It had to be a good omen - the sun was shining, the birds were singing and the clouds were at bay - I was off into town for the launch of the utterly fabilis book by Aisling McDermott - The Beaut.ie Guide to Gorgeous. This book does exactly what it says on the cover - talking about the beaut, the whole beaut, and nothing but the beaut.ie!
Myself and The Hubs headed into town early so we could park the car & have a little wander before the midday launch and book signing (for which he was planning to skedaddle into Tower Records for some man time). Ooh, I do love the 3rd floor in BT's - homewares are loved almost as much as beauty products Chez Baba and a good candle-sniffing session was on the cards. Most of 'em were just rank. The funniest one was called "Log Fire" which spelled exactly like one of the cottages in Bunratty Folk Park - brought me right back to my Colaiste Bhride Rannafeirste gaeltacht experience. Eventually we made our way down via the posho ladies clothes - a sequinned geansai by Chloe for €350 - Hubs told me to buy two!!!
We got down to the ground floor and there was already a whole heap of people in a queue-like manner near the display, so I dispatched Hubs off to squander his cash on mental, sorry metal, music and I went down to where the action was. Most of the ladies queueing were relatively normal apart from two junion Foxrock Fannies behind me who, at the tender age of 15, were yah-ing about how OMG I just like totally need this Mulberry purse in purple. Drove me bonkers and I was itching to wire her braces to the nearest security tag just for the sheer fun of it. Finally, after trying and failing to ignore the pistachio macaroons from Laduree, Amy Huberman hopped up to enthuse about the book (god she's tiny and pretty... and I'm still not hatin' on her) and finally I got to buy the buke and rootle in the stuffed goody bag. Oh I only had a little glance inside as I love to wallow in the stash in the privacy of my own bedroom, showing The Hubs yet more goodies for me to play with. Aisling looked gorgeous - beootiful frock, flawless makeup and very very lovely in person.
I got to meet some of the other lovely beaut.ie bloggers - they are all gorgeous with perfect makeup and accessories - before I had to head off to see one of my nieces do a star turn as a mascot at the Bray Wanderers -v- Liverpool Legends match at the Carlisle Ground.
Now for a spot of ironing, otherwise I'll be going to work in my jammies tomorrow and I'm too posh to work that particular look!!!
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
A Sick Sense of Humour
I've been a little bit sick for the past 2 weeks - it started off as a cold, turned into bronchitis and ended up as bad asthma, so I've been feeling rather a lot under the weather of late. Two doctors visits, a rake of drugs and two inhalers later, I'm back on the road to recovery which is lucky as the sick cert expires tomorrow!
At this stage I've coughed so much that I've strained the muscles in my chest & back which makes for a small wee bit of discomfort when you're trying not to laugh at your VBF Freak who has now developed a case of the snots. She has been laughing at me over the past week for being bedbound and watching too much 60-Minute Makeover and Jeremy Kyle than is healthy for the average person, so revenge is sweet.
We're planning a bit of a work reunion on Friday night and I've been persuading Hubs and Freak that I will be perfectly fit to attend (look, we've a hotel room in town booked and I'm not wasting the opportunity for a good drunken girlie gossip). This morning she mailed me to tell me she was suffering from manflu, god love her. She was told to get the drugs into her and stop whining. Tonight on the phone, I nearly went into spasm laughing at her bunged up conversation
"Where are you"
"Knoansdjdhasnnnn Hinnnnnn"
"Where?"
"Knoansdjdhasnnnn Hinnnnnn" - she meant Knockmaroon Hill - "near the Snnnnnaaabbnnnyyyy Beennnnnnnzzz" - near the Strawberry Beds.
I think a packet of Tunes is in order!
At this stage I've coughed so much that I've strained the muscles in my chest & back which makes for a small wee bit of discomfort when you're trying not to laugh at your VBF Freak who has now developed a case of the snots. She has been laughing at me over the past week for being bedbound and watching too much 60-Minute Makeover and Jeremy Kyle than is healthy for the average person, so revenge is sweet.
