Thumbs up

My walk around the Silver Lake reservoir this morning was a little bit of the same, yet a whole lot more.

I saw some familiar faces running around the ‘lake’. Not people I know, but people I’ve seen doing the same before. One of them was a guy with a big nose, 80’s style haircut and runners legs who I’d seen lap me a couple of time previously. This time he was out there with a girl and they were doing some cool down jogs. He was fully kitted in a running singlet and shirt and my guess is he’ll be taking part in the LA Marathon this week. The marathon starts not far from here at Dodger Stadium and then they run all the way to Santa Monica. Yes, it is about 40km to Santa Monica from here, which is unexpected when you’re looking at a map and a really long way away.

As I was getting to the last stretches of my lap, a shiny blue pick up truck drove past. The driver was hanging out the window looking at me, and then as the road curved ahead, he drove around the corner with giving me the thumbs up. I put it down to my new exercise outfit. I’ve graduated from being the dork in the t-shirt to the trim thing in fitted gym gear.

Breakfast where?

Can you believe that I got to thirty-one years of age with a love of movies and have never seen Breakfast at Tiffany’s?

I couldn’t believe it either, so much so that I always thought I HAD seen it, and just forgotten what happened.

This myth was shattered after catching a few glimpses of it as it played in the background at a friend’s place. The music sounded so familiar, I’ve heard it in so many other films, but I’d never seen it in the context of a big old taxi pulling up outside the grand New York Tiffany’s.

My announcement prompted my friend to make me watch it with her that afternoon.

Whilst it was nice and I somewhat enjoyed the scatter-brained Holly, it certainly didn’t make me reconsider my list of favourite films. I loved the song Moon River and of course the fashions in the film but I didn’t feel overly sentimental or romantic about it. In fact, dare I say it, I don’t think I need to see it again.

If that’s the case, what are the classics I should be adding to my ‘watched’ list?

The big wardrobe downsize

It’s 38 days until I move to LA and in preparation I am taking a fashion trip down sentimental lane.

I will freely admit to anyone that I am a hoarder. I won’t get rid of clothes, shoes or accessories because I come up with an excuse, such as:

  • I might fit into it when I lose weight one day
  • I might fit into it when I put on weight one day
  • It would make a great costume for a fancy dress party (that I never get invited to)
  • My mythical someday daughter will see me in a photo and wish I’d kept the outfit because it is suddenly retro cool again 
  • It has a story such as “Oh, but I got this poncho in Bolivia from a little old lady in full Quechua dress at the market”

I even have some makeup that my aunt gave me when I was in early high school, and I still use it, on the occasion that I need some bright 80s eyeshadow.

I don’t know how long I’ll be in LA for, but I’m taking advantage of my current “clear it out, give it away” mentality to do a sweep of my wardrobe so there isn’t so much temptation to squeeze it into my luggage. So far so good. I’ve managed to part with four pairs of shoes, a handbag, a long formal dress, a suit, a skirt, two hats, a scarf and a few belts. And that was just to one friend.

The outfit of never give aways
All my most loved items in one stunning outfit!

I’m setting aside more things for my 10 year old cousin (who already has a size 8 foot and will soon fit into my size nines) and her dress up box. Mum has already said that she’ll have whatever is left over.

So while people are getting excited as to what they might be able to find in my wardrobe, the sad news for them is that I will still be taking the best and most loved things with me. There will always be room in my luggage for my dress of dresses, the incredible multi-coloured heels, my white hat, my motorcycle handbag, silver crysacolla ring from Mexico and the Bolivian poncho.

This hoarder’s going to hit LA and commit a major fashion faux pas, but what the heck!