It always reminds me of the story I heard about the woman who went for such an appointment and whilst waiting, had to use the ladies room. On discovering that there was no toilet paper but being ever resourceful, she fished around in her handbag for a tissue. Imagine her inability to explain when the doctor, minutes later in the course of his examination, had to remove a postage stamp from her "area"! First or second class madam?
Thursday, 31 July 2008
Wednesday, 30 July 2008
It was with some trepidation that I woke up to my day off this week after the way Small Child had been behaving these last few days! High lights, or perhaps that should be low lights, have included a naked tantrum on the bedroom floor (her, not me) because she didn't want a bath, being dragged to the car kicking and screaming because we'd chosen the wrong socks and me almost bursting into tears on the nursery lady after Small Child tried to hide between my legs and wiped snot on my dress in the process! I managed to hold back the tears until I got to work when Boss Man said "rough night?"... at which point the dam burst! Luckily Boss Man also happens to be my brother in law and has two young kids so it wasn't a total faux pas!
Tuesday, 29 July 2008
Monday, 28 July 2008
- Yves Saint Laurent Touche Eclat - the only under eye brightner/concealer that does actually make me look awake after an average sleepless night with Small Child.
- Clarins UV Plus DayScreen SPF 40 - this stuff is amazing! In the 30 degree heat in Spain it stopped all shine during the day and prevented make up sliding off in the evening
- Kiehl's Lip Balm #1 - sinks in to soften up lips in winter or summer but stays glossy - bonus!
- A bit boring but very necessary for shoe-a-holics - Compeed Blister Gel Plasters. It means I can wear all manner of SATC heels with these on the back of my heels and without that unattractive sticking plaster overhang!
- Nars Pressed Powder in Desert - a recent purchase and I'm hooked. It's triple milled so isn't cakey at all, doesnt make you look like you've had a fight with the baby powder but does keep shine at bay.
Having now discovered that a branch of Space NK has opened in a town close to where I live I am overjoyed! Most of the cult brands such as Kiehl's, Nars, Laura Mercier, Chantecaille etc all live under one roof along with Diptyque candles and enough beautiful things to tempt you into going crazy with your plastic! It's where I go when I just want to stand, sniff the air and feel like I'm standing in the lap of luxury!
Friday, 25 July 2008
Thursday, 24 July 2008
Oh dear blog... do I ever lose my temper behind the wheel these days? I'm not religious by the way so, if anyone is, please overlook my substitution of blog in place of God! (Actually, blogging could be my religion of choice since I seem to spend all spare time worshipping at the alter of Mac now!) I think it's fair to say that most people do take on an alter ego behind the wheel when faced with other incompetent drivers but since going back to work two years ago and finding myself either racing to or from nursery or whizzing here there and everywhere on my day off, I have to confess it's gotten a whole lot worse! Why don't people stop driving at a snails pace when I have less than five minutes to get to work because Small Child wouldn't come down the stairs without her Dora The Explorer suitcase rammed full of lego? Why is that when Small Child says she's desperate for a wee that the woman in front of me decides to just pull up and let her passenger out whilst having an intense discussion at the same time? Meanwhile the road is now blocked and I'm gnawing on the dashboard at the thought of Small Child flooding the car seat! (I can't help it... it's my inner Monica! I'm sure there are some mums that wouldn't flinch at that but not me! ) Of course, road rage incidents with your precious little package on board, present a whole new issue with the expletives that invariably fly out when you're presented with someone who quite obviously should not have been allowed to take their test, let alone pass it! Try not saying the F word when someone drives at you (on your side of the road) on a winding country lane to nursery when the sun is obscuring your vision! I failed miserably and then tried to disguise it as a song I was singing about ducks! As yet, Small Child hasn't come out with my personal favourites that rhyme with "hugger", "twit" and "rollocks" but I'm not sitting too smugly as she can store things up for weeks before actually repeating them!
