Eating Lentil & Sweet Potato Cakes
During this particular day, the fashonista within me just yearned for attention. “Gone are the days of mainstream fashion” my brain said, “in come the days where vintage, treasure-loved clothing is bound to set the scene”. In saying that, my longing for thrift shopping escalated… so to the street with lots of thrift shops we went…
Looking back, it was possibly the worst day ever to have such a yearning. Today Melbourne had a massive heat wave. The temperature scorched to the 40’s and contact with sun was a pungent sting. But hey, apparently materialistic, superficial clothing was of great importance to me that day as the summer burn did not prevent me. “I will not prevail to the weather” I must’ve said, “Superficiality is clearly of value here” I must’ve said…
Looking back, it was possibly the worst day ever to have such a yearning. Today Melbourne had a massive heat wave. The temperature scorched to the 40’s and contact with sun was a pungent sting. But hey, apparently materialistic, superficial clothing was of great importance to me that day as the summer burn did not prevent me. “I will not prevail to the weather” I must’ve said, “Superficiality is clearly of value here” I must’ve said…
By the time we get to the op-shops, the heat has already immersed in our brain cells - leading to steam dripping through glasses (for days), an inability to think affectively and the fashionista within me was dying out and being replaced with irritability. Combine the heat with a terrible attitude and you get a disinterest in clothes and overwhelming craving for icy poles. Any flavour please, heck give me a blackcurrent one, I’M DESPERATE HERE.
All in all, I didn’t get any clothes. Surprisingly, I didn’t give a damn about getting new clothes. Looking at vintage clothing items one by one was far too much effort… All I wanted was to get outta here and cool off. Our faces were priceless - completely distorted by heat, mouths open, waterfalls derived from sweat streaming down our faces and with each walking step our faces worsened. We felt like we were the messiah during the 40th day in the dessert.
Finally, we stoped by this quaint café and had lunch. Thank the Lord. I swear if we had to take another step, that would be the end of it - I could feel sweat dripping down my neck and the state of my hair would make my hairdresser go into hysterics.
All in all, I didn’t get any clothes. Surprisingly, I didn’t give a damn about getting new clothes. Looking at vintage clothing items one by one was far too much effort… All I wanted was to get outta here and cool off. Our faces were priceless - completely distorted by heat, mouths open, waterfalls derived from sweat streaming down our faces and with each walking step our faces worsened. We felt like we were the messiah during the 40th day in the dessert.
Finally, we stoped by this quaint café and had lunch. Thank the Lord. I swear if we had to take another step, that would be the end of it - I could feel sweat dripping down my neck and the state of my hair would make my hairdresser go into hysterics.
I had this refreshing “Organic Apple Mango Passion” drink. The feelings I felt after drinking this beauty was indescribable.
For lunch I ordered “Lentil and sweet potato cakes” which was ridiculously delish and tasted milestones better than it looks. And that slab of hummus presentation tho….
My sister described today as “eventful”, mum didn’t say anything - her grumpiness blocked her ability to socially interact and my definition of today would be - “a fashionista craving gone wrong, with the hint of stinging heat, downright annoyance at anything moving and one step too many”.
Lesson of the day - the heat can change you into an atrocious beast and NEVER go thrift shopping when it’s 30 or above.
You’re welcome,
Andrea x
Lesson of the day - the heat can change you into an atrocious beast and NEVER go thrift shopping when it’s 30 or above.
You’re welcome,
Andrea x
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