peace.