Wednesday, 23 July 2008
That's the thing with shoes....they always fit! Even when you've gained an extra 5 pounds or are just having a plain fat day; you can still go to your wardrobe and get a little piece of fashion heaven without having to ask "Does my bum looks big in this?" (By the way, to all Other Halves - the answer to that one is always No... and never hesitate before you answer!) Before I get started on what will be one of many shoe rants, take a moment if you will, to appreciate my beautiful Jimmy Choo's purchased on holiday....I haven't worn them yet as they are from the pre-fall collection (get me!!) and the weather is far too hot for these black patent beauties! But I do confess to getting them out of their box and stroking and sniffing them a few times and even the box itself is beautiful.... I could go on for hours! First and foremost, how many pairs do I now own? Before I had Small Child, Other Half made me count them up, possibly on a mission again to point out how little wardrobe space he had left; it was 39 pairs. When Small Child came along I had a momentary fit of practical-ness and whittled them down to about 20 more sensible ones. That all changed about two years ago so when I get a spare ten minutes I will count them again and confess on line! (Do I have to include boots,flip flops etc?!?) I'm guessing it will have to include the cork wedge patent strappy sandals I got in New Look sale today for £7!! My Shoe Hero's - Carrie Bradshaw, Imelda Marcos, Princess Poochie, my friend E and Rose, the sister of Cameron Diaz's party girl, played by Toni Collette in the movie In Her Shoes; a responsible lawyer who has needy but complex relationships and so compulsively buys shoes to relieve her frustrations. (Mind you, if Cameron Diaz was my sister I would probably have a few issues too!) I have recently decided to braver with my shoes and stop saving so many pairs for "best" because "best" often doesn't happen! I now sometimes team my fiercer heels with sensible work clothes as there really is no point in letting them languish at the back of the wardrobe - I could get run over by a bus tomorrow... and if I do, I want to be wearing some great heels! I have to say though that the streets around my office are probably the worst I've ever encountered and are a libel suit just waiting to happen! There are bits of slab sticking out, sloping concreted curbs and all kinds of strange knobbly looking cobbled bits just where you're supposed to cross! I'm not sure if these are meant to help you as you step off into the road but they certainly don't aid my safe passage when I'm wearing my new tan leather platform bootie sandals! p.s. E... the picture of the Choo's is especially for you.... and yes I will leave them to you in my will!
Tuesday, 22 July 2008
Monday, 21 July 2008
Todays? Lets start with something profound and go for Signifcant Events.
- The day I got married... the whole day, every single second!
- The moment they bought back Small Child (then Tiny Baby!) from the Neo Natal unit & said she was all OK to stay by my bed again.
- The point at which Other Half got down on one knee in the vaults of Veuve Clicquot champagne cellars, produced a ring and said "Marry Me!"
- My trip of a life time to New York!
- Knowing that there are so many more significant events to come; some good, some bad but they will happen regardless!
Saturday, 19 July 2008
I'm suffering from a severe case of the "Hello Lover's" again! This time not over shoes... but shock-horror... technology!! Today I have officially become a Mac Geek! For the first time, I got what Other Half means when he says going into the Apple store is like going to his "happy place"! We went to buy this beautiful Mac Book Air.... surely you can you see how sexy-techno it is as you read this post that was created upon it's gorgeous, slim little hardware butt? You can't? Must be just me then! I've always held our i-mac and i-pod in the highest regard but since blogging I admit to becoming a bit obsessed by the whole Apple deal. Maybe it's my weakness for the next trendy concept but I'm getting hooked into the Mobile Me package and feel like it's just a slippery slope ride down to his and her i-phones! And.... if it's good enough to be in SATC the movie then its good enough for me! We nearly didn't get the package safely home due to an evacuation of the shopping centre though; having talked to three very knowledgeable sales guys, the plastic was swiped and they sent "a runner' off to fetch the precious kit. The alarms had been going off for about five minutes prior to that but with a female voice over the loudspeaker telling us to stand by. Apparently when that changes to a male voice you really have to get the hell out! One of the Mac maestro's then proclaimed that it was now "the dude" talking so we thought we should beat a hasty retreat, feeling extremely lucky that we had managed to pull off "the plan". This trip was not an off-the-cuff one but a carefully thought out plan... we had put Grandparents on stand by two weeks ago to look after Small Child for a couple of hours so we could make an informed peaceful purchase, as opposed to a fraught one with a demanding toddler hanging off my left leg! Drama aside it was a good day with all goals achieved, another of which was Small Child getting a visit from the Dummy Fairy who swapped the now smelly pacifier for an electric toothbrush and a pet fish! But after we've gotten through tonight I feel that should be left for another post! Goodnight x
Thursday, 17 July 2008
Wednesday, 16 July 2008
Tuesday, 15 July 2008
A quote from www.chinadaily.com for an article entitled Meet The Worlds Top Fashion Cities, no doubt prompted by Hong Kong Fashion Week which ran from 8th to 11th July:
The world of fashion remains dominated by five cities -- New York, Rome, Paris, Milan and London -- but B-list players like Sydney and Dubai are coming on strong, according to an annual survey of top fashion cities.
