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..

Yesterday.

Where I'm From - When It Rains, It Pours.

I'm just going to come right out and say it. I'm addicted - to battered savaloys. Aka battered hot dogs or dagwood dogs. They are my dieting nightmare. My addiction is only multiplied by the knowledge that the best battered sav I've ever had is cooked only a five minute walk from my house. I keep trying to ween myself off them but I always end up failing miserably. Whats that term? Crash and burn? Well, like the Hells Kitchen theme song.. Fireeeeeee.

Two days ago, I caved. I'd done so well. My mum and I walked upto the fish and chip shop and Burak cooked me the best battered sav of my life. I dunno if it's the batter, the hotdog, the sauce or what happened on the way home that made it so extra delicious. You see, Melbourne weather is probably as unpredictable as my mood when I wake up for the day. It starts off wonderful but something happens and SNAP, there goes the smile.

I have a short fuse but Melbourne skies take the cake.

Here are some before and after photos to explain what I'm talking about.

Before: Dry hair, dry clothes, natural makeup.
PS - Selling this oversized jumper because that's what it makes me look - oversized.

Before: Terrible photo but I just wanted you to see the before of my makeup. Natural, almost invisible, Right?

CAUTION: BELOW/AFTER PHOTOS ARE NOT FOR THE FAINT HEARTED.
SUCH HORRIFIC PHOTOS WILL NEVER BE SHOWN IN PUBLIC AGAIN.

After: Drenched rat, wet dog, soggy cow.. You name it.

So as I was saying, Melbourne weather is unpredictable. The one day I change bags (forgetting to swap over my umbrella) and wear my new Chanel mascara that ISN'T waterproof. Go figure. The only good thing about this situation is that I was only a 5 minute walk from my house.

We soldiered on despite the practical hail storm we got caught in. I slipped out of my shoe (thong) three times on the walk home. Just as we walked into my street the rain stopped and mum took these photos as our house was in sight.

Oh and one last thing, I know I need to redye my hair. I dyed the black regrowth a week ago and it's already a centimeter or more of light brown regrowth. Shocking.

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.