A few days ago, I picked up my brand new car. I’ve been waiting a few weeks for it to arrive, so for a while there, it wasn’t really in the forefront of my mind. However, since I picked it up and have been driving it, I have actually become one of those people that kind of wants to talk about cars. Because it’s pretty, and new, and when you go from driving a 30 year old car to driving a brand spanking new one, well, you just have to get excited a little!

Today, because I had nothing else to do and because I’ve been itching to take the car for a little trip to run it in, I decided to visit a little town about an hour or so away from where I live. I visit this town every few months or so, just to do something different and break the monotony of my constant surroundings. It’s a little hippy, a little hipster and full of kooky, quirky things to buy. I love it. And today I was fortunate, because they were having a market. So I perused the stalls at my leisure, picked up a few goodies and happily meandered about, enjoying the sun and the fresh air.

I stopped in to a few of my favourite shops, and did a bit of impulse buying. And I had two women, on two separate occasions, compliment me on the dress I was wearing. Now, the cool thing about that, is that I got to respond with ‘thank you, I made it myself!’. I finished the dress this morning, and the opportunity was perfect to wear it, so I was more than a little chuffed that I’d gotten complimented. I love being able to make and wear my own clothes, and to receive compliments makes it just that little bit more worthwhile.

Hello, I'm a girl, evidently.

A quick stop at the vintage market, and I was on my way home. It was as I was driving down a 100km stretch of road, that I came to realise something. I was actually a little anxious. As you may have read, I had an accident a few months ago (hence the buying of the new car). I wasn’t the least bit hurt but, while I think the experience has subsequently made me a better driver, I realised that it may actually have also made me a touch paranoid. I don’t know entirely whether it’s just because my car is so new, or because the accident is lingering in my subconscious, but the entire way home I felt uneasy. Stupid psyche.

Anyway, driving unease aside, today was such a lovely day, and I feel like I just had to share it with you! I hope you are all enjoying your Sunday too!

Not a Wasted Weekend After All

Tonight, I am drinking inferior wine from the bottle because it’s in the fridge and I feel like it. I’ve chucked frozen chips in the oven for dinner because it’s the easiest option, and I’m lazy and don’t have a car to drive the supermarket. I’m going to put on a movie, chosen from my small DVD collection, and I will inevitably pass out on the couch, probably mid textual conversation with my best friend, and wake up an hour and a half later to a goodnight text before stumbling to bed and laying awake until three am.

I have done very little all day, besides get a haircut and visit my dad and play with my best friend’s new puppy, and finish reading High Fidelity. I cleaned my house, and the bunny house, and they are about the only productive things I’ve managed. The Amy that spends her weekends doing an endless list of things, has gone on holiday this week, it seems.

I suppose the weekend is for doing nothing. I work all week, why not take the weekend to relax? It’s a good idea in theory, but now I don’t know whether to feel good about my day or regretful that I haven’t sewed anything, or attempted to work on my writing, or…something. Guys, I think I might be broken. I think I need to learn to enjoy my down time, and stop feeling so dejected if I take a day to do nothing. And with that in mind, I have decided that today may have been exactly what I needed.