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The real stuff
Argh! What happened? One moment, your faithful Carla Gypsygirl is updating her lovely bloggy-boo every Sunday. And the next, her thoughtfully established routine disintegrates into NOTHING! An update here, an update there! What is this lack of order? I'm sorry if I kept you waiting this week. You do know that I get erratic every now and then.
Gosh. Every time I write something silly (which is like, all the time), I stop and read over what I have written, and wonder what my readers think. If you are a regular follower of the adventures of Carla Gypsygirl (and three cheers for you if you are!), you might have noticed that I hardly ever write about anything significant that happens in the world. Sure, I might mention Britney getting pregnant (she is SO glowing at the moment, it is gorgeous!), but I don't think that I have ever mentioned anything serious about world issues and current affairs and things. I tend to think that you have the newspapers for that; there are so many other people out there who can give you an opinion on George Bush. I'm sure you don't need mine. Sometimes, I think I live in my own world too much...I'm happy to dream away about other things, and not think about the awful and scary things that happen in our world today. But I can't deny the fact that I am alive and here in the 21st century.
So anyway, my point is, there have been so many sad things happening this week, haven't there? Last week, at Bible study, we were talking about what John Brogden had said about Bob Carr's wife. And I totally started ranting, saying all this mean stuff about John Brogden. And the afternoon after, I found out that he tried to commit suicide. And I felt really, really bad. I mean, John Brogden doesn't know me or what I said, but I still felt terrible for making such a judgement about him. Like, I thought what he said was really awful, but I didn't him to die. I've also been feeling really sad about what happened in New Orleans...just to hear that people have been cruel to each other during such hard times.
I feel a bit silly writing about my own little week. But that has always been the nature of my blog, and the nature of me, I suppose. I think that if I have something positive to offer the world, I'm not going to let evil and sad things make me hide the goodness that God has given me. Hopefully you might get a giggle out of what I have to say.
SO: the whereabouts of Carla Gypsygirl. I do flatter myself and hope that you read and think, "THANK GOODNESS! Carla has finally updated! I was SO BUSTING to find out what was happening in her life!" If so, then read on! Work has been craaaaaaaazy. We released our Winter 2006 ranges last week. We were all really, really busy putting the final touches on the fashion collection and our presentation. There were lots of late, sulky nights and ridiculously early mornings. I'm still not used to leaving the office and seeing the sun out. I also went to the Rose Seidler Fifties Fair with my good friend Niccola, which was so much fun! She went as Cynthia Lee (the debutante and eager soon-to-be homemaker), and I was Bobbie Sue (the bad girl who defied convention). All I bought that day was a second-hand key; I felt very pleased with myself. Niccola and I took lots of photos, but I am in two minds about putting them up here, because, well, I look SILLY. My hair is in a big boofy quiff, and I have liquid eyeliner on (eek!) and I have a scary grin on. Mmmm, other stuff...I've been a bit bad with my budgeting this month. Like, I bought a pair of cowboy boots the other week, because I felt like I just HAD to. They were on sale, though, and are my spring/summer wardrobe solution! They go with skirts of ALL length, are pretty comfy, and can look dressed up AND dressed down! Oh, and I finally met Geoff's extended family, and they are SO NICE! Praise God! I swear, I am just a big scaredy-cat.
I am finally going away this weekend! Hoorah! For the first time this year! I am going on a church weekend away with Geoff's church. I am so excited. I'm really looking forward to spending time with the lovely people at Geoff's church, and getting to know the yoof (ahem, I mean, youth), and of course, seeing my special boy. I love him!
And. I haven't told you about how I sang "(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction" (the Britney Spears version) in front of my new church yet. Obviously, I am still here to tell the tale, so it couldn't have been THAT bad. But I will save that to my next entry. I will try harder to update more regularly.
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