The list was compiled by the Global Language Monitor, a non-profit group that tracks the frequency of words and phrases in the media, on the Internet and throughout the blogosphere.
New York led the list in 2008 for the fifth consecutive year with Rome retaining the second slot, Paris third again but Milan overtaking London for the fourth position. London came fifth.
What is my point you may well ask... well there are several! First its the blogosghere part... we who blog are having a considerable amount of say on a much favoured topic! I have only just started to scratch the surface of a cyber world full of very talented fashion bloggers and am amazed at what I see. We may not work for top notch magazines or be stylists to the uber rich and famous but, from those who are actually making a living out of it, to those who chat for fun about a subject very dear to their heart, it would seem our opinions may have some influence! (I set up a Google alert for fashion blogs and the first one that came up was the one quoted above.)
I used to think that worshipping at the alter of fashion might be considered by some to be a bit fickle but anyone who ever watched the scene from the Devil Wears Prada, where Meryl Streep's Miranda Priestley completely floors Anne Hathaway's Andy with an explanation of just how she "came to be wearing that shade of cerulean blue" will know exactly what I'm talking about. If you haven't seen it, I'm not going to explain - it's one of those things that you have to see to appreciate!
And finally.... we all wear clothes (thank goodness!), some wear them with more style, individuality or panache than others and some wear them so badly it makes you want to hold up a mirror, wave a Trinny and Susannah book under their nose and shout "What were you thinking?!?" I myself have looked back over past (and some far too recent) photos and wondered why I appear to have got dressed in the dark! Perhaps it's all down to fashion Yin and Yang - you have to balance those "I look pretty good moments" with the "Oh my god I'm gonna be on Go Fug yourself.com " times! (If you haven't seen it please click the link!!) If you can hang art on the walls, why not be practical too and wear it?
p.s. For those who care; other fashion rated cities were: Tokyo at number 10 (Gwen Stefani's L.A.M.B. label, we salute you!). Santiago in Chile is number 17 with Mumbai and New Delhi at 22 and 24 respectively. I feel very lucky to have so far visited New York, London and Paris... if I can add Milan and Rome before I die then I will have achieved my all time top five!
