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:: thursday 10 january 2002 "where it all started..."
I just can't get blogger
to work for me so must be the thickest person on the planet.
Nothing else for it but to follow my mother's advice "If
you want something doing, do it yourself." Sometimes
I think take this too literally & end up doing everything
for everyone. Guess that's all part & parcel of being
a mum (to Tom, Daisy, George & Arthur.)
It was great to have total freedom with the design of this
page tho' and i've picked really girlie colours and a 50's
retro look which I love (even tho' i'm a 60's babe.) Kinda
reminds me of stuff we had at home when i was little. Ate
out tonight en famile at the local-ish 50's diner (complete
with pink cadillac on the roof.) Overcooked chicken, nice
salad & so-so cheesecake. Shame as it's usually really
good.
At least the company was the best.
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:: friday 11 january 2002
Saw the most to die for Betsey
Johnson slip dress on sale in a local store: cream &
pink retro flowers with a lace-trimmed hem and only £25!!!
($40) The downside? a UK size 8 (US size 4??) Even my
vivid imagination couldn't squeeze itself into that.
Since i've been sitting here at a pc most days, nibbling on
nuts & anything else to hand (partly in boredom while
surfing & waiting for pages to load etc.) i've got soooo
unfit & have gone from a UK size 10 to a 14. Along with
probably half the population, my NY's resolution is to get
fit & get slim. Not for anyone else, just me. I have a
wardrobe of clothes which have either shrunk or are trying
to tell me something.
Weight's a personal thing & I don't believe anyone should
feel they have to look a certain way if they're happy &
healthy. I don't feel too healthy so i'll be dragging the
Pilates machine out from under the bed & exercising my
sluggish body into shape over the coming months.
today rated 7 groovy on the groovy scale (would have been
8+ if i'd got the dress. how shallow is that?)
"I don't exercise. If God wanted me to bend over He would
have put diamonds on the floor." Joan
Rivers
"Never eat anything at one sitting that you can't lift."
Miss Piggy
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:: saturday 12 january 2002
Ahhh the weekend. Late lie in this morning (9am is
late when you have 4 kids.) Got up & made fresh coffee
then did a bit of surfing after picking up my mail, checking
out a few great British sites:
Glad to see that Lulu
Guinness' cool-looking web site is now open with gorgeous
pics of wish-list handbags.
Dropped in at Molton
Brown where i get all my bathtime goodies (along with
Cher, Tom Cruise & Madonna) and then off to see if
Liz
Earle's web site has reopened yet as i'm also getting
low on skin treats. No. Poor skin.
What a wonderfully sybaritic morning!
Going over to Pixelitas
later today - it's full of awesome talent and i'm their
newbiest newbie i think. Maybe i'll see a few faces i
recognize and get to meet lots of nice new people too.
I had to create an 'about me' page sort of thing for them
which you can see here |
i love lulu guinness bags ! |
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:: sunday 13 january 2002
tv
heaven
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Horrid cold, dark, foggy day so after doing various
stuff that had to be done, vegged out in front of a
roaring fire watching favourite old black & white
movies: Hitchcock's "Rebecca" &
"Strangers on a Train" and the brilliant
Alec Guiness in "Kind Hearts & Coronets."
Retro
Movies
I must have seen them all half a dozen times but isn't
there something cosy & comforting about familiarity?
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:: monday 14 january 2002
Not many people know this, but in 1975
i was going to marry one of the Bay
City Rollers
I wasn't quite sure which one - it was a toss up between
Les & Eric. Les was lean & sexy while Eric had
gorgeous eyes and a husky voice. For a while, dreams of
our life together filled every waking hour. Pocket money
was spent on records, posters & any magazine with
pictures of my guys in. Evenings were spent trimming everything
in my wardrobe with tartan, and darning stripey socks. |
" my
guys" circa 1975
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I fell out with my mother around this time.
Some magazine or other was running a competition to collect
tokens from product X, the winner getting to spend a day with
the band. Whatever the product was, we didn't normally use it
and my mum refused to buy it just for the tokens. For a few
weeks i plummeted the depths of despair, and to this day i don't
think she realizes just how horribly scarred i was by the experience.
(I did however get to go to a live concert later that year but
Les & Eric didn't see me in the crowd.)
I can tell that you're all wondering where this is coming from/going.
The other night on TV there was a 'Where are They Now' type
of programme featuring (obvious isn't it?) the Bay City Rollers.
It was a total trip down memory lane and at the end of it (while
wiping away an emotional tear or two) i came to the conclusion
that i'd probably had a lucky escape & that mothers often
do know best!!
Gerd
Büsken's Bay City Rollers Homepage
Les McKeown's Official Web site : Eric
Faulkner's Unofficial Web site
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:: tuesday 15 january 2002 (just
added - forgot to upload earlier!)
Looking forward with HUGE pleasure to Daisy's parents evening
tonight. Not.
She's doing fine, i just hate all the waiting around and you
can bet your bottom dollar that i'll be in the queue behind
Mr & Mrs Smug.
(Emily Smug is absolutely brilliant at maths & physics,
in all the sports teams, plays the cello and sings like an
angel. Know her?)
They spend at least 3/4 of an hour with each teacher AND make
copious notes in their special 'school' Filofax
9.15pm update: Ordeal over. Just a little worried that
Daisy is in danger of becoming rather like Emma Smug (minus
cello)
Memo to self : Must buy Filofax in morning ! ;)
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:: wednesday 16 january 2002
Hi. My name is Ali and i'm a fontoholic.
I thought that now we're getting to know each other
better it was time I revealed one of my personal failings.
I'm not a solitary being with a unique malaise - there
are thousands of like minded souls out there, some of
whom will admit to having a problem & others who
prefer to keep their shameful secret to themselves.
To the uninitiated and those who's appreciation of all
things type doesn't run to quite the same fanatical
level, we with the addiction are always looking for
THE PERFECT FONT. It doesn't exist of course. What may
be great for one piece of work looks quite wrong on
another, but still we go on searching. On the way we
get side-tracked by dozens (hundreds) of not-got-must-have
files, so on they go to the hard drive which is now
buckling under the weight.
I spent most of yesterday & this morning with my
fonts: sorting out old fonts, trying out new fonts,
and going online to find more fonts.
I have copious folders full of the wretched things,
categorize into sections and subsections (many of which
have further sections still)
I spend more on fonts than clothes, and tried desperately
for a good half hour earlier today to fit the weekly
shopping budget around two gorgeous new $65 fonts. (Couldn't
do it, so the kids will eat.) ;)
As they say, a little of what you fancy does you good,
but too much can be bloody hard work. Have to stop now
- I hear ITC
are having a sale!
get help: Fonts
Anon
why i'm broke: Chank
: Fonthead
: P22
: Dinc
Type : The
Scriptorium
free for all: Apostrophe
: Nick's
Fonts : Fontalicious
: Blue
Vinyl
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