We're planning a bit of a work reunion on Friday night and I've been persuading Hubs and Freak that I will be perfectly fit to attend (look, we've a hotel room in town booked and I'm not wasting the opportunity for a good drunken girlie gossip). This morning she mailed me to tell me she was suffering from manflu, god love her. She was told to get the drugs into her and stop whining. Tonight on the phone, I nearly went into spasm laughing at her bunged up conversation
"Where are you"
"Knoansdjdhasnnnn Hinnnnnn"
"Where?"
"Knoansdjdhasnnnn Hinnnnnn" - she meant Knockmaroon Hill - "near the Snnnnnaaabbnnnyyyy Beennnnnnnzzz" - near the Strawberry Beds.
I think a packet of Tunes is in order!
Monday, September 21, 2009
The Afternoon Shite
Today, I was having many many sneezes in the bed when I got a call from my VBF Freak who was enroute from her holiday home in the Sunny South East. She was up bright and early this morning & flicked onto a repeat of last Friday's Afternoon Show... what she saw brought tears to her eyes, and not in a good way.
Who in the name of all that is relatively fashionable dresses Sheana Keane and Baby Seoige? My piss-poor wardrobe could have made them look better, and that's not something to be proud of, considering that my collection of garments doesn't encompass Fran & Jane, the better stores in Fundrum or even a Diane von Furstenberg wrap dress. It's more a hodge podge of H&M, Tescho, M&S, Penneys and whatever else (a) fits and (b) is relatively presentable.
Saint Sile of the immaculate eyebrows was wearing this maggot cranberry coloured top which wouldn't have flattered a three piece suite. It was baggy in all the wrong places, the "plunge" neckline was as dowdy as Emily Bishop's twinsets and was just wrong. Do they not have friends or full length mirrors in that place?
Now as for Sheana. She's a really pretty girl but on Friday, I think she should have gone to Specsavers. The top was, and still is, indescribable. Meself & Freak couldn't get our heads around it - was it an apron gone wrong? Where did the pink bits come from? And why did nobody tell her that it was just rancid. Then there was the hair. Her roots were longer than Freaks (and she is a disgrace) and the makeup looked as it had been in place from the night before - it was very "walk of shame" and not in a good way.
I know I can't talk with my current wardrobe of red dressing gown, pink t-shirt and fluffy slippers but at last I've an excuse... I'm off sick! Back to the very comfortable bed and the joys of City Homicide, two inhalers and a pile of trash mags for me.
Who in the name of all that is relatively fashionable dresses Sheana Keane and Baby Seoige? My piss-poor wardrobe could have made them look better, and that's not something to be proud of, considering that my collection of garments doesn't encompass Fran & Jane, the better stores in Fundrum or even a Diane von Furstenberg wrap dress. It's more a hodge podge of H&M, Tescho, M&S, Penneys and whatever else (a) fits and (b) is relatively presentable.
Saint Sile of the immaculate eyebrows was wearing this maggot cranberry coloured top which wouldn't have flattered a three piece suite. It was baggy in all the wrong places, the "plunge" neckline was as dowdy as Emily Bishop's twinsets and was just wrong. Do they not have friends or full length mirrors in that place?
Now as for Sheana. She's a really pretty girl but on Friday, I think she should have gone to Specsavers. The top was, and still is, indescribable. Meself & Freak couldn't get our heads around it - was it an apron gone wrong? Where did the pink bits come from? And why did nobody tell her that it was just rancid. Then there was the hair. Her roots were longer than Freaks (and she is a disgrace) and the makeup looked as it had been in place from the night before - it was very "walk of shame" and not in a good way.
I know I can't talk with my current wardrobe of red dressing gown, pink t-shirt and fluffy slippers but at last I've an excuse... I'm off sick! Back to the very comfortable bed and the joys of City Homicide, two inhalers and a pile of trash mags for me.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Shop Till You Drop...
The internet is a fabulous invention, especially with online shopping. You don't even have to get into your car and brave the beautiful Irish weather heading to Dundrum. This week has been a spendy time indeed.
My very old and much-loved Dell PC is on it's last legs and needs upgrading. I found a charming gentleman in Wicklow who is going to come and give it the TLC it deserves - new RAM, 1TB of hard disk memory and generally prolong it's life to save me buying a laptop (if I get one, Hubs will never see me again!).
