Nov 18, 2015

Putting My Feet Up. The Power of the Blow Dry.

Ever have those days where your definition of heaven would simply be to just put your feet up on the sofa that's parked in an open living space that's comfortably lived in rather than curated?

That was me yesterday afternoon.  The house was silent (but disorderly), there was sun streaming through the windows, the laundry was up to date and from where I was lying down, the floorboards looked practically clean.

I only had to decouch for a couple of things.

The first was to answer the door and sign for a parcel from shoebuy - an American online shoe company that ships superfast to Australia.  In the parcel were these Rockport Total Motion 75mm Pumps.  They actually sound more like a pair of performance trainers which perhaps they are because they are so comfortable to wear despite the heel height.  They have lots of cushioning in the sole as well as rubberized soles with more grip than you'd expect for a fashion heel.  The colour is warm taupe and I'm seeing a future for them as my summer heel of choice for work.

Fashion heel.  It's amazing what a few decades and a toddler can do to your interpretation of the phrase.  There's a delicious irony in the fact that I still read InStyle whose definition of The High Life are spindly stiletto heeled Louboutin mules and impossibly high pink metallic slip ons while I life a High Life Reality of sensibly heeled shoes with closed toes and backs in an array of sturdy leathers.  But I do like looking at all the pretty pictures and sometimes, there's a good hint or two to be picked up from its pages of gloss and improbability.  Like how the secret to longer lasting red lips is a three layered approach finishing with tinted (never clear) gloss.  Or, that the secret to a high up do with staying power is to insert bobby pins misted with dry shampoo grippy side down into your hair.  Who knew.

Speaking of hair.  That was the second thing that dragged me off the sofa yesterday.  I even managed to get an invite to my hairdresser's Christmas cocktail party with my Bay Blow Dry.

Necklace - Red Phoenix Emporium, dress - My Boutique, hair - wish I was born with it...

It's purported to last a week (the blow dry, not the party but you never know your luck....) and it's hard not to be chirpy on the morning coffee run when your hair is bouncing at your shoulders in perfect long and loose curls.  I can see how a weekly blow dry could get so addictive as to be considered one of life's essentials.  In another life, perhaps.

I was baking for my brother and sister law over the weekend.  The CWA Biscuits and Slices book never disappoints.

Toddler SSG was on hand to help (and taste test).

Everyone loved the chocolate rough.

It was a bit touch and go with the lemon slice when I nearly forgot to add the dessicated coconut.

Lucky I remembered just in time.

Care package baking done, I'm on track to start on the Christmas things soon.  Which makes it all sound more elaborate than it will actually be but at this stage rum balls and biscuits that Toddler SSG can cookie cutter and decorate are high on the list.

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