So come Saturday, i'll be cruising around on Chris' spare bike exploring my favourite European city. It can't come soon enough.
Tschus!
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
90s revival
I'm feeling nostalgic today. Home is on my mind.
I don't know if it's symptom of getting older, or of an old soul or just missing my family, though I've been drifting towards my childhood, who I was then and what I am now.
I grew up in the 90s, the backwash of the 80s and the underwear of the noughties. I loved it, though I can say that in hindsight.
Using the google machine as a lovely distraction to the fact that I am poor until payday, I came across this clip that made me jump and giggle.
Vidiot was a show i'd race down my very long country driveway to watch, something that I was lucky enough to tell the Executive Producer of the show when I was working for her. She said that made her feel old- what does that make me?
Enjoy, with the added bonus of 90s hotman Dieter Brummer, aka Shane from Home & Away.
While I'm going down the path, here's another gem. Spice Girls, oz style :)
I don't know if it's symptom of getting older, or of an old soul or just missing my family, though I've been drifting towards my childhood, who I was then and what I am now.
I grew up in the 90s, the backwash of the 80s and the underwear of the noughties. I loved it, though I can say that in hindsight.
Using the google machine as a lovely distraction to the fact that I am poor until payday, I came across this clip that made me jump and giggle.
Vidiot was a show i'd race down my very long country driveway to watch, something that I was lucky enough to tell the Executive Producer of the show when I was working for her. She said that made her feel old- what does that make me?
Enjoy, with the added bonus of 90s hotman Dieter Brummer, aka Shane from Home & Away.
While I'm going down the path, here's another gem. Spice Girls, oz style :)
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
The random
Don't you love picking up snippets of conversation as you pass people on the street?Creating a story around the sentence that I pick up, I imagine what sort of person said it, what sort of people they're around, the context of their conversation and normally, how naughty they've been!
Strolling down a very busy Columbia Rd last Sunday, this sentence hasn't left my head:
'It's not lying, it's being creative with the truth'
This certainly sits in the grey gardens, though I like the words attributed to her cause.
Do you?
Monday, August 24, 2009
London Fashion Weekend
I've just purchased my GOLD tickets to London Fashion Weekend! I'm hugely excited and anticipating goodness. The weekend shall start off with my girlfriends and I cooking paella and drinking cerveza's, followed by eastend Sunday brunch then on to a 12.30pm catwalk show.
Get your tickets here.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Who likes making lists?I'll rephrase -Who doesn't?!
Inspired by Meet me at Mikes (hit those ladies up, pronto), here's my list:
- Visit Broadway Markets and do my weekly shopping.
Yes I spent too much money on my Friday off, though this now gives me a totally valid excuse to avoid the supermarket and shop like we were meant to- via the vendor. I also get to do some exercise, I'm drastically unfit. - Buy a book on crocheting, or book a class;
- Source a fantastic paella recipe, for the weekend that my girl Shani and I will be spending recreating our time in Barcelona;
- Grab my camera and take some shots of my new digs to show mama;
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Get your craft on- thanks mum.
Feeling crafty and creative, I've become slightly obsessed with the idea of learning to crochet. Now I know 3 weeks ago I was obsessed with learning knitting, but i've turned slightly to the left and am now going down the path of Afghan spreads* in pastel colours, thrown across my bed.
So today I've been reading craft sites and researching my plan of making a monopoly of the crochet spread biz. I have to say, it doesn't look easy for someone with my craft inabilities (my mind thinks it, my hands sabotage it), though I have an inspiration-my dear mama.
Last year, my mother completed a throw that we didn't know she was still working on...
Because she started it 17 years ago!
I remember her toiling away at it, hooking those squares with patience, thinking as a ten year old she's going to throw the whole thing in the bin any minute. My mama doesn't have much patience, as dear as she is, I guess she knows what she wants and just doesn't like to wait so I guess when this blanket was revealed out of no-where, it shocked me to say the least.