Anyway, after much scowling at passing black clouds, hurried packing of every type of weather gear and making sure we put the half bottle of champagne in the cooler, we set off! We thought a half bottle would be best as it might be considered inappropriate for one parent, in this case Other Half as it was my turn to drive, to be tipsy whilst in control of Small Child. I use the term "control" loosely as Small Child definitely seems to have developed severe authority issues of late! Anyhoo, back to the BBQ, as a parent I am beginning to cotton on that this type of event is great for spotting the signs of Competitive Family Syndrome (CFS) . Known symptoms of CFS include exhibiting one or more of the following attributes: Producing a child with tousled ringlets, one or both parents must rate highly on the attractiveness scale, your child(ren) are clothed in White Company, Boden or at the very least, quirky but cool mis-matched looks from GAP, you are a sun tanned mummy who is just the right shade of burnished gold and if you drive a black 4 X 4 then that really helps! So it was all down to CFS that I spent ten minutes deciding if I should I wear my gladiator sandals with skinny jeans and brave the questionable cloud formations or play it safe and go with the perma-trend tan colour uggs? Having tried on the beautiful (and very comfortable) glads and adjusted the jean length just enough to show them off, there wasn't really any choice in the matter! Any shoe obsessed woman will know that style ALWAYS wins over practicality. Shoe dilemma's apart, a great time was had by all...especially Small Child. She exhausted herself after several hectic encounters with the bouncy castle, a sausage cramming fest, fast and furious playground scooter rally racing finished off with a quick ice cream fix. There were wine quaffing parents languishing on blankets, no doubt numbing the pain of knowing that they would soon be trying to pacify their over tired little darlings who had consumed one too many neon pink iced fairy cakes. One parent in particular had already downed three quarters of plastic beaker of sauvignon blanc within ten minutes of setting up the gazebo! And to top it all there was a real life, living and breathing WAG attending the festivities! (For those who don't read Grazia, Hello or OK magazine - this is the term given to Wives And Girlfriends of footballers - yes really!). As their child attends nursery, her husband who plays for a local city team, had volunteered to be in goal for the BBQ penalty shoot out - imagine a lot of alcohol fuelled, red faced, dads buoyed up by the bravado of it all wanting to "get one in the net" and you can just about picture the scene! She didn't look like your atypical WAG; not an orange tan, bling-tastic It bag or four carat diamond in sight! She was well dressed, smiley and spent most of her time pacifying her toddler - but I did spot the Gucci nappy bag at twenty paces!!
Monday, 14 July 2008
Thursday, 10 July 2008
How not to spend your day off - trailing around in what can only be described as a a 24 hour monsoon with Small Child visiting relatives, then the supermarket, closely followed by a quick trip to the edge of insanity! The English weather is a joy to behold. Everyone moans the minute we have some rain and they start saying what a wash out the summer is blah blah blah... actually my mother said that on this particular rainy day but more on that later! But I have to say I quite like my country's ability to change it's mind in an instant and surprise us unsuspecting folk as we go about our business. In my new office with it's double fronted windows to the world, I've learnt to appreciate the sudden changes the weather can inflict. Like the lady today who had to pull over her convertible in a rain shower and hastily put the roof up whilst patting down her hair for fear that it may now not be quite so straight! And the fact that I can walk from my car that is parked one road back from the beach bathed in sunshine, to my office one road on where it's just begun to rain! But back to yesterday....
Monday, 7 July 2008
..... a pillow crease that you got on your face doesn't fade until after lunchtime?! I made a sleepy grab for my freebie airline issue eye mask this morning when I was woken at 5.30 by the light creeping in under the black out blind. When I crawled into the bathroom at 6.45 (ish) I spotted the crease down the left side of my face that had been caused by the elastic strap of the cheap but effective mask! Oh well, I thought, it'll be gone by time I apply one of the magic creams from my bathroom cabinet, if not, definitely by the time I leave the house. Having gone to the bathroom at work and looked in the mirror, I was somewhat dismayed to see the offending scar-like manifestation still there at midday! Guess the spring back collagen factor is somewhat lacking these days then! Someone in my office who shall remain nameless but nineteen, also has this aging effect on me occasionally. He was talking the other day about dressing up for a party whose theme was cartoon characters of childhood memories... the fact that he choose Buzz Lightyear almost made me spray my coffee in a most unattractive way, straight across the desk! He also says "Oh my days" a lot whatever that means! "My days" generally consist of deflecting Small Child's next Wobbly, Working, Washing, Wine and, here and there, a bit of self indulgent Writing! Actually when you put it like that I think I prefer 39 to 19 any day.... the only W i'd swap with him is the Wrinkles! Note to self: I've mentioned eye masks in two posts now... perhaps I should by a nice slinky silk one from figleaves.com in order to try and look more like Holly Golightly as opposed to a jet lagged traveller on Quantas!
