Monday, November 30, 2009

Let me eat cake!

Talking at crossed purposes can be funny on stage. Or when you're watching a conversation take place that you're not directly involved in. But when it's you and you're at work, nay in a large meeting, talking at crossed purposes doesn't necessarily see the light of a giggle. It's someone's birthday at work thus there is cake. At 2 pm. My weekly meeting with my manager, her next manager and the design manager is also at 2 pm. This poses something of a problem for me as mid-afternoon is usually the time I need my sugar hit. What should I do? Ask to move the meeting back half an hour so I don't miss out on cake? Come late to the meeting with cake in hand? Come late to the meeting with cake in hand for all? Although the last one may have scored me brownie points (no pun intended) I decided to just calm down, stop being a fatty and let the idea of cake go. The meeting's about half way through and we've been discussing how frustrating it is when the other departments don't support one another and how we really need them to be backing us right now. My manager says she's going to pop upstairs and bring the spreadsheets back down with her, throwing in 'I'll see if there's any cake left while I'm there' with a bit of a wink. Oh sweet relief! All I have had on the brain is caramelised profiteroles with fresh cream and custard topped with wild forest berries (surely now you can see this isn't your everyday sponge I was fretting about). Once my manager is upstairs the design manager says 'oh I'm so glad someone was as worried about that as I was, I thought I was the only one!' Oh hello friend, I think. That is where that thought should have stayed, in the brain but instead I piped up and proclaim 'I know! I felt like shouting "Save me a slice piggy-wiggies, I've got a meeting to attend!' Silence. This is when it dawns on me that my design manager is not actually too concerned about voicing the fact that she may miss out on an afternoon sweetie, but more is relieved that my manager is on the same page as her regarding her opinion on the other departments. Gulp. I go strawberry in the face, feel like there's cream being whipped in my stomach and as if cashews have dried all the leftover syrup in my mouth!

That's nice isn't it?

Farewell Gateau St Honorè (and pride)...I'll catch you next birthday.



Sunday, November 29, 2009

Nothing like a faux pas flash to wake you up

I kind of like those mornings where you're still half asleep as you get on the bus, basking in the remaining afterglow of a good weekend and feeling pretty darn fine about the real cute outfit you threw together in ten minutes. So I'm walking to work with Mystery Jets in my ears (relating way to much to 'Young Love') and start to notice that it's not just me that thinks my style is fine this morning. A small boost of confidence kicks in, which in turn puts a spring in my step. Until I look down. My fab little button up floral dress, is not nearly as buttoned as it should be and the girls are hanging out for the world to see. That's nice isn't it? Good morning Sydney and Happy Monday to ya! At least I had my little friend here to greet me on my way into the office.
How's your day so far?


Saturday, November 28, 2009

warning: DIY markets may be hazardous to your wallet

My number one tip when hitting markets is: always make a bee-line for girls sitting on the grass with clothes spilling out of their suitcases because they'll be selling golden items for cheap cheap. So, needless to say that when I got to the hub at Newtown today I started rummaging straight away and found some killer wedges (see above) for only three dollars, I also scored a brand new green halter seduce dress for only five bucks (price tag still attached reading $299.95) along with a cute pair of jelly sandals, throw in a few five-dollar-dresses and I now have myself a new week's worth of clothes for less than what breakky costs me...well maybe just a little bit more. Good evening baked beans on toast.
Said breaky was had with lovely ladies who are very bad influences on me when shopping. But I love them anyway. One of whom gave me a belated birthday pressie...a cuddle cup! How cute is it? I think it's something I'll be cuddling for many mornings to come.
How was your Saturday?


Saturday, November 21, 2009

Pleased to meet you

Dear friends, strangers, ex-crushes and talented cross-stitchers,

So. I've always been into scrap-booking. Not the kind that was really popular a few years back, but the kind that is like collecting a pocketful of memories that makes you smile each time you flick through the pages leafed with memories and daydreams. The problem is I never seem to finish a book. Ever. So instead of having dozens of half used gluesticks and pictures that haven't found the right book sitting in my draws I thought it would be better to start a blog so I can keep everything in a place that I won't be able to lose or not finish.
I've just come back to a hot Sydney Summer after a few weeks in mid-autumn Mexico and with this heat wave, there's nothing I'm craving more right now than a chelada: lemon juice and beer with salt, lime and chilli.