As I have been recently reminded (thanks, Sis!), I have not yet posted a picture of my fab'n'groovy pink slippers. This could prove a little tricky.
My beloved camera appears to have died. It is no longer. It has ceased to exist. It is, in fact, an ex-camera.
Oh what a complete bummer.
Never the most expensive of cameras, but by far the most expensive one I could afford at the time, it has quite simply been the best camera I have ever owned. Easy to use, and with great quality pictures. Usually with me everywhere I go. Now, sadly no more. I had planned to ask everyone for money for my 40th Birthday, so that I could buy a digital SLR. I think perhaps now I will be asking everyone for money for Christmas, just to buy a camera, full stop!
On a happier note, and having emerged from some sort of time-warp lasting rather too many years to admit, I have re-acquainted myself with an old friend this week:-
Many, many years ago, I used to buy the occasional box of sweetly smelling goodies from a company called 'Cosmetics to Go'. Always lovingly packaged with sparkly wrapping and the odd sweetie, they made (actually they invented Bath Bombs), massage bars, shampoo bars and such gorgeous stuff. They were based in Poole, and had a rather yummy shop on the High Street: but it was more fun to buy mail order. All their products were cruelty-free, hand-made, and fresh: no horrible chemicals etc etc. I only stopped buying when finances prevented such luxuries. I did try and order a few years ago, but they seemed to have disappeared off the radar (and we didn't have the good old www. then).
I noticed a few years back that someone had had the same idea, with a chain of shops called 'Lush', who do the same sort of thing, only bigger, and smellier. I assumed that they had basically copied CTG. Wrong!! I wandered into a store the other day, and picked up a copy of 'Lush Times', with piccies of all their current products. Upon settling down with a cuppa to read it, bells started ringing in the dim recesses of my very dusty mind. 'Strandlooper', 'Smaragadine', 'Quishion'? These were names from my past! 'Lush' are Cosmetics to Go'!!! Those fab products have evolved, the shops have grown, but the same amazingly creative people still invent pots and potions of sumptuous gorgeousness, and the products are still made by hand. Wonderful news as far as I'm concerned, although my Bank may care to differ.
So, if you should be passing one of these wonderful shops, take time to go in and fondle their luscious wares. Ignore the all-encompassing smell of their 'Angel's Delight' christmas soap, it's far too overpowering. They do have some real gems though: have a good sniff of 'Honey I washed the kids', or the original Blackberry Bath Bomb: I promise you will not be disappointed! They do mail order still, at www.lush.co.uk Very good place to buy Christmas Gifts!
If you want me, I'll be washing my hair.
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
and the prize for......
.......making me laugh the loudest (in public) today has to go to none other than Tesco!
I detest shopping, especially with one of our local branches of Tesco, whose stock control system leaves much to be desired. I did however Laugh Out Loud when I saw these fab socks: the buying department must have seen me coming!
Best £1 I have spent all day.
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Solitude Standing
Been feeling rather nondescript this week.
Nothing serious, but in need of some 'time out'. Things at work have been a bit of a rollercoaster, with a disciplinary hearing/staff member leaving/ 'will they, won't they replace them' situation. We have a large backlog of work anyway, and those lovely people at the HealthCare Commission have been breathing down our necks (and rightly so, to be frank!).
Oh, Phil has been suffering from my hormones. Lots of them.
I am hoping to feel all shiny and smiley and happy on Saturday though, as I am going to a 12 hour crop! They are raising money for Breast Cancer, and we are doing some sort of painty-thingy workshop which should be lots of messy fun. If I actually get myself organised and pack some stash and photos I shall doubtless enjoy the day even more!
Oh, and we're supposed to wear pink too.
Now, I don't 'do' pink. At all. So on Saturday the girls and I, and my lovely friend Angela went shopping,. Yeuch. Hate shopping. However,on this occasion I had some success. Having bought a pink Breast Cancer care T-shirt, I then happened upon some slippers. Well, I'm not sure I could describe them and do them justice. Angela's face was one of abject horror when she saw them: she didn't really think I was actually going to pay money for them! But, being the would-be rebel, I just had to have them.
Once the crop has been and gone,and they have been revealed in all their glory, I shall post a picture of them. Heck I might even do a Scrapbook Layout. Suffice it to say that they aren't traditional slippers, but I absolutely love them to bits.
