The Price of Being Wonderful

 Good Evening or Good Morning or Good Afternoon, depending on where you are & what time it is.
It just so happens that where I am right now is evening.
This past week or so, I've been heavily ensconsced in the Jenna Lyons Genre, or should I say, Oevre? I may even go so far to say that I've got a Style Crush on Jenna which is something that I rarely, if ever, admit to.
In case you don't know Jenna, she is a Style Icon who is responsible for revitalising an Old Stalwart Clothing Brand, J. Crew, a brand that we don't have in Australia & quite frankly, I don't think we miss it.

 Jenna is v. tall (maybe almost 7 foot tall if she is wearing v.v. high heels)  &wears set of dentures which makes me wonder what she looks like when she takes them out at nite to soak them in Steradent. But perhaps, things have moved on in the Dentistry World since 1965 & you no longer have to soak them.
Goodness, there are so many Unanswered Questions in this world!
Over the past couple of years Jenna has become v. visible. She wears bright colours & prints & denim & maybe was responsible for coining the adage, 'Black is Not a Colour'. She's the sort of person who you could imagine using the phrase, 'Pop of Colour' at least a dozen times a day.
Sadly, there are v. few opportunities in the classroom for me to talk like that.
But you can see from the top photo that I am wearing more of a Bang of Colour than a Pop.

I began my Style Crush some time ago & then promptly forgot about it. There were so many other things to think about. (Turning 60; whether or not to buy a Longchamps Le Pliage Tote Bag even though it seems that it is The Seniors Bag of Choice; going on the 5:2 diet & only eating 500 calories two days a week for the rest of my life; immersing myself in Jamie's 15 Minute Meals; hosting dinners; making Copyright-Violating Videos  which no one hardly watches; Buying weekly outfits from Bednobs etc.) I could go on.

But then last week or so, I was again reminded of Jenna when I faithfully trawled through a large collection of photos of Stylish Fab People at the Met Gala which I really really wanted to go to but was later glad that I didn't because apparently, it was a v. hot & crowded experience, much like a Rush-Hour Train Journey.
Poor Fab Stylish People.
Anyway, I came across a photo of Jenna looking extraordinary at the Met Gala. In fact, hers was the only outfit I really liked, although I wouldn't wear it because I'd look silly.
And my Style Crush began all over again.
I've spent hours looking at photos of her. And I was Never Bored when I was doing it.

I noticed a number of things:
She likes wearing Day & Night together.
She wears loads of denim.
She generally towers over everyone she is in a photograph with. Here she is above with Kate Spade & her daughter on the left & another lady in the middle. I made the sudden realisation that us smaller people tend to look like Little Munchkins when we're in a photo next to a tall person. Not that the people above look like Munchkins. But I certainly would.
And I also realised that I was a little Jealous of Jenna. Her imposing height, her clothes horse figure, & how everyone wants to copy her style. Oh, but I wasn't jealous of her dentures.
Maybe that's the price you have to pay for being so Wonderful.

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You may or may not recall that in my Mother's Day Post, I  had a photo of myself wearing grey sweat pants with the title, Boganista. It was quite a confronting look.
You may be relieved to see that the following day I made a special effort to Glam Up in order to counteract the effect of the Sweats. I do believe that Sweat Pants are Addictive or perhaps even contagious.
I'm even wearing Nude coloured pantihose, a style that has been revitalised by Pippa Middleton. I haven't worn them in decades but decided to give them a go & now I'm hooked.

In fact, I'm wearing Nude Tights in the outfit I wore the next day & even in the one below.
It makes me feel closer to The Queen.

Those earrings in the above photo are so tight that they are Making Mincemeat of my Lobes.
No wonder they look like Old Oysters.

The Lobe Crushing Earrings got another outing the next day.
Total glutton for punishment.

Finally, here I am the day after my weekly boot camp where I run around Yaranabee Park in Darling Point in Sydney like a maniac & then box, & then do a gruelling circuit involving mini-trampolines, weights & skipping ropes & other instruments of torture.
When I get home, I'm exhausted. But do you think I can get to sleep?
Absolutely Not.
All those Elderly Endophins dance around my system & I spend hours staring at the ceiling.

Channelling The Queen Mother on Mother's Day

As I type, I feel slightly anxious as I've got my usual Sunday Nite guests arriving in under a half a hour, and I really should be out in the kitchen slaving over yet another pot of Frozen Green Pea Soup which has become my Default Dinner Party Soup because its soo easy, its almost a joke soup.
All you do is cut up an onion, fry it in butter & then shove in a kilo of frozen green peas, some water & a whole load of My Favourite Disgusting Magic Ingredient, Instant Stock Powder which I'm sure is filled with some hateful toxic ingredient that I can't even bear to think about.
I'm serving the soup with some cream & mint leaves & some frozen crusty little baby bread rolls.
Thankfully, AJ is bringing the main course.
Anyway, all I want to say is Happy Mother's Day to myself & any other Mother who may be reading this. Even after all these years, I still can't believe I'm a Mother or that I didn't accidentally drop her or drown her in the bath when she was a baby which is what I was always terrified of doing.
Must get back to the kitchen.....

My Life in Pictures

Dear me, I wish I could think of a better title for this blog entry.
But I can't.
It's too late & I've spent hours composing catchy text on all these photos which you are about to see if you bother to stick around, on a new wonderful app I found in my Second Favourite Store in the World, The App Store.
Perhaps as little as a year ago, I'd never heard of An App Store, but now like the rest of The First World, I can't keep away from the place.
It's too too exciting.
Anyway, the title , My Life in Pictures is misleading because there's just so much more that's been going on that sadly I don't have photos for.
Like, how I'm trying to do the 5:2 Diet where I severely limit my calories two days a week in order to stave off the Bad Things That Happen to Older People.
Like, how my Sunday Nite Dinner Invitees & I are immersed in Season Six of Mad Men & how much we love the look of the sixties but perhaps not the feel.
Like, how much time I'm increasingly spending looking at pictures of furry animals like pandas on the Internet when I should be working.
Like, how I visited my daughter Maeflower & her fiancé in Canberra & how the trees were shedding their leaves just like they do in the Northern Hemisphere & I wish I could write a lyrical Haiku about it.
Like, how Maeflower introduced me to Jamie's 15 Minute Meals that are really 45 Minute Meals, but I love them anyway.
Like, how I'm trying to be more like Anna Wintour & wear Not Black.
Like, how in my private moments, I'm becoming a Boganista, which is a term that I fancy that I may have made up, which means a person who has perfected the art of wearing sweat pants & ugg boots.
Like how I'm constantly listening to Dusty Springfield & Alicia Key's, "Brand New Me" on my iPhone as I trudge down the hill to school each morning. I still can't kick the habit of Whitney Houston's, "I Didn't Know My Own Strength", which I really have got to give up very soon.