Saturday, May 7, 2011
Meanwhile, In the Hall of Mirrors..
It's Saturday Nite & for what seems like hours, I've been Unsatisfactorily Channel Surfing. I'm worn ragged from being tossed from One Lousy Show to the Next.
What, O What, am I doing watching 'I Own Britain's Best Home'?
FYI, each week three Smugly Perky presenters walk us through three British Houses. Like a 300 year old Thatched Cottage with a massive Spa & Home Theatre in the middle of it or a Stately Ancestral home that's drowning in flock wallpaper & pelmets. At the end of the show, viewers get to vote for their favourite house of the week which will compete in the final show of the season with all the other houses that have been voted for.
I sincerely hope I've explained all that to you clearly enough.
At least I'm not like my parents. When they were my age, they were sitting around in their lounge room sipping scotch & sodas, watching 'Wild Kingdom' & listening to Al Martino records.
I wonder if anyone remembers that show & that singer?
I hardly do. But I remember that 'Wild Kingdom' was a sunday nite staple that seemed to go on & on for years & years. Like my Entire Childhood & Adolescence & Early Adulthood. As soon as I'd hear the presenter, Marlin Perkins say off camera, 'Watch while Jim (the other presenter) wrestles with this nasty boa constrictor,' I'd leave the room.
From Beyond the Grave.
I'd do the same when they dragged out the Al Martino records. The only song of his I can remember was Mum's favourite - 'I Love You & Don't You Forget It'. She'd get Dad to play that song over & over. I had completely forgotten it until the other day. I was trying on a fab Diane Von Furstenberg wrap dress in the change room at 'Bednobs' & right at the moment when I looked at myself in the mirror, it came on the radio.
It was just like Mum was there only she wasn't.
I'm not sure if I believe in that sort of thing, although I do know that she would have loved the DVF Wrap Dress. So did I. So I bought it. You'll see it eventually if you bother hanging around long enough. But not until the next post at the v. earliest.
Not a Crime Against Noses.
Anyway, talking of Totally Fab & Wonderful Things, look look look at me above & below, fondling two beautiful gifts that I received from my great friend & colleague, Trixie Drew.
In case you were wondering, they are Both Candles, made by Cire Trudon, a 268 year old Candle Manufacturer who made candles for Marie-Antoinette who, incidentally is not one of my Role Models . Below, I'm holding a plain wax candle made in the shape of M-A. Of course I will never light it. I will just admire it.
But I've certainly lit the other candle. In fact, as I type, my olfactory glands are greedily soaking up the gentle aroma of the wooden floors of the Hall of Mirrors at the Palais de Versailles
I kid you not. Who would have thought you could turn the smell of a room into a scented candle?
And the wonderful thing is, there isn't a hint of vanilla or cinnamon or perhaps pine or even the ocean in it, which I think are the most repellent smells that a scented candle can produce
. In fact, they are all Crimes Against Noses.
BTW, I'm wearing a recently thrifted 'Jaegar' Jacket that sadly is a bit big on the shoulders. Perhaps it is a relic from the eighties. I'm not sure, but I'm determined to wear it. I was sooo thrilled when I noted a new double page ad for 'Jaegar' in a recent UK 'Vogue'. I felt Quietly Reassured that I am part of the Zeitgeist after all.
Crumpled But Never Ruffled.
I've never been An Ironer. My mother simply wouldn't let me. I was left-handed & everything I did looked kind of wrong or Dangerous to her. So I don't iron. This much is obvious in the photo below. I'm synchronistically standing in front of a little drawing I did for my Year 10 class when one student pronounced 'Irony' like Iron with a double 'e' at the end. You may notice that my fab little thrifted 'Scanlan & Theodore' jacket is Badly in Need of an Iron.
Apparently, the new thing is to own a Steamer which has got nothing to do with Vegetables. I was told this morning by the volunteer sales assistant at 'Bednobs' that you can buy them for as little as forty dollars on eBay, but if you buy them anywhere else, they can be over a hundred.
I May, repeat, May consider investing in one.
BTW, no one bothered to mention to me that my jacket was crumpled. I guess everyone I work with or teach is too polite or too bored to tell me.
She brought her wonderful new camera with her which made my camera look like a toy. We spent an entire day photographing everything in sight, including the view on my rooftop. On the one side is the city, with the Centrepoint Tower in the middle & then there's the Harbour Bridge.
BTW, Maeflower is wearing a splendid dress from 'Tree O' Life'. Her necklace is Nepalese from her recent trip there. Oh, & she's wearing wonderful Italian leather gladiators that I generously donated to her.
And now I don't hardly at all.
I was totally gripped with fear when I heard on the news about this man in Italy whose body suddenly decided that it was Done Sleeping. Sadly, he died after about a month. That story motivated me to Get Serious About Sleeping.
And it's kind of Paid off.
Below is a 'Corporate Lumberjack' look. I've always been a sucker for cozy plaid flannelette, even though it has Bogan Overtones. The Business Jacket is by 'H&M'. We don't have 'H&M' in Australia & we've only just got our first 'Zara'. Big Whoop. But of course it's all thrifted anyway. Oh, & I've got a rather strange brooch on featuring a bejewelled plastic peacock which rather looks like a dinosaur.
Totally past My Official Weekend Bedtime.