A Diamond Near My Heart.

You all know by now that I'm on a health kick trying to lose some weight.. Well, after making a habit of not just walking on the treadmill but running at full speed ahead, I noticed a small red mark in my cleavage. I figured my skin was just irritated from my bra and let it go.

A week later, it's a full blown bumpy and itchy rash. I went to the doctor and he told me that it's a rash caused by heat, sweat and constant rubbing/friction which would have been caused by the running I do five days a week at the gym.

He gave me some cream but I thought I'd show you what it's like right now at it's worst.

Women really can't get a break, can we?!

My Winter Weekend..

Bend And SNAP!

I went to the doctors this morning in fear that I have fractured my wrist while we were moving house. I was helping my mum and brother move a couch when my mums king sized wood and metal bed frame (that was dismantled and resting against the wall) fell on me. Luckily I protected my head by doing an action similar to a karate chop on the planks of wood. My wrist doubled in size and it hasn't been the same since. I couldn't even move it yesterday and today it is still very sore, very swollen and movement is limited. I thought for sure it was broken but it turns out that it's not.

The Devil.

Ever heard of Cankles? Well this is the wrist, so I'll call it Wankles.. Although that isn't correct.

I am meant to be at school today but it's a sewing day and with one arm taped, I'm of no use to my teacher. I am spending the entire day on pain killers, by my mums side as she buys towels for the new house. Hopefully she will feel sorry for me and buy me some new stuff as well!

Some time today, mum is dying my hair a bright platinum blonde. I will be taking before and after photos to show you. I'm so excited.

Bye Bye Grandma, Hello Blonde Bombshell.

Wish me luck xx

Moving House.

So let me tell you about my day.

Last night I slept on the couch. I woke up today, brushed my teeth then started moving all of our extremely heavy boxes onto the ute that we hired. The my brother and I took all the loads to the new house. We unloaded the boxes and took them into the corresponding rooms and then did the same thing again and again and again.

That was my day until 3pm when I almost snapped my thumb off my hand.

When my brother was moving the ottoman (big foot stool) he was trying to fit it in between a book case and the side of the ute. My thumb was right on the corner of the bookshelf when the ottoman was slammed down into place.


Thumb = swollen, tight, black and wont bend from that position, no matter how much 'Kill Bill' "wiggle your big toe" motivation I give it.

So, after half an hour crying and trying to pull it together, it was back to work - thinking I'd just broken my thumb.

We then jump started my car, I parked it on the road and we took another load to the new house. I'm so glad mum found a house only three streets away otherwise today would have been hell.

5pm rolls around and we get a knock on the door. Mum opened the door to see some doosh from our real estate saying that we have to open our house because they scheduled an open day to show prospective tenants through the house. After mum went off her nut, he stood outside for fifteen minutes and no-one showed up to view the property. I don't know if it was embarrassment due to the fact that nobody viewed the property or because mum ripped him a new one but after the fifteen minute open house time slow, he just got in his car and drove off. No 'goodbye' and no 'thanks for your time'. Rude bastard.

NEVER RENT FROM RUN PROPERTY IN CARLTON!! They are the most incompetent, rude and ridiculously demanding real estate we have ever leased through.

Anyway, mum and bro have gone to post a parcel that mum sold on Ebay. You should see how many bags of clothes are in my new room at the moment just waiting to be unpacked. I'm not even going to bother explaining the amount of stuff I have to sell - mostly clothes and shoes. You wouldn't believe me even if I told you.

I'll be taking photos tomorrow and fingers crossed that I can jump on the net to post them. Our new internet provider just sent me a text message to say that there are no available ports at our new house so we may have to wait a month for internet to be connected. I'll wait til my brother eats before I tell him. He is usually a bit happier after a feed lol.

So far, this move has been easy, hard, disappointing, painful, aggravating and f'd up.

I can't wait until we are in the new house. It's like a clean slate, you know? I already have my room planned out, a schedule for myself and ideas for my vlog and blog posts. I'm definitely going to step up my professionalism with my vlog. I need to find the perfect spot to record, set up a nice background and organize my wardrobe so I can show you guys through.

