Sunday, January 8, 2012

Christmas and New Year Adventure





Click here for a slideshow of the Christmas and New Year Adventure

Still working out how to do this so apologies if it doesn't work properly.
I spent 6 days in Finnish Lapland over Christmas and 4 in Austria for New Year.
Click on the link above and I think it'll take you to a slideshow of my flickr account. (Now to figure out exactly what a flickr account is...)

Friday, January 6, 2012

Fashion spotlight #1

Snapped through a shop window (hence the glare) in Antwerp, Belgium.

Glitter Uggs.
For those more... ahem... formal occasions.



Monday, December 19, 2011

How to do winter, part 3

Last week I giggled at the aisles and aisles of "Winter car care" products for sale in my local supermarket.



De-icer, grit, insulating blankets, scrapers... none of these words exist in my vocabulary.

This morning I realised they now do. Thick frost encrusted my car from the door handles up.

And no de-icer or scraper in sight.

A quick trip back to the apartment to have a mini freakout and I emerged armed and ready with... a plastic kitchen spatula.

I'm sure I amused the daylights out of the passing residents watching me shave the ice off my windscreen, sortof like I was cleaning off a barbeque. All without gloves, mind you...

After a full minute of scraping.

Quick! Get in the car and start driving before it just ices over again!
Made a classic rookie mistake by thinking a bit of windscreen wiper and windscreen wiper fluid action once I was in the car would help things along.
Frozen windscreen + frozen windscreen wipers + windscreen wiper fluid = new thick coating of gloopy soapy ice smeared all over the windscreen.

Start over.

Friday, December 16, 2011

How to do winter, part 2

Winter fashion.

Where form meets function. Or some rubbish like that.

Some of my awesome winter purchases:

By far my favourite. Water resistant suede and wool blend snow boots. Complete with Paddington-bear toggle opening at the side, to avoid those awkward try-to-get-your-boots-off-at-someone's-front-door hopping-about-like-an-idiot moments. Verdict's out on whether these are actually properly waterproof, but they're so pretty it doesn't matter. Land's End.






Slightly less glamorous, but oh-so-practical, waterproof snow boots. Complete with fake fur tops to keep the wind out. They make me walk like a gangsta. Word. Debenhams.


  

Thermal socks. I actually have 2 pairs of these, as well as some heat-generating socks. Not sure how they work, but they definitely do keep my toes toasty warm. Marks and Spencers. 





 Ah, the dilemma of keeping one's hands warm and freeing one's fingers for tasks such as driving and nose picking. The solution: hoodie gloves. Too cute for words. Although with the hoodie in situ, my hands are fairly useless for anything except a right hook. Beware: some imitations leave one's thumb without a hood. Poor thumb! John Rocha by Debenhams.



Got a little carried away in the gloves department. Black thermals with fur cuff on the left. Chocolate leather lined with cashmere at the top (these gloves are so divine that I've developed a really embarrassing habit of making a weird motion with my hands that looks a little like I'm practising grabbing someone's boobs, just so that my fingers move about on the inside of the gloves to brush against the cashmere inside. I also have a bad habit of putting my hands to my face to feel and smell the buttery soft leather. Mmmmm). Beige suede on the right. 
But the problem remains. How does one answer an iPhone in a timely fashion, without desperately ripping the gloves off with one's teeth while hunting around for the phone?




 Solution: Smart Touch gloves. These babies, by magic and science, allow the use of a touchscreen through the gloved fingertips (the silver bits). The shiny bits are actually rubber grip. These are only slightly more attractive than my photo suggests. Now, to find these in chocolate leather lined in cashmere...


Cologne Christmas markets. Hoodie gloves in action. Drinking gluwein.

My very first winter purchase was a down-filled jacket from Zara. Again, at first I laughed at the concept. But I wear this jacket nearly every day as a staple wardrobe item. It's light, incredibly warm, and has a silly hood:

Silly hood. Falls too far forward unless you do the jacket all the way up.





Cologne Christmas markets. Earmuff beanie in action. Again, drinking gluwein.



Ah, let's just put up some more Cologne pics. So pretty!


Buttery soft chocolate cashmere lined leather gloves in action. Evidently all the gluwein and stollen has gone straight to my face hence looking like a bloated fatty boom sticks. Didn't have time to send this pic to Rowen for pre-publication weight-loss Photoshopping. Granted I am wearing about 5 layers underneath my jacket.

