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Oh London

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Oh London, what an extravagant mistress you are
Your flirtatious eyes hyptnotise us
We are captivated by your riches
You promise us so much
We wish upon your sparkling lights
And dream under your sky

Oh London but why are you so kind and cruel?
Your sparkling lights are blinding
You deliver but hard work and long nights
Your promises are empty and turn your back on us

Oh London how mysterious you are
To a tourist’s eye your beauty is in Westminster
Along the waters of the Thames to the tower
But your beauty lies beyond
Past her majesty’s palace and the metal eye
Past the bustling stations and big red buses

But to the north on the Heath of Hamstead
Where trees and flowers grow wild and free
Where ducks glide across your waters
Ripples glistening in your light
Women and men stroll hand in hand
Children and animals run wild across your grass plains

I consume your light
Your fresh air
It invigorates me with a sense of life I feared you had taken months ago
I carry it in my spirit as I venture back into your dark streets
I travel home on your viper, resisting its fatal poison
Still your beauty within me

As I pack my life into a bag
I take a piece of you
Not your cheap souvenirs
But a light within my soul and spirit
Your wisdom seeps through my flesh and into my veins

Oh London what an extravagant mistress you are
You may fool others but not I
I know your secret and you know mine
And I will carry you with me as a reminder of the beauty in all life
No matter how hard it may be to find.

xxx
A

Posted by missadelaide 23:09 Archived in Australia Tagged london cities home nature life love writing inspiration Comments (1)

Christmas In London

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Firstly, I apologise for such a late entry. Over the festive season, I didn’t get a chance to write and for the past two weeks I’ve been on the road/sick, so here’s a few entries I’ve been meaning to type up. Enjoy!

“It will be lonely this Christmas…”

The song that echoed throughout my mind with the festive season rapidly approaching. Personally, Christmas is the epitome of family. Each year, I’d be woken up at the crack of dawn by my brother and sister and practically carried up the stairs whilst still half asleep to find the lounge room dotted with beautifully wrapped gifts. Obviously as a child, Christmas means Santa and presents. And over time, when you slowly figure things out, you realize just how lucky you are to be sitting there surrounded by people who love and adore you.

However, this year was very different, with my biggest concern being that there would be no afternoon dip down at the beach, prawns, mangoes, or sweet summer dresses. No, the biggest thing was not being able to hug my family on Christmas day and tell them how much I love them. And yes I know how incredibly cheesy it seems, but you really don’t realize just how lucky you are until you’re in a situation where you don’t have it.
Thankfully, my house, little old Clarendon 9, has become my home and my housemates, my family. Twisted, unconventional, dysfunctional but when we need eachother, we’re there. And I couldn’t have asked to spend Christmas with more wonderful people.

Our London Christmas was complete with a little Christmas tree with lights and tinsel, Michael Buble’s Christmas album, a magnificent feast and secret santa. There was enough food to feed an entire army. We popped all of our Christmas crackers, put on our colourful hats, read our horrible jokes and handed out presents. And what is a secret santa without the ultimate gag present… a dildo. And that dildo went on to feature in every photo for the rest of the day. We keep it classy at Clarendon.

We danced, ate and drank the night away. Even though I didn’t spend Christmas with my family in Australia, I honestly couldn’t have asked for a better Christmas with my own little London family. I had many mixed feelings over the festive season. My year is coming to an end, yet it’s just the beginning of so many new adventures. It also got me thinking about where I’ll be next Christmas, or the year after. I guess these questions can’t be answered now because as I’m well aware, so much can change over the course of a year. All I can hope for is that I’ll be with people who love and care about eachother, we eat a little too much food and drink a little too much red wine and we just have a lovely day.

Merry Christmas

Xxx

A

Posted by missadelaide 12:39 Archived in United Kingdom Tagged london adventure turkey friends happy family christmas love santa wine presents white_christmas Comments (0)

The Devil Wears Prada

Londons Fashion Scene

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You can never be overdressed or overeducated - OSCAR WILDE

The world of fashion once seemed a foreign, unobtainable way of life for me.
Where I’m from back home, as long as you’ve got some trust denim shorts, a coloured singlet (cami) and haviannas, then youre set.
The first few months being abroad, I lived in my jeans and tshirt, don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love this combination, but luck and fate had something in store for me. To learn to become a true London fashionista.