Oh, best part of moving house? I FOUND MY TWO DIOR DRESSES FOR SUMMER! Oh, plus I found like three boxes of makeup, fifty odd nail polishes and some other random stuff.

Here is all that is left in my lounge room at the moment.

A couch, a rolled up carpet and a bookshelf.

Hope your day has been as eventful but less painful and aggravating as mine.

A Funnier Side Of What I Went Through On Sunday.

Gotta Keep Moving..

It feels like forever since I really talked to you girls.

In all honesty, I feel brain dead. The stress of finishing my grandfathers memoirs really took its toll. I'm exhausted - mentally and physically, which means I really had nothing to say when I looked at an empty blog post. Filling it with pictures does make me feel better but I really need to step up my game.

Since I got back to Melbourne, I've been shopping once (like I mentioned on my YSL post) and the rest of the time I've been home. The only outing I've really had since Friday is going to my local supermarket twice.

I also need to get motivated. I just found two skirts that I used to wear when I was seventeen and DAMN I was like 15kg lighter.

Sunday morning I woke up and I thought my stomach and intestines were going to explode inside my body. They were cramping, super tight and so bloated that I thought they were literally going to burst in my body. After three hours of crying, shuffling between the toilet, the bath and the medicine chest - I woke up in a luke-warm bath. I had tea towels covering my private parts and my mum was sitting on the ground beside the bath having a coffee.

Thank you to all the wonderful pharmaceuticals I had that morning. I may not have lived through that experience without them.

Thank you to my mum who sat on a cold tiled floor for however long while I was passed out in pain.

I HATE YOU, DAIRY.

No more dairy, at all. No exceptions. I will never risk another episode like that. No scoop of ice cream, no piece of cheese and no sip of milk is worth being petrified that my insides are about to burst out my body.

Me + Dairy =


On to a better subject. Today I'm going to be having an outing with my mum. Were going to my local mall and having a look at what to expect for this summers fashion in Australia. I am not intending on buying anything because we are moving house next week.

We are moving into a smaller house that costs less in rent. When my mum and I move overseas, there's no way that my brother would be able to afford to live in this house all by himself. Plus, who wants to live in a house with three extra empty bedrooms?

We're moving only a few streets from the house we currently live in. It's a two bedroom house with a bungalow. Not to mention that it's literally half the rent we pay at the moment.

I always love the stages that come before the actual moving day. I always find things that I forgot I even owned. At the moment for example I've lost two Dior dresses. I've turned the house upside down and I cannot find them anywhere!!! Summer is fast approaching and I need them for my shopping days and lunch with my friends.

As soon as I find them, I'll be sure to post photos. I'm not looking forward to packing this entire house. We have our business running out of the spare bedroom and it is overflowing with clothes, shoes, accessories etc. I'll be sure to post photos of that too. It will look like a disaster for sure.

I feel better now that I've had this little convo with all my girls.

I am thinking of making a few short vlog videos of my day to day life. When I'm shopping, when I'm packing etc, but I don't know if people even find those interesting.

OHHHH before I go. Great news is that when I move to the new house, I'm having five giveaways and I'll finally be able to have a standard place that I vlog from. I am soooo looking forward to setting up half the bungalow as a study/fashion corner.

Feel free to suggest themes and ideas. Shoot some photos my way.

Anastasia xx

Damn You, You Cow!

There has always been a saying in my family that I actually used quite often.

'A cheeseburger cures everything.'

Now while we do know that a cheeseburger is not the cure for anything, it definitely made us feel better when we were depressed, sore, sick, stressed out or all of the above.

It wasn't until recently that I realized that cheeseburgers were actually make me worse. I've always had an iron stomach. I could eat jelly with salami, milk and wine, cheese and porridge. I never actually mixed any of those things together, but I had the ability to take a bite of one then a bite of the other and I'd never feel sick from it. Ahh, the joys of being young.

