Tuesday, 19 July 2011

Wish I Was There Tuesday



I have a serious travel bug at the moment...itching to go somewhere exotic and unknown. Some very exciting plans are afoot.... more on them soon! But for today, I'm going to revamp an old feature I used to run way back when... well, when I was also hard pressed for new and exciting material to post on here.

Today, we're in one of my favourite European destinations....Italy!

Back in 2008, on a walking holiday in Tuscany that I wrote about here, we did a day trip to the Liguria region. A bit of a long haul on two separate and very infrequent trains (we made the second one by a whisker!) but we were finally on the rugged coastline called the Cinque Terre ("The Five Lands" composed of five villages: Monterosso al Mare, Vernazza, Corniglia, Manarola and Riomaggiore). The hills above the villages are criss-crossed by a network of footpaths linking the villages and little dry-stone-walled vineyards.


Map found here

It was an incredibly hot day... the Italian Riveria in July is scorchio! The paths range from fairly easy going and smooth, to steep steps and rock-strewn. I found it a challenge to hike in parts and was grateful of my comfy, sturdy boots to negotiate some of the rougher paths. I was astounded to be overtaken in places by... ahem!...mature Italian ladies, tripping along in their flimsy high heeled, strappy sandals, not even breaking a sweat!

Superb views all the way....











Foccacia!

Feel free to join in with your very own WIWTT....


Monday, 18 July 2011

Notes From Nat, Again!

Dear Annoying, Demanding Client

Yes, we all know that you have tight schedules, and that those tight schedules are all the more “challenging” (to use your terminology) because you are going on holiday at the end of this week... no doubt somewhere warm and tropical like the Bahamas or the Maldives or the Italian Rivieria... not that I give a monkeys! But when I am working all the hours of the day, and weekends too to meet your timelines (and seriously neglecting my blog and blogger friends in the process) please do NOT keep reminding me that you are sodding off on holiday! Hope it rains all the time you’re there...



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Dear British Summer

You suck! Actually you blow... wind mostly, accompanied by bursts of torrential rain...then sudden heat and sunshine....more rain, repeat cycle! You’d better get your act together for 2012, else the Olympics are going to be a washout! Why do I care? I didn’t get any tickets... neither did most Londoners, whose council tax is actually paying for the whole shenanigan!



Love and kisses
Nat x
 
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Friday, 8 July 2011

The Story Of The Little Pink Dress

Once upon a time....well, back in 2006... a Little Pink Dress was made in a factory in a land far, far away (probably somewhere in Bangladesh or China to be precise). The very pink Little Pink Dress (some would even call her fuschia or cerise) was packed in a box, along with many other similar dresses, and sent on a big ship all the way to England.





The Little Pink Dress was soon hanging up in a shop called Hobbs, on London's famous Bond Street. It was there that she caught the eye of a weary Nat... a Nat who had spent the previous 10 hours desperately hunting for a dress (any dress!) and was just about to admit defeat.

The same Nat, who ordinarily wouldn't set foot into smart boutiques on Bond Street... shops where the dressing rooms have no mirrors and you have to come out and parade yourself in front of the critical eye of the brutally honest shop assistants....

"Not that one.....it makes you look even bigger than you are!"

"Never, ever, ever should you wear a skirt like that!"

But then....

"Yes! The Little Pink Dress... she is The One!".

The Little Pink Dress was wrapped lovingly in tissue and taken home by Nat. Just a few days later, she was carefully packed in a suitcase and flown out to Cape Town.... where she found herself at a beautiful wedding at the elegant, and fittingly pink, Mount Nelson Hotel.


The Mount Nelson

The Little Pink Dress quickly got a taste for luxury hotels.... just over a year later, she presented herself at another wedding, this time at the ultimately luxurious Ritz Hotel in London. And although she had to share the stage with Nat's Little Black Dress who came out for the evening reception... it was the Little Pink Dress who got to ride in the limo and make the grand entrance into the Ritz.


Palm Court, The Ritz


Fast forward a year or two, and the Little Pink Dress found herself in slightly more homely surroundings.... an old English church on the Sussex Downs, for the Christening of Nat's goddaughter. Still a smart affair, but somewhat low key after the two posh weddings.



By now, the Little Pink Dress was beginning to get a bit tired... she had a feeling that her glory days were over and she was soon to be overlooked for the newer, trendier Little Red Dress. And sadly, this was so.

The Little Pink Dress languished at the back of the wardrobe for a couple of years. Once or twice, Nat took her out and mulled over giving her one last outing, but it was not to be so. Mainly because in the years since Nat first tried on the Little Pink Dress, there had been more than the odd chocolate passing between Nat's lips.. and settling on her hips.

