Tidying up. It feels so good sometimes.
I have been trying to 'let go' of 'stuff' for a few years now. I'm getting there. You should have seen this place a few years back. You could hardly understand where you were or who you were or who I was. It made friendships very difficult.
I am in the midst's of my latest excavation. I probably think a little too much about it to be honest. I spend *a lot* of time pondering over whether I really need that dress that has been hanging in my wardrobe for four years, and yet, I never wear it, but it's so beautifully crafted!
I know what the answer is really.
I should just get on Ebay.
There's also the whole, extremely boring excuse-
Maybe, when I lose a bit more weight, it might fit as it is meant to fit!? SURELY?
No. No.
And No.
I never understood why not to use AND to begin a sentence. So I still do it. Apologies.
Someone stole my bike saddle the other day. If you are reading this, because I am sure you are, will you give it back please?
The far flung friend has leant me his. I am very grateful. It is super padded. My bottom is happy.
But I am finding it increasingly harder to find Bun when parked out and about. She used to have a brown leather saddle, really weather beaten. I could spot her for miles. (Meters).
Now she has a black one she blends in. I suppose I should just start remembering where I actually parked her in the first place.
Back on the raw chocolate hot chocolate. Sorry, Mr Patrick Holford- I know you don't want me to keep eating chocolate, you think it's dangerously addictive and the caffeine in it will make me crazed and jittery, but I just cannot, cannot, cannot give up chocolate.
I have tried. For about two weeks.
Yes, my low GI healthy way of living (detest the word diet) is working out. My skin is better, other unmentionables are better (prude, today, gone tomorrow). But my mood misses chocolate.
I am doing (nearly) without tea (ugh) and am totally off coffee (after having become an espresso user in Venice. Had to cut the habit dead in it's tracks before it got the whole of me).
This is good. Sure.
But chocolate rules. As does honey, so, yup Holford, I'm back on that super evil drug honey too.
Want to take this outside?
LETS!
(Fight round the back in 5 minutes, bring your friends and your big dogs).
I had a great detox massage yesterday at Clarins. I'm trying to get my lymph going...or something like that. The lady is so lovely, and I think they are starting to help ( I'm also taking a supplement called 'Vein Vine'. I LOVE saying it. It's meant to help people who stand up alot, and help blood flow in your legums better).
It was a slight suprise when the lovely lady gave my breasts a bit of a massage too. Never had that before. I had previously wondered what that might feel like, if it would ever excite me (being a bit of a lady on lady virgin myself), and the thought sometimes did (yes, I admit it) but in real life- it just made me think of my Mum massaging Vicks Vapo Rub on my chest when I was a little girl with a chest infection. So...not exactly what I had imagined. Not the least bit erotic.
So.
Other news.
None...
well none I can disclose right now.
Deciding to stay more positive about the Rainforests. I am also reading a book called 'ask and it is given'. It is *slightly* odd, but I have been assured by a tried and tested and trusted gorgeous soul that even though the beginning is weird, it WILL change my life, and I will not regret buying it.
So...I'll let you know what happens, and if you really *should* buy it.
Don't worry. I havent completely lost the plot. I am also reading 'What I loved' by Siri Hustvedt (Which, I hope in saying, you will not think me so far gone.) She is pretty amazing, you should check her out. In case you did not know, she is the wife of Paul Auster, of whom I have read very little, except for the Red Notebook which is *wonderful* in all ways...and must pass on my thanks to Far Flung Friend for getting me in the know about these two inspiring souls.
Off to Body Balance- the first time in weeks...shame on me, shame, and then off to London town to see ROD and Passion-Pit at Coco. I have no idea what they are like, and it's been ages since I have been to a gig, so will be good to get out of my snuggle comfort zone of early nights and solo pyjama parties..
Tomorrow is ART day and we are going to check out the John Baldessari- Pure Beauty show at the Tate Modern. A completely intelligible (I meant intelligent) review coming
your way
soon.
You lucky things.
Joy today,
there tomorrow.
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