Now that I'm 22 and my hormones have changed, I've developed a lactose intolerance. I don't need the blood test to prove it, I know I am. Whenever I eat ANY kind of dairy, it could be instant or it could be the next morning, but I end up paying for it.

Milk, cheese, cream.. All of those things and anything else dairy are my inevitable ticket to a concert called 'The Toilet Blues'. If any of you have ever been to see it, there I am sitting front and center.

It's sort of ironic that the one thing that always made me feel good is now the thing making me feel bad.

Any other lactose haters out there?

You Know Where You Can Stick That Tissue?!

My grandmothers sister is a real straight arrow. When I was a kid she always seemed a bit of a frantic and always keeping busy on her toes. Maybe she just seemed that way because I remember her husband as always being so laid back and quiet. 

When I was younger I went to stay at her house for a weekend even though I had the flu. My nose was runny, my throat was sore and I kept sniffing and sniffing and sniffing and sniffing, then I'd stop, then I'd sniff some more. After about an hour she told me to go and get a tissue and blow my nose. I was only 10 or 11, I had no idea what blowing my nose was! I didn't get sick very often so I guess I was never taught. I was always a tissue stuffer anyway, meaning that if I ever had a runny nose i'd just scrunch up a tissue and shove it in my nostril. So classy I know ;) haha. 

Anyway, she told me to go and get a tissue and blow my nose so I got a tissue, wiped my leaky nose then went and sat back down. Not even two minutes later *sniff*.... *sniff* ..... *sniiiiifffff*. My aunty went and got a tissue and told me to blow my nose. 

I wiped my nose, put my finger in the tissue, put the finger in my nostril and thought that would wipe away all the runny stuff but my plan failed. Not even 30 seconds and I was sniffing again so my aunty came over and said she wanted me to blow into the tissue. I did it wrong. I got nothing out. I couldn't get the hang of closing my mouth and forcing air out of my nose. Eventually I got the hang of it but I remember having a throbbing headache by the end of the day. I felt like I was trying to push my brain out of my nose. Ever since that day, I'm proud to still be a tissue stuffer. 

After two weeks of my mum having the flu really bad, I am now a flu-bug myself. Bit of a sore throat and one hell of a blocked and runny nose. My right nostril is currently plugged up, the left one is clear as a bell. The left nostril may be fine but my left ear is infected. I'm up sh!t creek without a paddle. 

A flu is the hardest thing for me to get rid of because any cough mixture makes me need to vomit and cough lollies make my tongue feel like it has 100 paper cuts. On a diet of mandarines and socks. I'm not eating the socks, I just have to wear them as though my life depended on it. 

It's weird, I usually get the flu in summer. Hopefully I'm getting my flu out of the way now so that when I move overseas I can skip my standard summer flu. It'd suck to be sick the first month of being there!

Yeah, My Day.

What a day.

I shaved my legs in the morning so that was a smoother start (no pun intended lol), but then I got a text message from my friend telling me that he has found out his girlfriend is cheating on him. I did the right thing and offered him a shoulder to cry on... and he did. As you all know, the last week has been pretty crappy for me and helping him out really took a toll on me. I have the worst stress headache/migraine you can imagine. My brain is pulsating inside my skull.

I just took 2 Nurofen Zavance so hopefully it doesn't last much longer. I stopped on the way home from his house to get some fish and chips but they were closed. I ended up getting chips & gravy and two kebabs for my mum, brother and I to share. The guy who works in the chicken shop is GORGEOUS. More than gorgeous, almost as gorgeous as the guy who works in the barbers shop. At least Mohammed (chicken shop guy) had the guts to talk to me. The hottie from the barbers shop just stares at me from behind the glass window.

He has recently started smiling and purposely moving forward to get a better look but he is still lacking in communication. How disappointing.

What isn't disappointing is the fact that Tuesday has finished my laptop!!! He is going to a friends birthday tonight so I will get my baby back around 10pm. I'll be doing a huge picture post when I see whats left on there.

