Month: August 2012

  • An Arm Party. Shirt Semantics. Off the Cuff Pasta.

    An Arm Party.  Shirt Semantics.  Off the Cuff Pasta.

    I don’t know what blogger is doing these days but I lost this post from last night (Thursday August 30) and have had to rewrite it today, Friday August 31.  The realization has nearly made me cry tears of rage today but I’m keeping my chin up because it’s Friday and it’s the last day of winter…

  • It Feels Like the End Of the Week, Even If It Technically Isn’t.

    It Feels Like the End Of the Week, Even If It Technically Isn’t.

    There’s nothing like having a can of ice cold soft drink nestled next to the hand break to make you feel as if you’re in the middle of a summer holiday road trip.  Even if you are on a rather industrial main road, on your way home from work after working through the weekend and…

  • And Then There Was Space. Caviar and Pearl Serum Miracles – Not An Understatement.

    When you start your Saturday with leftover ham and pineapple pizza for breakfast, you start your day ready for anything. One day, I’ll actually make that step from reading AGT over breakfast to cooking something from its recipe pages. Well almost anything.  The sun was shining, spring was in the air and with those two…

  • First Lady Frocks. What Happens In Vegas. Target Treasures.

    Remember this old faithful ASOS dress from last year? Well, Michelle Obama does and she loves her’s just as much as I love mine. This is a snap of Michelle in her ASOS (with Barack) from last night’s Entertainment Tonight interview.  Their interview was probably the best thing about ET, actually.  Sometimes all that in…

  • Brownies, Burritos and Jumeirah Janes.

    Brownies, Burritos and Jumeirah Janes.

    After last weekend’s birthday cake fiasco, I wanted Sunday’s baking project to be foolproof. So I played it safe with a brownie mix.  In bulk and from Costco, naturally.  I’m a big fan of Ghiradelli’s dark chocolate squares so choosing their brand of brownie mix (studded with three different kinds of Ghiradelli chocolate chip) over…

  • Life Beyond the Diamond Collective. Bathers for Bumps.

    Life Beyond the Diamond Collective.  Bathers for Bumps.

    www.decanchronicle.com As the key demographic groups for  print and online newspapers start to demarcate quite distinctly, it’s probably not unexpected that the lead articles on the home page or the front page of each edition differs accordingly.  As an avid reader of both media, I’m getting the distinct impression that the broadsheet (soon to be…

  • Tunes. The Very Hungry Caterpillar. My Skin Care Saviour.

    Tunes.  The Very Hungry Caterpillar.  My Skin Care Saviour.

    It’s a glorious time of the year, isn’t it?  Winter is on its last legs here and the sun is making an appearance earlier in the morning these days as well.  It’s also hanging around into the late afternoon.  There’s no denying the fact that feeling the sun on my face again also puts a…

  • Red Was the Colour of Almost Everything Today. The Third Olsen Twin.

    Red Was the Colour of Almost Everything Today.  The Third Olsen Twin.

    There comes a point in late winter when the stodgy meals can get to a girl. Another 2 litres of ketchup to get me through the second half of this pregnancy. For me, that moment came this morning when I realised that I’d practically singlehandedly finished 2 litres of Heinz Tomato Ketchup over the last…

  • Thinking and Measuring. Drowned Cake. StriVectin Bargains.

    Thinking and Measuring.  Drowned Cake.  StriVectin Bargains.

    It’s been a weekend of thinking caps and measuring tapes at SSG Manor this weekend. Armed with our trusty pocket measuring tape, Mr SSG and I braved the weekend crowds for a trip to our local Baby Bunting to workshop nursery furniture options.  It’s always a concise shopping expedition when Mr SSG is involved.  With…

  • Incandescent Friday.

    Incandescent Friday.

    As I drove home in the wind gusts last night, I couldn’t help but grin smugly to myself.  The day had gone to plan and I’d hit the road before peak hour.  Best of all, the traffic was moving pretty freely for a Friday night.  Sure there were a few accidents and police cars whizzing…