Nothing serious, but in need of some 'time out'. Things at work have been a bit of a rollercoaster, with a disciplinary hearing/staff member leaving/ 'will they, won't they replace them' situation. We have a large backlog of work anyway, and those lovely people at the HealthCare Commission have been breathing down our necks (and rightly so, to be frank!).
Oh, Phil has been suffering from my hormones. Lots of them.
I am hoping to feel all shiny and smiley and happy on Saturday though, as I am going to a 12 hour crop! They are raising money for Breast Cancer, and we are doing some sort of painty-thingy workshop which should be lots of messy fun. If I actually get myself organised and pack some stash and photos I shall doubtless enjoy the day even more!
Oh, and we're supposed to wear pink too.
Now, I don't 'do' pink. At all. So on Saturday the girls and I, and my lovely friend Angela went shopping,. Yeuch. Hate shopping. However,on this occasion I had some success. Having bought a pink Breast Cancer care T-shirt, I then happened upon some slippers. Well, I'm not sure I could describe them and do them justice. Angela's face was one of abject horror when she saw them: she didn't really think I was actually going to pay money for them! But, being the would-be rebel, I just had to have them.
Once the crop has been and gone,and they have been revealed in all their glory, I shall post a picture of them. Heck I might even do a Scrapbook Layout. Suffice it to say that they aren't traditional slippers, but I absolutely love them to bits.
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Me and my Monkey...
....have been doing sport, so we have.
Rachel, who adores running (we don't call her Forrest Gump for nothing you know) has now reached the age where she can join the juniors section of the local athletics club. She has been on the waiting list since the end of May, and a space became available last week. 'Thrilled to bits' would be a bit of an understatement! So, twice a week, off she goes, and runs, jumps and throws her little socks off.
Partly through my wish to lose weight (sorry, I did promise I wouldn't mention it again, didn't I?), and also because it seemed a waste to drive her over to the sports centre, only to go and collect her an hour later, I have joined as a member. The gym is absolutely packed in the evenings, so there is no way I would set foot in there, but the swimming pool seemed a safer option. Hmm, well, so I thought anyway.
Imagine the scene: me, not exactly slim and sylph-like in my oversized scaffolded swimming costume (think Moby Dick after a trip to the Eat-as-much-as-you-like Pizza Hut buffet). Not nervous per se, but slightly apprehensive at the thought of going swimming for the first time in 20 years. Well, I got as far as the pool, got in (quickly), swam a length or two (slowly), and then stopped for a breather. It was only at this point that I realised that some of the faces bobbing around were, rather familiar.
Just how many SHO's can you get in a swimming pool? Too many. And Hospital Porters. And Phlebotomists. There really isn't anywhere to hide when you're only wearing swimming gear, is there? I did think I might pretend to be someone, anyone ,else, but was rather foiled when someone called 'Hi Tina' across the water.
On recounting the tale the next morning in the office, my oh-so-helpful colleagues, helpfully suggested that I swim in a balaclava next time, so as to avoid being recognised. Hmmmph.
Rachel, who adores running (we don't call her Forrest Gump for nothing you know) has now reached the age where she can join the juniors section of the local athletics club. She has been on the waiting list since the end of May, and a space became available last week. 'Thrilled to bits' would be a bit of an understatement! So, twice a week, off she goes, and runs, jumps and throws her little socks off.
Partly through my wish to lose weight (sorry, I did promise I wouldn't mention it again, didn't I?), and also because it seemed a waste to drive her over to the sports centre, only to go and collect her an hour later, I have joined as a member. The gym is absolutely packed in the evenings, so there is no way I would set foot in there, but the swimming pool seemed a safer option. Hmm, well, so I thought anyway.
Imagine the scene: me, not exactly slim and sylph-like in my oversized scaffolded swimming costume (think Moby Dick after a trip to the Eat-as-much-as-you-like Pizza Hut buffet). Not nervous per se, but slightly apprehensive at the thought of going swimming for the first time in 20 years. Well, I got as far as the pool, got in (quickly), swam a length or two (slowly), and then stopped for a breather. It was only at this point that I realised that some of the faces bobbing around were, rather familiar.
Just how many SHO's can you get in a swimming pool? Too many. And Hospital Porters. And Phlebotomists. There really isn't anywhere to hide when you're only wearing swimming gear, is there? I did think I might pretend to be someone, anyone ,else, but was rather foiled when someone called 'Hi Tina' across the water.
On recounting the tale the next morning in the office, my oh-so-helpful colleagues, helpfully suggested that I swim in a balaclava next time, so as to avoid being recognised. Hmmmph.
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