Wearing Hold Fast Grey T-shirt,Navy Field Sweatshirt and Red Journeyman Socks, all from Fare-Well Co. Photos by Shirley Cai
First off, can I just say that Surry Hills is the strangest place. Within the span of ten minutes tonight on my run to the supermarket for eggs, three things happened:
- A man approached me, bloody and beaten up and said through missing teeth that had just been knocked out, "where's the medical centre, mate?""It's down the road. Dude. Are you okay?" He grinned a toothless grin. "I was just beaten up and I'm walking' aren't I? I'd do it again." That's what I call optimism.
- The cashier at Maloney's cracked open a $6.99 protein bar I was considering with alarm at the counter (because overpriced nonsense in artsy packaging is the lifeblood of Surry Hills, obviously), and shared one with me for free. We decided collectively it wasn't worth the $7 and mused upon the rampant consumerism behind the existence of this protein bar.
- On the way home, I walked past three suits sitting on the ground with a busker, screaming the lyrics to Jet's Are You Gonna Be My Girl.
Anyway. The point of this post was about loungewear.Â
There are two universes that loungewear exists within. The dainty, silk and lace consortium that costs more than real clothes, and the daggy, well-worn comfort of the sloppy-joe kind. I do own little slips that I revel to drink wine and watch Sex and the City in, while pretending to be a real big girl, however I cannot truly identify with that clan as anything I wear at home inevitably ends up covered in crumbs and wine stains.
Men's clothing is a happy medium. Preferably your significant other's, however mine is living it up on the other side of the world and I only have a very nerdy Google t-shirt to remember him by, and it definitely is not as cute as these Fare-Well Co pieces. Fare-Well Co is a 'company with a conscience' - and all proceeds go towards saving the Tasmanian Devils or a literacy and reading program across Asia, India and Africa. Comfy and a good cause to boot. All made out of organic cotton, it doesn't hurt that the designs are a bit too cool for me to pull off outside the home, and I've been living in the socks ever since.
Their factories are also carbon neutral. Talk about overachieving.Â
The other point of this post was to publicly announce that I miss the guts out of my boyfriend and can't wait to wear dorky Google t-shirts and snuggle up to him. That's all. Long distance is driving me loopy.
And yes, that strange loop of hair is bothering me too.
