Mahnahmah-yum!

Golly, they are almost too good looking to eat! I'd love an Animal one, love love love!

All thanks to this blog!

Whimsy

After randomly finding a whimsical blog, I started to troll the links attached to it and now, I totally feel like a failed female.

I'm not one of those girls who dresses head to toe in second hands clothes and purposefully gets up an extra hour to ensure my outfit is perfectly matched to be alternative and interesting. Or have one of those haircuts, which requires washing and styling every morning. I'm not sure if it's just not really what my generation does, especially as it is more a younger generations theory of ideal perfection. Or maybe, it's just not what the majority of my friends do.

I spent a lot of my childhood trying to impersonate 'Clarissa Explains It All' style but it was the 80s/90s and nobody had style or flair and I also lived through and remember the 80s, so I've no need to relive it. Especially as a good 90% of all 80s clothes were made from the ugly fabrics of polyester, nylon and acrylic.

But looking through these websites makes me believe it's easy to be whimsical and stylish. Although it still seems like far to much effort (taking 1000 photos of one outfit in a stylish fashion, just seems like a huge waste of time to me). I'd rather get an extra hours sleep, or be down the pub with good friends and live through my "awesome" personality, badly applied make up and creased/dirty clothes.

Or maybe I could just start taking all my photos in sepia and blur them with the sun, so my life seems whimsical, even though it's not. I mean, I already knit, crochet, sew, paint, draw, make candles, cards, cushions, etc. Isn't it enough to do those things and not document them with stylish photos, so others can feel inferior. Or maybe I'm just being the cynical, miserable, judgemental bitch that I am?!

Consumption

I used to believe that when people died of 'comsumption', I thought they'd eaten themselves to death. Which to be fair, didn't sound so terrible to me. Plus, at the time of poverty, when everyone was dying of consumption, I thought it was a wonder that they could afford enough food to eat themselves to death. Although I guess if you've never eaten much food, eating a large helping would probably have killed them and I'm not going to lie, this was when I was about 23.

Cute Dictator Babies

Dictator Babies

So in love...

McQueen's last show

I used to read Vogue lots and had to stop, as it was an expense I could do without.
Now, I read online blogs for my gossip.
I'm positively in love with many of these dress, especially No.3, No.4, the jacket of No.9, I adore No.11 and No.12.

I'm also in complete love with this dress from Coast but the amount I've raved about it, I won't go in to it now.



Last night I discovered Irregular Choice's website, foolish me!
I'm now in love with: These shoes in any colour, these boots,these boots, these boots and can't make my mind up on which I prefer out of this bag or this bag!

Damn you Irregular Choice for making so many truly beautiful and also, truly hideous items!

I Heart Lost, Brother!

STOP! DO NOT WATCH EITHER OF THESE IF YOU'VE NOT SEEN UP TO THE END OF LOST SERIES 5!

I wish I could go back and watch it all in one like this!


It's so so good! Had me in fits! It's pretty accurate and exactly how I feel about the show!

I just wrote this blog, it was perfect and blogger deleted it, am gutted!

I know I've blogged about my love for Locke before, I'm pretty sure that I haven't blogged about my actual love for Lost, maybe I have. If so, I'm sorry for being repetitive.

I'm so gutted, I lost my original posting, oh the irony that I lost my Lost blog?!
Anyhow. I've watched Lost since the beginning. Since the moment the original adverts came on TV, the black screen with the spinning word 'LOST' hurling towards the screen, oh Lost! If only someone had told me how emotionally draining, frustrating, exciting and confusing our relationship would be, but how could they? They didn't know and nor did I.

Oh Lost, how I heart thee!
I've watched every episode of Lost and have never missed one. I've spent many hours screaming at the screen, normally along the lines of "Noooo", "you can't be serious?", "what the ?", "oh my god?!", etc. It's been so exhilarating! And every year when the series ends, I suffer withdrawal and depression, it's so hard some times to be so in love with a TV show. What will I do when Series 6 finishes for good?!

I often read this blog online and near enough all of the comments that accompany every entry. I like to read up, as my mythological and religious knowledge isn't that great. I also love hearing other people's views and opinions as to what is going on. You can watch an entire episode, think you understand and then realise you've no idea, no idea what so ever. Some episodes are so complex and full of information and others are very light hearted and simple, of course, Lost being Lost, this means that there are 1000s of "*easter eggs" hidden away for all to see if they are willing too. But more than anything, I just love being entertained for 44 minutes a week.

I've tried to read DarkUFO but it's a little too complicated at times. I often check in on Lostpedia to brush up on knowledge, characters, etc.
I adore how most Lost fans are pretty die hard obsessives. I know I am.

I once dated a guy who also loved Lost. It was the main thing we had in common. Not a great basis for a relationship but it was so exciting having someone to obsess with about the show.

