I had a rather splendiferous day earlier this week, even though it began with an expedition I felt rather trepidatious about. (Yes, yes, I know that trepidatious is not a word… please be so kind as to grant me creative license.)
Was I going to a job interview? A first date? Another round of toe surgery?
No. I was going to see Tomorrow When The War Began, and the part of me that loved and read the series multiple times as a tween was dreading seeing it brought to life by soap-stars from Home and Away and Neighbours.
My ultimate reaction to the film was, perhaps, informed by the terribly low expectations I had going into it, and by the fact that Tomorrow When The War Began was the first movie I’d seen at the cinema in over six months. You see, I really enjoyed it. Dare I say that I even had to quell some Aussie pride whilst watching it? We do have some beautiful countryside here in Australia, even if we don’t know how to stock our grocery stores properly with granola.
Seeing the movie comprised the first half of the day, and was done in the company of my wonderful fellow-musical-loving friend Amy. After that, I headed out with another two friends to a rather spectacular second-hand and vintage clothing shop. My friends and family know that I’m not very good at clothes shopping, and tend to get bored rather quickly (I can, on the other hand, happily spend over an hour at the grocery stores I’ve been shopping at twice a week for the past six months).
Well, readers, on this day I discovered a) that clothes shopping can be fun, and b) what it’s like to be a Barbie doll. For although I myself chose the first dresses I tried on, after that my two friends did all the work, rummaging through the racks for clothes they thought might suit me. Parading around in the dresses and skirts they chose was a small price to pay for having people with better fashion judgment pick out a wardrobe for me.
Thanks guys! You are the shizzle, or whatever it is youngsters say these days.
The whole experience was rather fun, and I’m trying hard not to feel guilty about spending $175 in one fell swoop. After all, I got five dresses and skirt for that amount, which I figure is pretty good.
Anyway, when I was in the change-room, I had the idea of taking (and posting) photos of the more hilarious dresses I tried on, complete with captions. I was getting quite into this notion when my friend heard me taking photos and, well, yelled at me. So I meekly put my camera away. But hah! I got a few snaps in first, so if you’ll allow me…
I’d like to make a fool of myself.
When the mooooooooon is in the seventh house
And Jupiter aligns with Mars
Then peace will guide the planet
And love will steer the stars…
I am no longer Hannah of Wayfaring Chocolate in this dress. I am, instead, Harmony Sweet-Feather, a young lass who enjoys swaying to the music in my head whilst standing in a meadow of dandelions and sprouting quinoa in my bra.
P.S. Don’t ask me what my face is doing in this photo. I think I might actually have been singing the above song from Hair when I took the photo.
Hi, my name is Hannah, and I’ll be your Dental Assistant today. Open wide!
(My alternate caption for this was… “Wanted For Indecent Exposure: Early-Twenties PhD Student Wearing Easy-Open Silver Jacket”, but then I decided that was one too many risqué jokes for this post.)
Look, Ma! A muu-muu!
(Okay, so this is one of the dresses I bought. In other words… don’t be hatin’ on this one too much, or you’ll make me cry.)
It’s probably just as well my friend stopped me from taking more photos at this point. I’m sure we can all agree that I’ve made enough of a nincompoop of myself for one day.
Question Time: Have any of you seen Tomorrow When the War Began? What did you think?
Order Time: Anyone reading this in a country that isn’t Australia… if TWTWB shows up in a cinema near you, please see it. We Aussies need all the support for our films that we can get. Unfortunately, Oprah can’t bring her audience to us every year…