All folded and containerised. I’m probably going to tweak some aspects. Undies become an undifferentiated mass of black lace, and my bras are way too big to be folded the konmari way. But that’s enough for day 1. Now i need to get containers into the wardrobe, then my tired self into the spa. (at Williamstown, Victoria, Australia)

“Have you heard about Carrie Fisher?”
I’m asked. Of course, it’s me
The token Star Wars fan
Of course I’ve heard about Carrie Fisher.

Have you heard about Carrie Fisher?
The first princess who ever felt like me?
The damsel in distress who rescued her rescuers?
The real life woman who never apologised for being who she was?

Have you heard about Carrie Fisher?
Who shared her personal stories
Of depression, addiction, being bipolar?
Who reminded us all we were more than our illness?

Have you heard about Carrie Fisher?
Who fought back against media misogyny
Who proved to the world beauty is ageless
Who didn’t stop making the world smile up until the last?

Have you heard about Carrie Fisher?
The woman who burned brighter than us all in the darkest of times
Who threw stigma out the window and told it like it was
Who connected with and treated fans like extended family?

Who lives on in the heart and bite of every single girl and woman?

Who never let the world bring her down?
Who was crass and bold and wonderful and alive?
Who never stopped fighting?
Who will never be forgotten?
Who will always be cherished with all our hearts?

Who always has been
And always will be
A hero?

“Have you heard about Carrie Fisher?”
I’m asked. “Of course,”
I say.
“But have you?”

Remind them how she lived. (via bazernalbus)

I have never worn these super-cute boots because they were in a box and I kept forgetting about them. Out of box now and it’s too hot to wear them but I’ll be giving them a try in autumn. Now it’s time to go out and get coffee before putting away all the things I’m kerping. (at Williamstown, Victoria, Australia)