….Charlotte has TWO new life posts today so go show my girl some love, yo!
And a reminder to you guys to keep checking out Diamond in the Rough and support the smaller blogger! Count it as your good deed for the day!!!!
I wanna Just Dance
But he took me home instead
Uh oh! There was a monster in my bed
We french kissed on a subway train
He tore my clothes right off
He ate my heart and then he ate my brain
Not a HUGE amount to report this week. I decided to tackle one of my longer-term projects, and began reading Anna Karenina on Friday so I could tick off the reading a book by a Russian author from the list.
300 pages down, 700 to go…..
Oh Lord, how simply perfect is this ad!!??
Just so sweet and cute and adorable and beautifully shot!
Watch it…..now!
Living with The Boy is quite great because it means I have a second wardrobe to chose from! It’s like free shopping! Today I acquired a grey Tommy Hil. jumper. Normally I hate ‘labels’ that charge the earth for very plain clothes you could get in Penneys/Primark/etc for a few euro/pound/etc but the way I look at it ….I didn’t pay for this jumper! 
- After recent numerical discoveries in connection with certain people in my life, I have decided that age is most definitely NOT an indication of maturity.
- Cooking a surprise picnic-esque dinner in 18mins, with ten different food types, is not only very possible, but also allows time to change into a pretty dress.
- And finally, if you’re taking part in The Giving My Life Some Purpose Project, check out Nicole’s Pen Pal Project to help you tick off one of the items on The List. If you’re not taking part in the GMLSP project and just want a pen pal….? Well I guess you can still check it out! Also, I suppose this is a good time to mention I have an exciting letter-writing-type project of mine own coming up for you lot, so stay tuned….
Maybe it’s because that Vodafone ad is on all the bloody time, but I can’t get enough of les bébés rockers, The Plastiscines!
They’re everything we worshipers-of-all-things-chic-and-French-and-effortlessly-cool strive to be!
Natural pouts, bed hair and whatevs looks that would leave Blondie’s Debbie Harry looking like an uptight shrew.
Plus they can actually play their instruments!
Check out my favourite track Barcelona HERE
You want to do nothing but sneer at the snivelling, whining ‘musicians’ spat out by the modern music machine after watching Pink and Lady GaGa’s performances at this year’s Grammy Awards.
“Oh but I’m dancing a little so I’ll have to mime!”
“Oh I’m so famous now, I don’t need to sing live!”
“I’m a face, not a voice!”
Long live the dedicated performers and artists!!!
Well the end of Week 2 is upon us, and realising that a bit of knitting didn’t really count as making my way through the list, I was forced to take alternative action.
Recently I’ve had some requests from readers who wanted to take a look inside my closet, and even though I would never classify this as a fashion blog, I do post about clothes (thank you Topshop obsession!), so I thought maybe it was time to put my fashion-oogling to good use, especially since one of the great recommendations for The List was pulling some fashion poses and holding a mini shoot.
Even though I love both clothes and cameras, I’m as awkward as hell as soon as I’m standing in front of a lens! I’ve no problem jumping into a group picture and doing the exact same pose (chin down and slightly turned to the side, widen eyes and smile) at the slightest notice, but it’s a different story when I, and I alone, am in the spotlight.
So pull up a chair a prepare to laugh at my awkward, cringe-worthy attempt at a “fashion shoot”….
*The one I find most embarrassing is that second last one….such an awkward pose, but I love that dress and scarily enough it was the best shot.
I’ve just seen artist Annie Morris’ London home featured in this month’s British Vogue and without hesitation, I would do all manner of things, legal and otherwise, to be able to call it my own:
….and this is a terrifying prospect.
I have never in my life had nothing to say.
I have opinions on everything!
Normally when I want to write I can sit down, look around the room, spot a paper clip/mould/cheese/turnip and start tip-tap-typing away and rattle out a book on the subject.
I have this fear.
During the last few years, I’ve had lots of ideas and when I have the idea I think “Wow, what a great idea! I must commit this to memory, ponder a while and then turn out some excellent prose inspired by said idea!” (I’m very, very formal in my head.)
I wish I could be formal(er) in real life, but you can’t do that with a Dublin accent or you’re a ’spa’. (look it up, non-Irelanders!). Like if I had my way, I would use words like “marvellous” and “wretched” in everyday speakings, as well as phrases such as “simply awful” and “delightfully splendid”.
But that’s another story.
Back to my theory.
So yes, I’ve been having lovely good ideas for stories and blog posts, but since I have the memory of an inflicted-with-dementia goldfish, 98% of these ideas float away, never to be idea-ed again!
And my theory: what if all the good writing ideas I’m supposed to have in my life all came in the last few years? What if I was supposed to save and use them then and now my store has dried up and my creative organ is now menopausal?
Quelle horreur!!!!!
It is quite possible that the higher powers bestowed the wonderous gift of literary creativity on me, but wanted to be sure I was worthy of the bestowal: if I used the gift they gave me during that time, then I would be given it for life but because I dwindled it all away and took it for granted, it’s been snatched from my grasp!!!!
This makes me sad.
And totally messes up The Novel dream…. *sigh*
