[rainwaterbay]

I have a not-very-secret vain streak a mile long. I'm going to indulge it.

ongoing list of junk I want:

• a local IKEA, or at least an option for delivery. every other bit of affordable furniture sold locally is either some horribly clunky, old-timey, awful cognac-colored affair or cheap chipboard in a fake blond wood grain. it was an incredibly off-putting experience, all just for a couple of nightstands. I didn't find any promising projects at the tip shop or at the Salvos, though I'll keep checking. I've taken clean, simple design for under $150 per piece for granted.
• cute, not-boring curtains like what they carry at Anthropologie or Urban, because I like the breezy kind that double as wall decoration (I still have my huge red and green stoner tapestry) and the craft/linen shop in the city mostly appears to carry solemn, heavy fabric and piles upon piles of lace curtains. yeah, thanks, pass. I'm considering buying a few meters of designer fabric and sewing that shit up myself. dunno about these fabrics for sure, but I love the prints.
  
  
  
  
  
• knee length brown boots, preferably real leather, preferably slouchy suede or otherwise casual with little to no heel. these aren't easy to find stateside either, not with 17" tree trunk calves. (being short doesn't help; the widest part of shorter legs hit a narrower part of the boot than intended.) the Torrid ones are getting warmer, style-wise, but they're actually a bit too wide and tall. it's okay, it's still summer, I have time to save up pennies for this.
• speaking of winter: a proper winter coat, because it constantly feels right around the corner and I don't actually own anything warm enough. I collect cardigans like it's my job, but the wind cuts right through 'em and if I think Hobart is windy hoo boy it'll take some adjusting to Wellington. my ideal would be something gray and wool with enough buttons, not too long, timeless but not matronly, and fitted well at the shoulders and bust. sure, and people in hell want ice water.
• my Phoenix friends, yes, I wish they here and ready to go out for coffee or drinks, instead of feeling like I have to prove myself to people I barely know out in the bush (grrrrrr) or like I've been spoiled by an excessive, wretchedly American culture of convenience. so what if I'm incredibly picky with design. so what if we're trying to make our place feel a little more like ours.