A few months ago, I bought a media hard drive from a company in the UK so I could store all my TV downloads & we could watch them on our TV downstairs. All worked well for a month or two and then the USB connection packed up. I emailed them, sent it back, got it back. it worked for 2 weeks and the same problem happened. Back it went over the water. It worked ONCE after that. All I wanted was for them to replace the case and I would be happy. Nope. They started to play silly buggers and only wanted to refund me - which means I would lose absolutely everything I'd spent months collecting. I was rightly p*ssed off to put it mildly.
And then the nice computer man came up with solutions to save my stuff - so now I'm H A P P Y (as is Hubs because he hasn't quite finished watching the last season of Waterloo Road!)
Oh, I just remembered that I had a big mad Ebay spree on Essie nail polish too - 6 bottles of the stuff - which still hasn't arrived, and an early birthday present from myself to myself - a big bottle of my fave perfume - Sugar by Fresh which you can't get here any more which I have stashed away at the back of the cupboard.
Now all I need is the Tesco Visa bill to land on the mat... can't wait!!!
My very old and much-loved Dell PC is on it's last legs and needs upgrading. I found a charming gentleman in Wicklow who is going to come and give it the TLC it deserves - new RAM, 1TB of hard disk memory and generally prolong it's life to save me buying a laptop (if I get one, Hubs will never see me again!).
A few months ago, I bought a media hard drive from a company in the UK so I could store all my TV downloads & we could watch them on our TV downstairs. All worked well for a month or two and then the USB connection packed up. I emailed them, sent it back, got it back. it worked for 2 weeks and the same problem happened. Back it went over the water. It worked ONCE after that. All I wanted was for them to replace the case and I would be happy. Nope. They started to play silly buggers and only wanted to refund me - which means I would lose absolutely everything I'd spent months collecting. I was rightly p*ssed off to put it mildly.
And then the nice computer man came up with solutions to save my stuff - so now I'm H A P P Y (as is Hubs because he hasn't quite finished watching the last season of Waterloo Road!)
Oh, I just remembered that I had a big mad Ebay spree on Essie nail polish too - 6 bottles of the stuff - which still hasn't arrived, and an early birthday present from myself to myself - a big bottle of my fave perfume - Sugar by Fresh which you can't get here any more which I have stashed away at the back of the cupboard.
Now all I need is the Tesco Visa bill to land on the mat... can't wait!!!
Thursday, August 13, 2009
My Husband Is A Music Snob
Oh yes he is. We were at a wedding the other week and the usual stuff came on - Joe Dolan & Neil Diamond. Well the lip curled up and he hissed "god I hate this shite". This from a man who has the biggest collection of U2, AC/DC, Metallica and Iron Maiden albums known to man... how very dare he. I remember when we were planning our wedding that we had some unmerciful "full and frank exchanges of views" on music to be played on the night. We didn't have a band because we spent the money on lovely fireworks instead, and had a great DJ for the whole night. I got my way and had both Sweet Caroline and Good Lookin' Woman playing to a packed dancefloor!
I love Dizzee Rascal and it drives him potty - every time Bonkers comes on the radio in the car, I turn it up & he turns it off, which results in a quick hand slap and reinstatement of the music. We were watching Glastonbury on BBC a few weeks ago and I knew all the new bands - just shows that Today FM play a lot of upcoming stuff as I have it on beside me in the office all day long. Your man was doing the whole "oh it's just a rehash of the 80's stuff which was much better to begin with". Sacred Heart of Jesus, how I didn't smother him with a cushion is beyond me.
I wouldn't mind, but this is the man who (before he met me) saw both Garth Brooks and Level 42 in concert. As Elbow would say, grounds for divorce!!
I love Dizzee Rascal and it drives him potty - every time Bonkers comes on the radio in the car, I turn it up & he turns it off, which results in a quick hand slap and reinstatement of the music. We were watching Glastonbury on BBC a few weeks ago and I knew all the new bands - just shows that Today FM play a lot of upcoming stuff as I have it on beside me in the office all day long. Your man was doing the whole "oh it's just a rehash of the 80's stuff which was much better to begin with". Sacred Heart of Jesus, how I didn't smother him with a cushion is beyond me.
I wouldn't mind, but this is the man who (before he met me) saw both Garth Brooks and Level 42 in concert. As Elbow would say, grounds for divorce!!
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