ugly green suitcases

I don't know what it is about the holidays and the end of another year that makes us look back, other than the fact that it is the end of a relatively long period of time, but looking back I really do have to admit that I've gladly shed people that I no longer need in my life, and being by myself this year has given me much time to mull over the sometimes overrated but still significant themes of life and love, and ways to find it, and whether or not we truly need it, or if it even exists. I don't know how I feel about going into another year being just as clueless as I was at the start of this one.

I've gained some sun spots, several inches on my hips, and some truly wonderful relationships with inspirational personalities I know will last til my headstone, or theirs. Blasting Angus & Julia at full volume until the photo frames start to wobble has led to friendships consisting of woolen teapots and discussions about clay imprints of the female anatomy that make it, well, female.

My life with the ones I love (you'll know if you're on that list if you check my speed dial allocations) can simply be described by these memorable words of Joey Tribbiani's:

It is a love based on giving and receiving as well as having and sharing. And the love that they give and have is shared and received. And through this having and giving and sharing and receiving, we too can share and love and have... and receive.

Thank you for making 2010 what it was. I'm not sure if you reached for the bucket as many times as I did, but let's hope 2011 brings more beer battered chips, Audrey Hepburn black silk dresses and caramel lattes into our lives!

nothing says “bienvendios” quite like a buttered floor

today i am pretending that my blog is actually a tumblr, which allows me to post up stolen pictures from elsewhere on the world wide web without knowing where they originated. here is a stunning bedroom layout i came across when Song of Style's Aimee had a mini rave about ikea furniture.


i have also, in the recent months, become more tolerant towards children (in particular the baby type) and have overcome my gag factor in the drool department, as long as it only comes in contact with a tissue or their bib and not my skin, clothing, hair or anything else i cannot dispose of. i still, however, cannot contain my disgust at fecal matter which i have had the pleasure of seeing not only in motion, but in a variety of colours i didn't know existed.


in the coming week i will embrace my inner julia and say goodbye to lazy days until december 25th (but hello to cha ching!)

and to my one and only - i love you! you make the beach and everything else gritty in my life bearable.

knock knock - i'm here

ask and you shall receive does not apply to those who dealt with your endless toothpaste diarrhoea and stringy dribble, and complaints about sand from the pit in your eyes, and your school bag being too big and your hat being too uncomfortable, and going from barbie to bratz to barbie. i am so far from being in the position to judge how offspring fail to appreciate their parents that i am football fields away from being close enough to catch a pass. (so far away that i could get myself a pretzel without having my lack of presence noticed). but honestly, it's time to wake up or have something smack you across your undeserving face and realise that having others provide what makes your life yours is unbelievably hypocritical and beyond ironic. because you are so adamant that you represent what you stand for so well, when in fact the shoes on your feet and the ones who taught you to tie the laces don't even cross your mind anymore.