After landing a job at Oasis, a UK female clothing store selling feminine, classy and beautiful clothes (I could only try to compare it to the likes of Forever New or Dotti in Australia). With a nice little staff discount, I had room to explore the many chains of the store and immerse myself in the latest trends.

Don’t get me wrong, I will admit there were some rather questionable items I mixed and matched, but hey, you have to make mistakes right?

I know it just seems like ‘oh, she got a job in a clothes shop,’ but it really is so much more than that. Discovering your own body type and working with colours, fabrics and styles that will flatter your body shape is a skill that many people don’t acknowledge. Or even how customers open up to you in the fitting rooms, asking for your genuine opinion as well as a fashionable one. I’ve seen ladies nearly burst into tears because a dress won’t fit them and to be honest, it’s at these moment they’re most vulnerable. You not only have to do your job, but kind of be a friend.

One of the most helpful people in our team was our helpful stylist. She is so good at looking at someone’s skin tone, hair colour, body shape, personality, and finding the perfect outfit that will compliment them. I’m no expert in styling, but I’ve definitely progressed significantly. A memorable moment was when a lady was looking for an occasionwear dress and I picked some that she initially turned her nose up at, however, once she tried them on, she was thrilled with how her breasts looked bigger, her hips looked smaller and her legs looked longer. There’s something very satisfying about recommending an outfit and they love it. Because afterall, style is a very personal thing which represents your personality and lifestyle. And that’s what I love about it.

I absolutely love English fashion. It’s so classy, elegant, a bit preppy or alternative but overall its ‘gorgeous darling.’ The great thing about living in such a big city is the diversity and with that comes incredible trends and fashion. You can never be overdressed because all in one common area, the tube, because people are going everywhere, job interviews, the races, work, weddings, concerts, dates and travelling. It takes something quite absurd to make you look twice.

With London becoming very cold over December, the most important fashion item is the all important winter coat. People are faced with the dilemma of choosing between colour, warmth, fashion, length, practicality or price. To be honest, I’m happy for my (minimal) savings that I won’t be staying in London for years on end because I would be too tempted to buy all the beautiful coats that we received in stock. Although I did purchase a lovely tan, short, military coat and gorgeous leather jacket. Despite the thought that it’s ‘boring, drab or dull’ you really cannot go wrong with a nice black or navy coat. The colours of winter this season, burgundy and a deep green, look lovely with these block colours.
Although I’ve immersed myself in the London fashion scene, I still like to think that I’ve got that bit of Ozzy beach babe style. I’m looking forward to bringing a bit of an English class into my wardrobe with all the beautiful clothes I now own.
After now finishing up with my job, I can reminisce on all the great times I’ve had at work with the amazing team I worked with. I couldn’t have asked for a more supporting, accepting and friendly environment and I’ve made friendships that I’m sure will persevere the Pacific Ocean.

Xxx
A

Posted by missadelaide 14:24 Archived in United Kingdom Tagged london winter beach australia fashion love colours style expensive hair boots fabrics expression dresses coats trends babe Comments (0)

All These Little Things

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Somehow, it's all the little things that can influence your life in the greatest way.
They may not be ground breaking or completely radical... but this beautiful little moment I experienced this week, is definitely blog worthy, warmed my heart and in a way, you could almost say mind opening.

