Love Actually is All Around Us

You can tell I'm pushing my late 30s when I describe my night last night as one of of my most memorable Friday nights.

I started the evening off with a few beers with workmates. This is still the greatest part about living in London (i.e. someone willing to go for a beer after work). Now this in itself is nothing to note, but a good start just the same.

The real fun bits of this Friday evening were waiting for me at home. I arrived home to TWO tall handsome men waiting for me. Lucky me. One poured me a glass of wine and cooked the meal. The other entertained me with his banter. (guess which was which? Hint: banter=bmad)

I say "Why stop with TWO tall, handsome men, why not invite over a third?" While it was a bit late to come in time for dinner, we arranged for a third to come for an after dinner tipple. Enter Sam MBA. It wasn't a difficult task, we just called on the powers of the interweb and a little company called skype. Enter Sam from DE.


OK the best part is still coming -- MOVIE TIME! B recommended that we watch Love Actually. How fantastic is that? I got to watch LOVE ACTUALLY and didn't have to use up one of my requrests on it. Thanks B.

So, up we went to the lounge, set up the projector and snuggled in to the couch to watch our collectively shared all time favourite (appropriately set in London).

Now part of the fun, was the pre-movie discussion. We all had to choose the saddest, funniest, hotest bits of the flick. We definitely had different points of view. Big surprise. My saddest but also the sexiest ... Laura Linney & hunky Carl. Personally, I think she should be able to have love and still be devoted to her brother. She should have done both!

Just to close out the night -- I guess what really was the topper of the evening. Not surprisingly I happily watched the first fifteen minutes and then fell asleep during the rest with the happy thoughts that I was surrounded by Love

... and my 2 HPs watching Love Actually together.

Blog Participation Here:
What are your favourite, saddest , hottest, funniest bits? Here are some suggestions..

Funny: Could it be Hugh Grant dancing around number 10? That'll always remind me of Risky Business crossed with Matt B's dancing.

OR

Sad: Emma Thompson opening up a Joni Mitchell CD. We all love Joni but ...

OR

Romantic: Colin Firth speaking Portuguese to the lovely Portuguese girl?

I do want to know - leave a comment.

Beautiful Texture Deserves a Place on the Wall

I'm on my own this weekend. That means .... shopping. Yay!

I had great plans of visiting TopShop on Oxford Street. However, the closer I got the more my brain said NO. The crowds, the skinny girls, the depression. So it actually never happened.

I managed to make it down to Chapel Market to pick up my shoe at the cobblers (need one? ask me) Then, I sat at an outdoor cafe and lingered over a wonderful Latte and Brioche. I was basking in the sun reading about all the cultural stuff I could do in my Timeout. Yes, I said the sun - le soleil. Yes, it is London. Oui, J'ai dit le soleil.

As I was debating about making the trip further to Topshop I saw an advertisement for an Art Fair right around the corner from the tube. What a treat.

It turns out it is running for 4 weekends and every weekend features a different theme. Lucky for me it was -- textile and jewellery. THERE ARE NO OTHER TWO WORDS THAT GET MY HEART BEATING LIKE THOSE TWO... well of course the words SALE or better still SOLDES (in Paris of course)

The show was an unexpected pleasure. It was free! I saw so much lovely and amazing things that I wanted to own it all. I wanted wanted wanted. As my friend Paulie says "I want but I won't get" (or something like that)... but he was wrong.

I did end up buying 1 thing for me and 2 things for my bestest friend. (her birthday is coming up). I also tried on a great hat. I felt like I was from a different era in this little pillbox (well not really pillbox kind of oval pill box - any ideas as to what they are called? Found this website trying) hat with all this great embellishment on it. I didn't buy it but I'm thinking about it. I wish I had a pic to show you but the young women who make them don't have a website. In fact it was their first show. I feel I'm stumbling on to something big.

Don't worry ... i do have some visual chocolate to show you. Here goes.... these are some very simple silver earrings that I bought from Jo Bagshaw

And, the piece de la resistance or the pocketbook killer (as some may call it) is by a young artist also called Jo - Jo Deeley. In fact, the title of this post relates to a beautiful piece I saw at her stall. She makes fantastic pieces out of textiles.

I absolutely adore textured and constructed clothing and her pieces reminded me of that look. She makes constructed wall pieces out of starched cotton or something like that. I need a photo as I have to convince J that it is what he has been dreaming for our wall but doesn't realize it yet. I couldn't find the particular one on her website but here is one I did see at the show. Check out her website it is really fab.

Allright now it is wine time ... first chocolate then wine. What could be a better on a late Saturday afternoon.

Show your creative side

Halleluiah!
Originally uploaded by patti haskins

Today, MOO launched their Super Duper Holiday Card Competition. There are some really beautiful as well as some hilarious entries. I of course can't enter because I work at MOO, but I sure can enjoy them. This little baby here made me howl right along side.

On a more personal note, B has landed in London - stop 2 on his world wide tour. Right now he is down at J's computer working at uploading all his photos to Flickr. Right now he isn't loving the process, but I'm sure he will shortly be a convert. Oh good news for B. He was chosen as one of the top 10 artists on the Saatchi Gallery website. Check out his work there - Burke Paterson.

OK ... need an objective this week:

Bring in the winter clothing. Can you believe I still have my summer clothing stuffing up my closet. Meanwhile, I've got carol singing cats to remind me how close Christmas is.

Oh another discovery lately was thisnext.com ... I'm loving this site.

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The photo was originally uploadded by patti haskins and is entitled Hallelujah!

Here is the yellow bag ...

The New Mr. Bond
Originally uploaded by praguelondon

Any suggestions on how I might fix it? The rivots have been pulled out and the plastic/vinyl has ripped :(

Another Saturday Night...

In an effort to start blogging and giving back (I get so much from other blogs), I'm going to post a nothing blog. As you can see by the date on my last blog it seems like I average about 1 blog post a year. I just need to get something up there. Let's compare this to getting back on the old horse.

So ... it's another Saturday night here in London. J's mother, Anne. is visiting and today we tired ourselves out. We started the day out with a breakfast at the Acoustic Cafe in Newington Green. It was a good English breakfast sans grease! What a treat.

We then headed down to Chapel Market because I had been told that there was a dry cleaners/cobbler who could fix my yellow bag ... see my photo here. I love this yellow bag. It is my new laptop bag, which got ripped last weekend on my way back from the Stream07 conference. Unfortunately, while this cobbler can fix one of my shoes for a crazy low price of £3 ... he couldn't fix my bag. Any suggestions would be helpful

Finally, we made our way down to the Thames to the London Craft Show put on by the Craft Council. What a treat! It was soooooo wonderful. We loved so many pieces. There was some fantastic jewellery, beautiful scaves and one particular artist who made art pieces out of felt. See some of the great work by the artisans here. We didn't buy anything, but I'm hoping J will buy me some cool earrings or a ring for my birthday --- hint. hint.

I also did a little sales job for MOO MiniCards at the sale. In fact, a few of the artisans thought it would be a great idea to show their work.

OK ... I've done it. I've managed to get over the year hiatus.