Tuesday, 31 January 2012
Monday, 30 January 2012
Sunday, 29 January 2012
Saturday, 28 January 2012
Friday, 27 January 2012
Tonight is the inaugural meeting of the Mt Vic Vixens, an eclectic group of sassy, funny, loud women who all work in PR and who, more through good luck than good management, have found themselves living within a five-minute radius of each other (in the inner-city suburb of Mt Victoria).
There will be wine, chat and gossip galore. Which is exactly what the end of the working week is begging for.
Last night I made this cannellini bean dip, which turns the garlic factor up to 11.
Thursday, 26 January 2012
Wednesday, 25 January 2012
There are things going on in the world - Obama is trying to silence all those nutty Republicans with his State of the Nation address, the European economy continues to melt faster than Arctic ice, and Egypt does some navel gazing a year on from its historic revolution.
However, in my little corner of the globe, the most significant thing that happened today was my Neal's Yard moisturiser finally ran out.
When we lived in Bristol, there was a divine Neal's Yard store a stone's throw from the Slum (if you threw a stone like a shot-putter). Obvs I was drawn to this emporium of loveliness and exchanged many, many pictures of the Queen for creams, potions and general girly-ness.
Sadly, there is no Neal's Yard in NZ and nor do they ship here.
So I shall have to go back to Clinque, with whom I cheated on my first love, Clarins. Alternatively, there's a gorgeous Kiwi brand, Antipodes. I've interviewed the founder/owner for magazines several times over the years and she's as lovely as her organic products are.
Already planning a visit to Neal's Yard when I return to the UK later this year.
Tuesday, 24 January 2012
There are oh, around 874 reasons but I've got limited time and we've all got lives to get on with, so I'll just mention one..
I stumbled across this story today on, of all things, the horrid Daily Mail (don’t ask what I was doing visiting!) which illustrates just one aspect of why the Book of Face is such a (insert expletive here) construct.
The tragic events took place in the UK last year when a depressed woman, Simone Back, left a note on her FB page saying she was going to commit suicide. Not one of her 1,082 online ‘friends’ bothered to help and, in fact, some of them even posted cruel messages saying she was a liar, that she wasn’t a child, that it was her own choice.
Simone passed away on Christmas Day. Not one ‘friend’ bothered to check up on her.
Somewhat ironically, a survey out today showed that while young adults have a lengthy roster of social networking friends, many have little confidence those friends will support them in times of great need. The poll, by Macmillan Cancer Support, of 1000 people aged 18-35 in Britain found the respondents had an average of 237 Facebook friends. But 61 per cent said they could only turn to two friends at most for support in a crisis.
Thirteen per cent of those surveyed felt they did not have even a single friend they could turn to for support when faced with a serious problem. Among men, 16 per cent had no friends to turn to, while for women the figure was 12 per cent.
Social networking sites could even sometimes have a negative impact on friendships, with 18 per cent of those who used such sites saying they saw or talked to their friends less often.
I work in communications, I understand the importance of social media but seriously, people...the Simone Back story has made me feel queasy all day.
(Pic credit: Google Images)
Monday, 23 January 2012
Saturday, 21 January 2012
- Morning coffee and a Kodak moment in Kelburn, our former hood
- A visit to my old mate Annie to strategise when she can wave her grooming wand over an increasingly shaggy Mr Bristol
- Cake and vodka-based cocktails in the garden with three lovely peeps whose mean landlords (ie us!) won't let them keep pets. Instead, they signed up to the Bristol fan club.
- The entirely accidental discovery of a soooper cool second-hand shop where I found three books for the grand sum of $20. I could have spent hours in there and probably will very, very soon.
Friday, 20 January 2012
Thursday, 19 January 2012
Wednesday, 18 January 2012
Tuesday, 17 January 2012
(Pic credit: The Guardian)
Monday, 16 January 2012
Sunday, 15 January 2012
Saturday, 14 January 2012
Beautiful flowers from aforementioned friend - big fat tick.
Friday, 13 January 2012
Wednesday, 11 January 2012
Tuesday, 10 January 2012
It was better than Christmas when I arrived at work to find the latest booty from the UK's Car Boot Queen: one gorgy red coat (so divine I had to take a closeup of the ruffled collar), one quilted black jacket, a stunning grey dress, a black waterfall cardigan and, whisper it quietly, a Diane Von Furstenburg black and tan wrap dress. Seriously. I was almost overcome by the vapors and had to sit very still, drinking green tea and staring into the middle distance for some time.
The second day back at work was even harder than the first, but this mana from heaven (or, Gloucester, actually) turned this little girl's frown upside down.
Monday, 9 January 2012
Today was my first day back at work for two weeks.
It was a little like doing backstroke in treacle. I had stuff to do, roadshows to organise, admin to adminstrate. I had, dammit, words to corral into articles and presentations.
Instead, all I wanted to do was be at home with this little guy, a pair of shorts and the sunshine, which finally decided to get out of bed.
Am hoping the return-to-workitis passes....
Sunday, 8 January 2012
Saturday, 7 January 2012
Friday, 6 January 2012
Thursday, 5 January 2012
Wednesday, 4 January 2012
So last night the Animator's colleague Daniel came over to break bread with us.
He'd not long returned from a visit home to the US and had great stories to tell of celebrity sightings. There was, for example, the party at which Scarlett Johansson was in attendance, the restaurant where he sat a few metres from Bruce Willis, the gig at which he rubbed shoulders with the cast of Star Wars. For a celebrity whore like me, it was heaven.
FYI, the cheesecake was delicious. And even better the next day for breakfast.