Saturday, 5 July 2008
I believe change is good. When I started this blog I didn't have a clue what direction it would take, I just knew that a significant event such as becoming forty made me want to get off my butt and write. Especially as it's something I had been promising myself I would do for the last five years but I wasn't sure how it would take shape. I know that getting a few gold stars in my school essay book and passing English exams with flying colours does not a budding novelist make! So blogging seemed like the ideal thing but where the hell do you start? The elements I wanted were the bits of me that I like; being a wife and mother to the two most important people in the world, loving my life, having a huge fashion and subsequent shopping addiction and being able to generally draw out the lighter side of life's events that might otherwise get you down! So I started thinking I should not give too much away, definitely be anonymous and go for the whole yummy mummy, fashion, gossipy, Carrie Bradshaw approach. It felt too fake and since I live in a village and have only visited NYC once, it would end up being more Cavorting In The Country than Sex In the City! But you have to start and get it down on paper (or in this case, screen) to see where you can go. So before your very eyes I will continue to evolve as it's all very much trial and error; some days I want to gush about the nitty gritty stuff that real life is made of and others I just want to go on about those gorgeous heels I saw in In Style magazine and very handy shift dress that really hides my bumpy bits so well. Maybe I'll stop adding pictures to all my posts and maybe some will just be a bit shorter - who knows? Some may be a quick insight to something trivial and some might be a bit more in depth. But whatever form they take, it sometimes feels a bit scary as you expose all the stuff in your head and you wonder if people will judge you in any number of wrong ways. What I do know is that I'm old enough not too care too much and understand that what some people like, others won't and so be it! On that note I'm off to bed as a common thread seems to be me, up late, fitting this in at the end of a busy day as it's becoming important to me.... now that has to be good!
Friday, 4 July 2008
....with a bump! I am officially back from my cocoon of holiday loveliness and although the sun has given me a golden glow, it's amazing how fast it has faded with two days back in reality! We had a great week away just the three of us....spending each day going from pool to the next meal and back to pool again, without having to worry about anything else in between. The apartment owned by Future Wife of Brother In Law was perfect and had everything we needed from nesting house martin's on the balcony that kept Small Child and myself captivated, to the cars parked at the marina in Marbella that made Other Half drool! Well.. wouldn't you like a pearlised orange Lamborghini with the number plate "PHATT" or perhaps a Bentley Azure, parked outside Lanvin no less, with the letters "BLING" on it's arse? At this point I have to admit that I just asked him exactly what those cars were as all I remember were the colours! In my defense I can say I was a bit distracted by two things at the marina; one being the fierce heat of the sun that I felt for sure was searing the rose-white tinted skin of Small Child despite the fact that she was doused in SPF 50. The other was the abundance of designer shops that not only beckoned you into their air conditioned cool interiors, but also contained one or two items that I'd just seen in Grazia magazine earlier that day!! I do confess to buying a pair of black patent leather Mary Jane style Jimmy Choo's with a heel that is cool enough, without being too scary, to wear to work in the autumn! If I am to complete The Holy Trinity of Louboutin's, Choo's and (later my precious) Manolo's, at least one of them has to be practical enough to wear on a weekly basis! Despite my sworn testimony as a parent to never keep my child out after 8.00pm, we did eat out one night at a great restaurant called Picasso's and it all went according to plan. We got a table at about 6.00 and Small Child not only behaved very well but also kept the table next to us entertained. Or perhaps it was the fact that after two Mojito's and some red wine, we were a lot more relaxed and just got on with it rather than worrying what she might do next. In general a great holiday time was had by all and to sum up... Small Child ate unfeasible amounts of spaghetti bolagnaise, garlic bread & chocolate ice cream and we played tag team reading in the sun, alternated with splashing about like loonies in a pool all to ourselves! As for the reality bit.... no one ever wants to go back to work but there is something to be said for sleeping in your own bed, cooking in your own kitchen, saying hello to your wardrobe and taking a photo of your new shoes to send to your friends!