Taking after Maria in the patient stakes, I now know that if she can do it, I can do it. And I know I'm crafty, I know I can do it, I want to do it, I'd love to do it.
OK, I'll stop with the psych-up and just say, yep I'm going to learn to crochet. YAY!
* Having come across a Cath Kidston throw retailing at 260 quid and deciding 'What a load of toads, I can do that!'
So today I've been reading craft sites and researching my plan of making a monopoly of the crochet spread biz. I have to say, it doesn't look easy for someone with my craft inabilities (my mind thinks it, my hands sabotage it), though I have an inspiration-my dear mama.
Last year, my mother completed a throw that we didn't know she was still working on...
Because she started it 17 years ago!
I remember her toiling away at it, hooking those squares with patience, thinking as a ten year old she's going to throw the whole thing in the bin any minute. My mama doesn't have much patience, as dear as she is, I guess she knows what she wants and just doesn't like to wait so I guess when this blanket was revealed out of no-where, it shocked me to say the least.
Taking after Maria in the patient stakes, I now know that if she can do it, I can do it. And I know I'm crafty, I know I can do it, I want to do it, I'd love to do it.
OK, I'll stop with the psych-up and just say, yep I'm going to learn to crochet. YAY!
* Having come across a Cath Kidston throw retailing at 260 quid and deciding 'What a load of toads, I can do that!'
Friday, August 21, 2009
Achtung
Absorbed in a highly relevant magazine yesterday, I stumbled across a quote that I thought needed repeating:
'Slow is beautiful.'
How poignant.
It comes off the back of a global movement which is progressing in not only essential things like food, but in thinking, acting, absorbing. Without delving into philosophical thought, our lives average 75-85 years (in the Western world), of which I'd say 70% of those years are functional. Why do we use this time running to our next appointment, role, relationship only for them to be a past memory a second later?
I think related to this issue is a degree of passion, and how much we have for the lives we lead. Are we moving so fast to forget, to create our next issue or ideal? Somebody seemingly whispered into my ear during my teen years that the secret to happiness was to do what you love; if we are creating our lives around our passion, I think that surely needs to be a focus, therefore celebrated and shared.
Putting things into perspective is something I love to do every now and then. Whenever I feel hard done by and create a self pity hole, it seems something is put in front of me to remind me how lucky I actually am. It happened today on a crowded street in London- a small little girl in pigtails, clutching her father's hand. Her little face, surrounded by her blondness, was covered in burns. My heart internally gulped, and I wondered in the flash that we passed each other, if she knew how she made people re-evaluate by the injustice of her predicament?
The little girl made me slow down.
My view is that the deciding principle of slowing down is to reflect, resign and if you're lucky, re-new.
'Slow is beautiful.'
How poignant.
It comes off the back of a global movement which is progressing in not only essential things like food, but in thinking, acting, absorbing. Without delving into philosophical thought, our lives average 75-85 years (in the Western world), of which I'd say 70% of those years are functional. Why do we use this time running to our next appointment, role, relationship only for them to be a past memory a second later?
I think related to this issue is a degree of passion, and how much we have for the lives we lead. Are we moving so fast to forget, to create our next issue or ideal? Somebody seemingly whispered into my ear during my teen years that the secret to happiness was to do what you love; if we are creating our lives around our passion, I think that surely needs to be a focus, therefore celebrated and shared.
Putting things into perspective is something I love to do every now and then. Whenever I feel hard done by and create a self pity hole, it seems something is put in front of me to remind me how lucky I actually am. It happened today on a crowded street in London- a small little girl in pigtails, clutching her father's hand. Her little face, surrounded by her blondness, was covered in burns. My heart internally gulped, and I wondered in the flash that we passed each other, if she knew how she made people re-evaluate by the injustice of her predicament?
The little girl made me slow down.
My view is that the deciding principle of slowing down is to reflect, resign and if you're lucky, re-new.
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