Since series 6 started up, I've gotten overly excited. Maybe a little bit too much for my other half to deal with. I've spent hours in bed reading sites and theories, while I should have been conversing with Tom. Poor bloke. I'm not sure if it is all my excited rants about the shows, or the way my eyes light up when I talk about it, or if he's just finally been beaten in to submission but he's now watching the show. He seems to like it. It's so exciting. I can't wait for him to have watched all 5 series and be able to view the second video above and belly laugh, just as I did. I've started watching them too and it's more incredible than I can describe to go back and see the story building, Oh Lost, Lost, Lost!

Tom even joked the other day about having a Lost night, where we do the drinking game. Near enough all main characters have a repetitive behavioural pattern or catchphrase and you drink when you witness it. Although, Tom thinks it would make more sense if you drank every time you feel confused.
Maybe I could order some DHARMA t-shirts for us to wear, but which station would I choose?! Or would I just go for the original DHARMA one. Oh the decisions!

I also adore this blog but haven't had time to go back to 2007 and start from the beginning...

It's not as good as the original blog but it'll have to do, Brother!

*The creators term for hidden clues and nuggets of information.

Dave Flies

Finally sorted out how to host a gif!

Although, if I could slow Dave down a little, it might look a little better and have less of that 'watching a terrifying fairground ride in action' feel to it!



Everyone loves parties at our house!

Scary times...

Scary photoshopping!

Dali on my breasts!

Found this t-shirt on a blog I was reading, Wit & Whistle. It's hosted on etsy. And I think it's super. There are numerous other prints which are also awesome! Don't fancy Dali, how about Einstein, some of the Transformers or Charlie Chaplin?
I just like how the prints are subtle, yet right there in your face.

Favourite new puking term...

Barf-a-saurus Rex!

Far too witty to actually use while desperately hugging the porcelain bowl but definitely worth remembering when recounting the events of an awful, although well earnt hangover!

Royal Congestion

Do the royal family have to pay Congestion Charges when entering the centre of London? Or would they get the 90% discount for living within the zone? And if they do get the discount, did they have one of their staff register the cars or are they automatically made exempt? If they aren't made automatically exempt and do receive PCNs, how brilliant would it be to be the person who envelopes that charge!!!

Shakers!

I've so many things I want to write about:
Mainly, why women are always the villians or the victims in relationship break ups, according to the media, but never the triumphant, strong or brave?!

But also:
Why certain people find it extremely hard to see things from other people's points of view?
Why Jeremy Vine made me cry earlier today! And plus, how hard it is to drive while crying!
That I'm extremely happy in my love life currently, who knew turning a good friend in to an even better "friend" could have supplied that?
Why I hate winter, as it's impractical footwear wise. Icy ground means not being able to wear high heels, which sucks!
Why I'd rather be poor, fat and happy, than rich, thin and miserable!
And talking about rich and poor, why is it that the tight fuckers always have more money but most of their friends tire of their tight ways and stop offering. Whereas most of the poorer people are always the most generous. Is it because they can appreciate the joys in life, without money misting their vision? Probably! And why is it that tight people never view themselves as tight?


But regardless of that! I'm totally loving these little fellas! Julie pointed me to this website yesterday and I've looked through. Most of the clothes are lovely, although a lot are made from man made material, yuck!
Some of the shoes are truly charming, if only I had all the money in the world!
But in the 'Apartment' section I found these little shrooms. I love salt and pepper shakers, the quirkier the better. I'm also loving the Woodland Critter Whisks and Hitchcock style 'The Birds' pillowcases!
I adore these hugging guys, they have them at the house up north I stay at and I think they are so cute. But little mushrooms, oh my god! And I don't even like mushrooms.
I look forward to having a proper home home one day, so I can decorate it with awesome looking random items and gorgeous nick-nacks! The best I can do in my current house is candles in bottles on the window sill and randomly placed lamps and fairylights...I dream of the day when I have my own brightly decorated town house, where friends can vegetate and chill. I'm still coveting this chandelier, I really want a white wash hallway with black and white floor tiles and this gorgeous chandelier hanging from the ceiling!

Talking about 'Oh my god', this reminds me of when Genevieve met Tom, the eve of his birthday, and she was a little merry. Gen replied "OMG" to something Tom had said and Tom was all "what? sorry?". Not sure why but the idea of Tom not having ever heard of the term OMG makes me chuckle!

Also, I watched a French film the other day. It was 1 hour 50 minutes long and the only piece of nudity in it was at 1 hour 30 minutes and it was side boob and partial nipple! In my eyes, this can not be classified as a real French film. I do not accept it!

10 Downing St vs White House

I was told a few years a go that 10 Downing Street was larger in sq ft than The White House.
Normally I would have double checked this but I totally forgot too. I'm now trying to check it online now and can't find the sq ft of 10 Downing St. The White House is 55,000 sq ft. But how big is Downing St?

