- Retail Therapy. About 25 years ago, expecting a nice year-end raise, and receiving instead a paltry UKL250 bonus, I blew out my rage by wasting nearly the entire amount on an extravagant Bluemarine silk top (emphasis on extravagant), worn maybe half a dozen time, and still lurking at the back of my closet. But I felt so much better afterwards. Let me be clear: I don’t advocate spending money I don’t have and I have never gotten into credit card debt – but, once in a blue moon, I will treat myself to extravagant to improve my mood. As was recently the case with this Stella McCartney jumpsuit that I tried on a whim – it looked just perfect, the way certain items do. I knew I had stepped out of my financial bounds when bothsofa girl and my sister missed not one, but two beats, when I informed them of my splurge. The silence was followed by “How much?”. Am working like a dog next week to make the money back…..But I did feel so much better.
- Everyone and their mother will tell you flying has become a hassle of gargantuan proportions. My otherwise flawless trip to New York was marred by technical difficulties/bad weather and the shutdown of LAX, all within the space of three hours. My usual bearish attitude towards airlines, which will make me complain and demand upgrades or other goodies at the drop of a hat, did not make me cast any blame on Virgin America, so I rolled with the punches and got home 24 hours later than expected, taking it all in stride. Imagine my delight in receiving, a week later, a $125 credit from Virgin America and profuse apologies for all the mishaps. My first instinct was to forward the e-mail to American/Delta/USAirways etc. When it comes to airlines, Sir Richard Branson does have better manners.
- On the hottest day of the year so far, my friend Bonnie and I celebrated her being back on her feet after a back injury by climbing to the roof bar of the Hotel Shangri La in Santa Monica. One of the few original art deco buildings on the coast, the real treat (beside the company) was the vodka and passion fruit cocktail. Bonus points for the view and the (slight) breeze.
- Unusual and roundabouts descriptions of love have me swooning for days.I am currently reading “Life after life” by Kate Atkinson, a curious book whose heroine keeps on dying every few chapters. In it, a doctor who has been called to deliver a baby and spends the night at his patient’s house on account of bad weather, wakes up in the morning thus: “He lay in the cold bed, the piccalilli repenting unpleasantly. He wishes he was at home, next to the slack, warm body of Mrs. Fellowes, a woman to whom nature had denied elegance and who always smelled of fried onion. Not necessarily a disagreeable thing.” Best description of the comforts of a long-standing relationship I have read in a while.
- If you are offended by curse words, please accept my apologies. I couldn’t resist when I saw this on sofagirl’s FB page. At a time when we are flooded daily with inspirational quotes that, let’s be honest, nobody takes to heart, this summed it up the best: just don’t be an asshole. It goes a long way.
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French women and their style pop up at regular intervals in the US press, blogosphere and publishing industry. Books and articles on French women’s tips on how to dress, stay thin, groom and have sex, periodically hit the market. I am not quite sure American women are that fascinated with their French counterparts but, then again, I might be wrong.