Cheers to the Weekend. The Big Issues.


Cheers to the weekend, everybody.

One of my beloved uni besties brought me home these champagne flavoured Pocky from her last trip to Japan.  Words just cannot do them justice.  Remember when Lindt toyed around with the champagne flavoured Lindor balls?  And how they weren’t all that….  Well, these Pocky actually taste of champagne in a very pleasant and subtle way.  It did do my head in how a chocolate coated biscuit could taste so bubbly but they do and I hope some visionary decides to import these to Australia very soon.
The champagne moments with my wifi at home have been few and very far between this week.  I was plagued by the ominous red flashing @ most of the week as I’ve been struggling to get access to the work intranet from home.  We’re into the second week of emails of screenshots to the IT help desk.  I’m nearly broken.
I reckon I’m only holding it together thanks to my liberal application of Eve Lom’s Light Illusion Concealer ($45 AUD at Mecca, available in 6 shades).
I’m onto my second tube as of today.  I love that it’s light weight with medium coverage that doesn’t crease, wrinkle or cake under my eyes.  It brightens to such an extent that it’s really noticeable (sigh…) when I’m not wearing it and going makeup free (ie any non work day of the week and the entire weekend).  It has a brush tip applicator and you click the bottom to release product through the brush.  I tend to apply it with by fingers after streaking a bit onto the side of my thumb.

While technology often fails me and often in a spectacular fashion, old school stationery seldom does.  It made me so happy on that day I was having serious internet issues to be able to find my favourite yellow index cards available at the local newsagent.  You never have to worry about software updates, passwords, internet speeds or compatability issues with index cards.  All you need is a biro that works and a card box if you’re feeling fancy.

And how about those spools of stick on labels that you can just pull off the roll and write on.  No complicated attempts to feed pages of labels into the special slot of your printer, getting them right side up and then ensuring that your text fits within the borders of each label.  I have been guilty on more than one occasion of accidentally printing my stuff at work on pages of labels.  It never ends well.  Label pages just don’t fold the same as plain printer pages do.  Labels always unpeel a little and they stick to literally everything as I suppose you’d hope that they do, 

Speaking of sticky situations.  I love the way Scanlon Theodore dresses look in store and on the celebrities whose Instagram accounts I not so secretly follow.  I don’t think Roxy wears much Scanlon but I do follow her Instagram and her de facto page over on the Daily Mail’s website.  That confession really does need a post of its own plus or minus an intervention from yourselves, dear discerning readers.  I’m trying to unpack the reasons for my fascination.  So complicated and possibly so illogical.  Our lives are diametrically opposed yet there’s something about the way she portrays her life that compels me to look inwards and try and draw parallels which in turn keeps me going back for more on Instagram.  Then there’s the personal ethos of determination, self worth (high) and work ethic (also high).  Oh and, okay, I’ll confess… the clothes and the accessories.  If I ever pursue further postgraduate study, I just might have to do my thesis on the Roxy and I dynamic.

But to get back on point.  Scanlon Theodore.  Such beautiful dresses.  Take this (very stiff) crepe bandage dress. I love the bottle green, I love the length, the fabric really pulls everything into some kind of vortex but how does one even get into the dress?  There’s no zippers and when I congratulated myself for getting into said dress, had a look in the communal (of course) mirror, the sales assistant suggested one size smaller.

I have several questions for you today, readers.

Do you print out stuff at work on the wrong paper on the regular?  Do you then photocopy your print outs so they do end up being on the right kind of paper?

Where do you go for a killer dress?  Bonus points if it’s one of those chi chi places with dramatically curtained, well appointed change rooms but which also ironically only have that one communal mirror five painful metres from where you have to get changed.  Or just hit me with your favourites from Net A Porter.

And Roxy.  Tell me I’m not alone.  We need to discuss.


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