So, I was at work, when my favourite customer in the world, a 10 year old boy along with his mum, walk through the door.
His mother smiles and walks to the racks of clothes whilst Buddy, waves and comes straight towards me.
He's dressed in his school blazer with his violin slung across his shoulder.
I say the usual, 'Hey Buddy, how's it going? How's school/football/violin? Are you looking forward to Christmas?
We talk as he walks around in circles feeling the textures of different clothes.
Today, he just didn't seem himself.
I asked him what was up.
He responded with a typical child's answer, 'I HATE MY MOTHER.'
He told me his story (he was misbehaving so she took his gameboy off of him) and I listened intently.
Being the polite young man he is, he changed the topic and asked me how I was.
I broke him the news that I would soon be leaving work and heading back to Australia.
And his reaction captured the pure essence of being a child that I absolutely love.
'Ah, but Australia is so far away! Why do you need to go home?'
I told Buddy that like him, I had family and friends that care about me very much at home, and that it was time for me to go back.
'But that's.... a million miles away!'
I smiled at the thought.
I told him that my family makes me upset sometimes, but they're always just trying to do what's right for me because they love me.
His mother was finished shopping and returned, announcing it was time to go home.
Buddy then suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist and began crying.
I was overcome by emotion.
I couldn't believe how much trust and compassion this boy had towards me, someone he barely knows.
I hugged him back fighting tears.
His darling mother then said, 'baby, I'll bring you back in next week so we can say goodbye, ok?' He reluctantly agreed, took his mothers hand and together they left, both of them smiling at me.
I turned to my colleagues who had seen the whole thing and I went out the back to compose myself.

This beautiful little moment touched my heart and made me think about the pure beauty, innocence and compassion that children possess, something we could all learn from the little ones in our lives.
Children live with such honesty which I think if we adapted just slightly, we'd all be much happier people.
This little boy will probably never know of the gift he has given me, a genuine insight to a child's mind and love from a child, but I hope to carry his legacy with me.
I hope I see them this week so I can say, au revoir, and wish him the very best of luck for his future and to remind him to treasure all the little things, because that's what makes life so beautiful.

xxx
A

Posted by missadelaide 03:59 Archived in United Kingdom Tagged children london home australia beautiful love uk amazing retail respect compassion going_home Comments (0)

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out

Explosions

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==There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is. - Einstein==

Sometimes it's the smallest ideas, the tiniest gesture, the simplest thought, that charges forward with strength, beauty and power to become one of the biggest dreams.

I absolutely love everything about fireworks.
The colour, lights and sound, the whole atmosphere they create and the thoughts they provoke, everything about them truly are magical.
Usually I only encounter them on New Years Eve or Australia Day, but whilst in London, I was fortunate enough to experience the thrill of Guy Fawkes Day/Bonfire Night, which came at a time I much needed a little more hope.

Everything is silent and black, a quiet buzz of anticipation sweeps the excited faces.
A faded tiny light reaches up into the night sky.
Eyes open wider.
Higher and higher until... BANG!
A thousand golden sparks erupt in the sky as jaws drop and hearts open.

For a few short minutes, all is forgotten, as we are mesmerised by the dazzling lights.
All the stress, anxiety, fear and worry from your past vanishes with each explosion, and are replaced by all the beautiful moments you've had and have yet to have.

In this moment, you truly are invincible.
You think about what's important, what you need, what you want to achieve, what you value, what your dreams are, who you are and who you want to be.
There's not many moments in life where we take the time to do this, and the fact that we all involuntarily do it whilst gazing up at the beautiful lights and colours, but the fact that we all do it, proves that we are all more alike that we think.
We all have dreams, regardless of how little or big they are, we all want things in life and for a few minutes we can think about how we can achieve it and how thankful we are to have made it this far.

These little miracles exploding in the night sky offer us more than a few minutes of entertainment, but a mental cleanse and boost.
After these precious moments are over and we all flood towards the gates, a smile is still imprinted on my lips and a sparkle in my eye. I feel rejuvenated with hope, purpose and happiness.

Witnessing the tiniest spark explode into the biggest and most incredible beacon, I know I can make it.
I may not be the biggest or brightest, but as long as I can leave people with a smile on their face and warmth in their heart then I feel I have meaning in life, I have a light, and it will never burn out.

Posted by missadelaide 15:23 Archived in United Kingdom Tagged parks london england lights adventure smile fireworks sounds dreams warmth motivation guy_fawkes bonfirenight Comments (0)

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