I do believe I am prepared for winter.

Sunday, December 11, 2011

How to do winter, part 1

TomTom sent me an email today, titled "stay safe on the roads this winter". I clicked on the link in anticipation, having been warned by work friends of the many dangers of driving in the snow.
I was looking forward to an informative video of how to winter-proof my car; what to do if I encounter black ice, and all other manner of helpful hints and tips.

I got this...


Thursday, December 1, 2011

Puddings from Yorkshire

There are foods in every country and culture that may seem strange to a foreigner. I had just begun to get used to the idea of pudding meaning dessert, when I came across a Yorkshire pudding.



This strange creation is another example of how the English try to fit as many carbs into each meal as is humanly possible.

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Sun roof?

My car comes with a sun roof. Given the English climate, I feel this modification is just a tad optimistic.




Monday, November 21, 2011

How to... feel loved


This is what I woke up to on my 30th birthday. The love of friends and family around the globe, combined with my brother's creative genius (and obsessive perfectionism), delivered right to my laptop screen. Best birthday present ever.
Yes, I cried like a baby.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Why I don't like Jane



Feeling slightly guilty that I live in the world of Jane Austen, gallivanting round the same countryside where many of her books are set, and have absolutely no appreciation for it at all.

For years I've been an avid resistor of all things Austen. Many a friend will testify my enthusiasm for a Jane Austen marathon, as it means I can take a six hour nap on Naomi's leather lounge. I'd rather be dreaming about Vin Diesel than Mark Darcy.
Although the sprawling mansions, gorgeous countryside and decadent lifestyles are intriguing and impressive, I've never wished to be a part of it all. The big flouncy dresses don't impress me, not to mention the flouncier men who wouldn't know what to do with a wrench if you smacked them with one. 

The reason is simple: back in those days (whenever it actually was), people of my race and colour were relegated to the kitchens, boiler rooms, and gardens. Come to think of it, I've not even seen anyone with a hint of a tan in any Austen movie, although I do admit I am usually checking my eyelids for holes whilst watching.

Even though I identify myself as a proudly born and bred Aussie, one look at me and it's clear- a fair maiden I am not.

Jealous, you say? Maybe. I think it's more being reasonable and knowing my historical position in society. Either way, I prove a challenge to many friends in their attempts to engage me in the world of Jane Austen. Show me a brown skinned heroine and I may be more interested.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Royal Mail



I'm in the process of reducing my monthly rent to half (YAY!) by giving up my Brighton apartment, and I have set up mail redirection for ease of being able to track down my gifts, monetary donations, diamond earrings, Offspring DVDs, etc.

The only problem is the post office has informed me that if my name varies at all from the name I put on their form, my mail won't be forwarded.

So unfortunately, my British title of Her Royal Highness, Princess of East Sussex, should no longer be used to address my mail. Feel free to continue addressing me as such in person and on the inside of various correspondence, but the mail address on envelopes and large packages (hehe, hint hint) should revert to my Australian name. You are also discouraged from using my alter egos Wags, Waggaz, Twagner (Matt and Kathleen), Brown Bear (Megs), Chocolate Bear / Super Chocolate Bear (Claire N), and Liiiiiiinnnnzzzeeeeee (Jai).
Fingers crossed for Royal Mail, who have lost things in the past, or on the other hand, have delivered mail across the continent overnight.

Sorry to spoil the fun. But I want my birthday and Christmas cards!!!

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Things I miss

Stuff you can't get here...

It's been six months since I've had a coffee I could finish in this country. Sigh.




Trackies, socks, undies, hoodies. Nothing compares to Bonds. I really like their roll down yoga trackies in navy blue size 12. Just in case you wanted to know.




UK Cadbury chocolate tastes sugary, grainy, and like you've left it in the car over Summer. I occasionally shell out the extra cash to buy the aussie stuff, but to be honest there are plenty of quality UK chocolate substitutes so I shouldn't whinge :)




Yet to see these in the supermarket. Without rice crackers, I'm forced to eat crisps in copious amounts.




Despite there being a choice of about seventy bazillion types of cleanser in Boots, they don't stock this one, which is the only thing that takes off my waterproof eyeliner in a cleanser.



So these are the only everyday items I really do miss. Was thinking it would be a lot longer.

Shall also post about the awesome new grocery discoveries that help me to forget what I miss. Riveting stuff!