Apparently, it literally goes as deep as the next street along and Wiki says that it is three houses knocked through: a mansion, a townhouse and a cottage, surely it's got a basement too, which all adds to the sizing.

Oh, I must know the answer...the internet is suppose to hold the answer to everything and yet?!

Tavi!

I've not blogged much, not had much to write about.

I've been updating my Amazon wishlist with some more bad looking films. Knitting some fabulous items. Planning on learning the art of crochet soon. And coveting the Tavi t-shirt (see below), it's not very me but I adore it!

Personally, absolutely love her, think she's fabulous and also think it's brilliant that she upsets the fashion industry so very much! I've read her entries and find that it's a little like when I used to read Vogue monthly, I only ever understood half of which is written but still am more than happy to read away.
In fact, talking of Vogue, I got such a huge desire to read it the other day, I went on the hunt for a copy, couldn't find one anywhere, so settled for a copy of Elle. It just isn't the same. Still stuffed full of adverts but the photo shoots aren't as slick and the writing isn't as polished. I heart Vogue!

No glove, no love

I really rather like this advert for Aids and Condom usage.

Comic Loving!

Personally, I'm not a chucklefucker (a groupie of comedians), I've always appreciated personality over looks, especially humour, but I generally find all of these men very attractive.

Bruno

Tonight, I sobbed!
I sobbed more than I have since my heart got broken for the first time. I sobbed more tonight, than I did in 2005! Tonight was a night, it had so many highs but one of the most depressing lows of all times, and if back during 2005 someone had told me I wouldn't sob that much until 2009, I would have sobbed my heart out ten times more!

This weekend, I lost a good friend. A loyal, funny kind of guy. A charming, adorable, loving kind of guy. The kind of guy who makes a rainy day seem ok. The kind of guy who makes a quiet night in the pub, an unwasted night. The kind of guy who is just happy to exist!

This guy, random as it is to say, it is a dog! But he was more than that and will always represent more than that. When I found out the devastating news yesterday, after phoning his mum and dad, I phoned my best friend. She's always been a dog person (I have not), maybe that is what makes this the more profound, he was the dog who made me like dogs. He (I should use his name, no matter how much it hurts), Bruno, was that dog, the dog! The only dog. The gentle giant, the kind, considerate, understanding fellow, who made the complexities in life seem so juvenile,

I first met Bruno in 2004 at a birthday party. I was weary, he was a rottweiler, I was a simple human, his jaws could rip me limb to limb, my simple jaws could talk the ass off a donkey! I soon met him on a one to one level, when I went to work in his pub and he made me fall in love with dogs. Bruno made me want to own my own dog. He was calm and accepting and moody, don't get me wrong, he could strop his arse off but it was all apart of his character but most of all, he was respectful and loving, kind and considerate, entertaining, protective and amazing! He was Bruno and only Bruno, he was nothing more or less but he was perfect, beautiful and oh so loving!

I haven't fully accepted that Bruno has departed from this world. I guess tomorrow night when I enter work and he never barks for me to let him upstairs, maybe it'll settle in, Maybe when I forget for a second and I ask if he needs to go out or maybe when I tell the customers to not feed the dog, no matter how hungry he makes himself look, it'll truly sink in, who knows?! I guess time will tell. I've been crying for over two hours now, I'm not sure if these are tears for Bruno or just tears because I can?! I'm pretty sure they are all for him (which is more random than you'll ever know, as 5 years ago, I'd never believe anything could make me feel this miserable) but Bruno wasn't just anything, he was a good friend. And right now all my thoughts are directed at Lianne and Tom and for the loss of their good friend, child even.
Bruno is and always will be the reason I like dogs. He will always hold a little doggy space in my heart, as he made me realise that dogs are more than pets. I finally get that dogs are friends, companions and members of the family. And Bruno was all of those things to myself (as well as to others) and more. Bruno, you'll be missed more than you'll ever know! x

Melinda Gordon

I've been watching 'Ghost Whisperer' for a while now, "yeah I watch really bad American TV, so what?!".

But, Melinda tells at least 2-3 people every episode about her "ability". Seeing how people gossip, surely now that we're in the 5th series most of the town know about her ability. People gossip loads, especially in small towns. Everyone should know about it, and she runs a small shop in town, there should be loads of finger pointing and hushed whispers but apparently not. People still seem genuinely surprised when she tells them. Even though, she spends hours talking to herself in the main square, in plain view of everyone.

Or is there a small clause with her helping them, that they then have to leave the town and never mention it to anyone ever again?

Or is it like 'Murder She Wrote', where they all know she's the kiss of death, but still feel a desire to be her friend!

Dorothy Parker

A new favourite quote: “If you want to see what God thinks of money, just look at all the people He gave it to”.

Arctic Charm

Nick Grimshaw was right, this is a charming little video!