Hopefully he doesn't give me a doggy bag back with 10 screws that were left over after he installed my new harddrive.

You know my fingers are crossed for what folders I get back.
Please please please please please let them be there.

Peace.

Chips, Fruit and A Hot Tub Time Machine.

Well, you must have noticed by now that I have been slacking off in the last few days. It feels like a month since I have written something so this will probably be a really long one.

I have been feeling really sick for almost a week now. Most of my time has been spent on the couch in and out of a groggy sleep with a never ending headache and a tapping in my head. Yesterday I wanted to ask my mum to look in my ears in case some spider eggs were laid and hatched without me realizing it. Would have explained a lot, but there is no spiders, just my brain. It gets my thinking 'Oh no, what if I have brain swelling or a tumor..' I'm going to 'scan my cat' on Tuesday (aka getting a cat scan lol). I'm sure there is nothing really wrong with me, I just feel like ten tonnes of donkeys ass and cant seem to shake it off.

I had a shower this morning and semi straightened my hair, which sort of made me feel a bit better. Walking up to the shops to buy some mandarins and chocolate was good for me. The fresh air, no matter how chilly it is, always does me some good. The guy at my local fruit&vegie store made me smile as always. He is a really nice man, not sure what nationality he is but he's from the Middle East without a doubt. He always asks my mum what nationality she is because of her blonde hair and green eyes. Each time we go in there he has a different nationality that he thinks she is. First it was Swedish, then Russian and then German.. It took him a good 7 times before she put him out of his misery and told him she was Italian. He said that explained my dark features and she told him I had the Turkish in me to thank for that. So now every time I go into the fruit shop it's 'Ahhh, Nasilsin?' which means how are you. I must have told him 20 times that I don't speak fluent Turkish but he will still speak three really fast sentences in Turkish and then speak to me in English. I understand the basics but SLOWWWWWWWW DOWWWNNNNNNN with the rest of it. It's like he is the voice over for a horse race. I admire how he knows at least 4 languages.. I just wish he would choose one that he speaks to me and stick to it haha.

I gotta get a photo of him. He is a classic. Not tall (a polite way of saying he is short), short tight ringlet/afro hair in black with some grey running through, very tanned and in shape, a very nice smile and always gives me a ridiculous discount. I never end up spending more than $3 despite the fact that the bananas I take up there would be $2.50 alone.. Never mind the apples, beans, mandarins and lemons I get with them. It's $3 and a free pack of Arabic chewing gum no matter what.

On the walk home I stopped and got some hot chips with 3 battered savs and 3 fried dim sims for my family and I. We have all been eating like once a day because were all sick in one way or another so it was a nice treat to eat something other than a toasted sandwich or chicken noodle soup.

Last night after torturing myself and listing another 50 items on the site, I watched Hot Tub Time Machine. It was funnier than I expected. It was different than I thought it would be but I enjoyed it none the less. Today I watched Wolfman with Benicio Del Toro. It was the most gory werewolf/lycan movie I've seen so far. It wasn't scary but you actually see peoples guts flying here there and everywhere, their bloody stumps, fingerless hands and torn up rib-cages.

The movie wasn't bad, but wasn't fantastic. It was hard to stop myself almost breaking into laughter throughout the whole movie because all I could think of was the voice that Benicio Del Toro had in the movie The Usual Suspects. It was strange hearing him speak with a no 'accent'. Anthony Hopkins was loony as always and Emily Blunt is quite lovely, perhaps even beautiful in one way or another.

Mum is really sick with the flu but at the moment she is ignoring that so she can take measurements and weights of all the items we have to list tomorrow so she wants me to put on a movie to break up the monotony. I might get some rest because I have to take 150 photos of the items we listed over the weekend so we can complete the listing and I can finally do my big unveiling of the site. We are almost at 2000 items and have 10 times that amount sitting here waiting to be listed. Just don't want to give you guys the website info when it looks so empty.

Must go, am getting dizzy. Will be sure to put an awesome fashion and makeup post tomorrow, maybe even late tonight if I cant sleep.

Peace.