Obsessions of a Teenage Melodrama

Weekly Obsessions... Try it On

Other than the rather splashing (especially dashing) Marlon Brando in On the Waterfront ......my thoughts have turned to the rather clever but exceedingly daggy poncho.

 As I personally have never been afraid to wear such a previously unfashionable item, their sudden popularity is unsurprising to me. Poncho's are the rage of the age! And that has set me wondering whether 'daggy' is the new 'cool'? Since forever being daggy was it's polar opposite and was chosen by uncool people (me) as a way of actively avoiding the popularity rat race. One must note that Cynicism is over rated, yet preferable to try hard coolness.... here think DARIA...(just act as dead pan as possible). 

Yet Poncho's to me seem a harmless new addition to being trendy, as they're rather woolly and over enveloping, tending to lump it over the better half of one's body.

 As a bonus there is no need for near nudity!

Unless of course you are sporting the string variety, quite popular with 00's crocheters. 
Poncho's, besides their obvious attraction as a highly patterned 'cover it all' are a darn sight useful. They can double as a impromptu picnic rug, tent, sun hat, towel, wash cloth etc.... it's up to your imagination! They are also really great to dance in, as they tend to limit wild hand movements and cover the hesitant starting dance shuffle. Ex American President Bush, not my preferred person at the best of times, has accurately demonstrated my favourite the 'it's alive, it's alive' move! I find that it tends to happen to poncho novices.
Trippy 
So I will happily raise my glass with poncho lovers world wide and recognise the value of a truly multi-talented yet fashionable item! Try it on!
Adiós 

Tales of a Busy Busser

The other day, around 5ish I was contemplating the world, sitting or rather jammed into a bus seat.

These were good thoughts because I was particularly kind and smiled encouragingly at all the old ladies, hoons, drunks and youths that make up the entire bus population. Then like a ray of sunshine on a metaphorically grey afternoon, a beautiful young man with lean fingers and a charcoal coat interrupted my self indulgent magnanimousness. (big words! Look it up Bookworm!) Men in charcoal coats are a rarity on my bus, as I live in the absolute sticks. 

So I pulled out the old 120 watt smile and practically lit the bus, fluttering the eyelashes ever so slightly. More to draw attention away from the fact I generally look like a homeless bag lady when on public transport, than to appear flirtatious. But in true charcoal coat taste, he declined my furious blinking and sitting in front of me withdrew a book. BOOK! BOOK!

 As I said, tasteful clothing is hard to come by, but literature on my bus is a one in a million. Now I was desperate to be recognised as another person of taste, so I tried to strike up a conversation about our common theme. The novel. I glanced at the cover, which I didn't recognise and then sneakily tried to read over his shoulder....never a good first impression, but I was desperate. 

So there I was, peering creepily at the book trying hard to catch a key phrase....but none of the words looked familiar. Then after about 2 minutes of intense staring, in which my nose gravitated past this beautiful person's shoulder, the penny dropped.

It was in German.

Abruptly chastened I returned to staring out the window, realising why this beautiful person was so different and intriguing, he wasn't just not from these parts.

He wasn't Australian. 

(Which I learned later, as I swallowed my pride and the now obvious language barrier and chatted him up.  He was from Munich, which he said was lovely at this time of year.)