Month: October 2012

The wall space quandary

I think I have a problem, in fact I know I do. I am addicted. Every place I go, I buy a poster, print or watercolour to go on my wall and now my collection has reached epic proportions. So much so that I don’t have anywhere to put them. Instead, they sit in piles or propped behind my door, wasting their beauty. It’s something I can’t resist, I just love having mementos from places I have been. Every time I look at my Monet watercolours, it takes me back to Paris and how amazing it felt to look at the water lilies in the Musée de l’Orangerie. My Kandinsky print from the Tate Modern reminds me of the day I walked across the Millennium Bridge from St Paul’s to the wonderfully industrial art space. I have old train company posters of London and Edinburgh I found rifling through a bargain bin in Oxford, and a beautiful watercolour of the Trevi Fountain I bought from a charming little shop in Rome. It seems too, that now my …

Picture Perfect: Parisian Dreams

It’s an oldie but a goodie. I just loved this moment so much that I wanted to share it as part of my Picture Perfect posts. This was after a wonderful day of shopping and wandering through the streets of Paris with one of my dear friends. We were walking back to the hotel when we came to the river and this wonderful sight befell us. I had pretty high expectations of Paris as I had been dreaming about it for many years. It certainly rose to the occasion though, particularly at this very moment. We just stood there drinking it all in as I marvelled at the fact that Paris was everything that I had dreamed about.

Picture Perfect: Winter’s Beach

Ok, it’s not quite winter but it sure feels like it. Spring has barely sprung but it doesn’t bother me when at the beach, in fact I prefer it that way. Snug as a bug in a rug with the cool salty breeze blowing on my face and the stormy sea raging beside me. This is how I prefer the beach. None of this burning sun you can’t escape from and the hoards of people everywhere. Give me a deserted winter’s beach any day. This post is the first in a line of themed posts I’m going to start called Picture Perfect posts. They are in no way perfect pictures, but are rather to capture a moment in time using any available camera where I am feeling happy, content or inspired. After a relaxing dinner enjoying the sunset, I couldn’t help but feel happy here so I whipped out my iPhone to capture it.

A red lipstick kind of day.

Have you ever woken up, feeling anxious or uneasy about the day ahead of you? Sometimes you need a little pick me up to help you survive the jungle you are about to enter. I have two forms of personal pick me ups…peppermint tea and red lipstick. Peppermint tea is an old stand by, ever reliable for hot minty goodness that wakens me. It’s something I need most mornings to prepare myself for the day ahead. Wearing red lipstick on the other hand is something I decided to try on a whim, and I have never looked back as it seems to have jump-frogged tea in terms of effectiveness in giving me a boost. Now I know some of you reading this might be anxious about trying something so bold (particularly the men) but I urge you to give it a go. What exactly does reddening ones lips do? It adds a dollop of style, a dash of va va voom and a tonne of CONFIDENCE. Sometimes it’s the small things that make all the difference. …

I had this dream.

So I had a weird dream last night. I won’t go into the details too much but basically I was driving down a beautiful tree-lined road somewhere in the New England area of the United States (well I’m guessing it was this region from my extensive viewing of Gilmore Girls episodes). Not only was I confused because Americans drive on the wrong side of the road, but then a police officer appeared out of nowhere and tried to fine me 200 pounds for doing 50km/h in a 50km/h zone (Yes, I do mean pounds and km/h. Apparently my dreams are bi-continental). Let’s just say, things got heated and I got very defensive because I was NOT speeding. But the lovely copper and I eventually sorted things out and all was well in dream world. Anyway, the reason I mention this wonderful tale is because when I woke up, it got me thinking about how much I would LOVE to be driving down a road somewhere in New England. The US is somewhere I am yet to …