Girls, gold, Vietnam

I’m still the grip of gold tones these days. That… and Girls, cheap claw rings, and planning a holiday in August.

And speaking of Girls, listen to this now.



high noon

So. What’s the best way to ask “Who is this?” when you receive a text message from an unknown number? Whatever it is, I don’t know it.

At 17:11 today: “You coming to Dappled Cities at candys [sic] kings cross [sic] this Friday?”

Funny because I had been pondering the pros and cons of getting a ticket. On the one hand, I am a fan (as anyone who reads this blog may have noted previously); on the other, we are talking about The Cross. On a Friday Night. Not my favourite place to be on a Friday night, nor my favourite night to be in The Cross. I don’t think they’re the same thing, and both are equally valid.

Of course I texted back; t’would’ve been rude not to: “Not sure.”

Followed by: “Who is this btw? Sorry. {EMOJI FACE}”

What was I saying about rude…? Guilty.

This reminds me of that episode in Girls where Jessa receives a text and she doesn’t know who it’s from, but instead of asking who it is, she texts back that she’s at “The Best Party Ever.” And then sends the address and waits to see who turns up.

I don’t think I’m likely to get a response now or if I do, the person who sent it will probably make something up because I’ve offended them (it has been several hours since I asked), and when I turn up on Friday, it’ll be too late when s/he accosts me in a dark alley, wielding an axe or Anthrax or, worse still, a bottle of NZ Sauvignon Blanc. (Just kidding, NZ. But I’m not kidding about Sauv Blanc.)

So. Candy’s and DC.


Reds in a row

Reds in a row, L to R: NARS Satin Afghan Red;  CHANEL Rouge Allure Lacque Coromandel #72NARS Semi Matte Shanghai Express; Bobbi Brown Creamy Matte Red CarpetSmashbox Photo Finish Ravishing; NARS Semi Matte Fire Down BelowMaybelline Color Sensational Red Revival

I was doing so well. I had even allowed myself to think that I would be able to get through all this year without buying any more reds because, in my humble opinion, more than a couple is too many, and frankly, it’s been ages since I got to the bottom of a ‘stick.

Interestingly, I was chatting to a Singapore Airlines pilot-friend and he said, “All the females I know go through at least one lipstick a month.” Well, of course! All the females he knows are flight attendants probably and of course they use at least one a month. I, on the other hand, am rather less committed/regular in my application of lippy. Don’t get me wrong, I love it. Especially the nude shades upon which I had been fixated for the last five to seven years. (NARS Dolce Vita, I’m looking at you!)

Pilots, flight attendants and nudes aside… Lately, I’ve been obsessed with finding The Perfect Red and so I’ve bought a few more and have been wearing a different one each day for the last week or so.

NARS Fire Down Below is the first product I ever purchased from the range way back in 1996 – it was from London’s Liberty (I spent many days off wandering around the Beauty department and have very fond memories of the place!) – and I loved the rubberised case with its wraparound stark white logo (I still love it)… to say nothing of the cheeky shade names, and the actual products themselves (wonderfully pigmented products).

I’m sorry, I’ve been rambling all over the reds. What I wanted to say was of all the ones shown above, NARS’ Shanghai Express is my favourite. It’s just the right shade of red, neither to bright nor too dark, and the matte finish makes it easy to wear. If the finish is too shiny or ‘slippy’, it can look a little trampy, if you know what I mean!


down an alley

What does it say about me, the fact that I like taking photos of quiet alleys and garbage bins? In the daytime, not the nighttime. I’m sure there’s something in that.

My day took me from home to my cousin-in-law’s to our restaurant to the NSW Wine Festival and back to the restaurant again. Eighty-one photos in total, and this is the one I choose to represent my Sunday.

As I said, what does it say?


double Dom

News! The bet. The abstention. The self-imposed three month dry spell.

My colleague/bet-partner fell off the wagon this week! The admission came mid-week, mid-morning. Ah, he must’ve spent the first few hours of Wednesday morning deciding whether or not to tell me. Of maybe he was just busy. But confess he did.

“How did it taste?” was my first question.

“Bloody fantastic,” was the unequivocal reply. A wide grin to punctuate.


I’m still dry, in case you were wondering. I don’t get to keep the 500 unless I get to the end of March. So, I have about five weeks and a day to go. Not that I’m counting.

On 1 April or thereafter, I’m going to crack open one of these babies. Since Wednesday, I’ve been eyeing them up somewhat more enthusiastically every time I open the fridge, but that’s all. My eyes have been thirsty.


beautiful INDAH products

I seem to have jumped on the coconut oil bandwagon. Not shown in this photo is the extra virgin coconut oil I bought for consumption. But I have been consuming small amounts of it this week – a half teaspoonful of the stuff in my tea, of all things. It’s quite odd to be adding oil to tea. I haven’t cooked any meals at home this week, but if I had done so I would’ve substituted the coconut oil for the usual sunflower oil or whatever it is that’s currently in the kitchen.

EVCO aside, I couldn’t go past the body butter (patchouli! sandalwood!) nor the perfume balm (jasmine!). I am really enjoying these so far, I must say!

The irony hasn’t escaped me, though. As a child growing up in Malaysia, my grandmother used to make DIY coconut oil and we used to put it in our hair for unbeatably soft, smooth and shiny hair. I remember being teased at school for being a hick with coconut-oiled hair, but what the heck! Everyone wants the natural stuff these days. We’ve come full circle, back to our coconut tree and its strange fruit  (and oil).


Repetto love

Sure I’m no dancer, but I’m a Repetto fan. This pair is the ‘Bolchoi‘ in black calfskin. I love the shape and the pleat detail at the front of the shoe, the suede toe-cap, but most of all, the way Repetto fits just so, hugging the foot for snug and comfortable wear.

This is my fourth pair since 2007, or maybe 2008, it wasn’t that long ago, but I forget. That aside, what I mean is, alhough I always consider other makers of ballet flats when it comes time for a new pair, these days I seem to end up going back to Repetto. My first pair was from David Jones Sydney, second and third pairs from Harvey Nichols Leeds, and this pair, Selfridges London. I hope the next pair I purchase will be from 22 rue de la Paix, the home of Repetto itself! Surely I’m (over)due for another visit to the City of Light.

In case you were wondering what brought on this post, it’s because I’m coming to terms with the end of summer this week, which means the shoes are gradually, finally, replacing the sandals and Havaianas. I’m gutted about summer’s sticky slow demise, of course – I am every year! – but I’m trying to think positively about the coming months. Running/exercise will be less taxing in the reduced heat, and there’s something to be said for the fashions in the colder months.