The truth is that the Little Pink Dress did not fit Nat so well anymore, but she was reluctant to admit this. The Little Pink Dress resigned herself to remaining forever more in the dark confines of the Spare Bedroom Cupboard.

Then early last Sunday morning, the Little Pink Dress was jolted from her sleep.... she was going somewhere.... yes definitely going somewhere! Packed in a bag and then into a car.... where could she be off to?
 
A wedding? Maybe another Christening.... possibly even a posh lunch or birthday do?

"Goody goody!" thought the Little Pink Dress.... "I'm back on trend (and Nat's lost a pound or two!)".

Where oh where are we going? A Country Hotel? A Cosmopolitan London restaurant with ambience? A lush Garden Party?
 
A CAR BOOT* SALE?????!!!!!
 
Oh the indignity of it all!!!  Draped over a box for display....jostling for space with old books, CDs and tools and all manner of old tat that Nat was trying to sell. How could the fortunes of the Little Pink Dress be so badly turned?
 
But, the Little Pink Dress quickly found herself at the centre of attention... loads of ladies came over to have a look at her, held her against themselves, hummed and hawed over whether she would fit them. But one lady in particular fell completely in love with the Little Pink Dress. She was just the thing for a wedding the lady was attending next month and she was overjoyed to take ownership of the Little Pink Dress!

And so....like all good fairy stories.... our tale of the Little Pink Dress ends happily after all. The Little Pink Dress has a new owner to love and cherish her and take her out to a wedding, and Nat has an extra £20 in her purse and free space in her wardrobe!


The End

* Car trunk in the US

Tuesday, 5 July 2011

Things I've Learnt From Renovating My Kitchen

My old kitchen was crap.

Crappy countertops, crappy old cupboards

Crappy hob and hood

Crap.

REALLY crappy oven (sans handle!)

Crap.

Crappy storage

Crappy.

Crappy finish and ultra crappy tiling


Crap. Did I mention it was crap?


Crappy use of space


Crappy boiler doors and crappier boiler control


Living without a proper kitchen for two months is really not funny. Particularly living without a dishwasher.... and if that wasn't bad enough, not having a sink for a week and washing dishes in the bath is seriously uncool.


There are only so many microwave meals on the market... if you live in the UK, Marks and Sparks have the best, closest-to-home-cooking options - and believe me, we tried them all!


Project managing a general kitchen fitter, a gas man, an electrician, granite worktop fitters and blind specialists to work around each other comes with its own set of challenges... but is still cheaper and gets you a more personalised service than the One-Stop-Shop Kitchen Fitting companies.


Getting the aforementioned One-Stop-Shop Kitchen Fitting companies in to give you a free quote is a great way of getting a free kitchen design that your own fitter can then tweak to your specifications.
 
Things will always go wrong with a project of such a scale.... perhaps we got off lightly with the almost-flooding-the-house-when-the-new-radiator-stuffed-up-the-heating-system scenario that I wrote about here.



Flooding your airing cupboard is one sure way to spring clean said cupboard... Nat thinks "I could wash all these soggy towels and linens, or I could just take them to the Cloth Recycle Depot - I'm not using half of them anyway!"

Scary leak


Arrrrrrrrrrrrrghhhhh!



It's nothing short of a miracle that we are actually still alive and did not explode/implode/combust/ electrocute ourselves in the seven years we lived with our old kitchen.... the renovations brought to light all the shortcomings of the previous bodger owner: gas pipes fitted straight through the brickwork with no casing to avoid corrosion and no isolation valves in case of emergency, the boiler controller earthed into the neutral, overhead lights fitted precariously into loose planks of wood... these are just a few of the hidden dangers unearthed in the process.


Builders' dust is like nothing else on this planet.... perhaps it is in fact from Mars - that might explain it's peculiar red hue. All I know is, I detest the stuff... it gets into every nook and cranny and does not relinquish its hold easily!

Baby oil is a cheap, fragrant and effective product for polishing stainless steel appliances and stopping fingerprint smudges... thanks for the tip, Gas Man!


My new kitchen is just beautiful... even if I say so myself...... click on photos to enlarge for best viewing...



Beautiful!







Beautiful!





Beautiful!



Did I mention that my new kitchen is beautiful? But hard to photograph!









Sunday, 26 June 2011

Scorchio!

“Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.” Noel Coward



And on the hottest day of the year so far, only lunatics sign up for a hectic 3-hour Aikido session… in a packed sauna of a dojo*, while dressed in super-mega-thick thermal insulating Gis**!

Yet again, today I had good reason to question my sanity. I could have spent the day chilling in the garden, ice cold drink in hand... having a well-earned rest, after another marathon session of house cleaning yesterday [yes, the dust busting still goes on, but we are very nearly there!]

But instead, I chose to spend it being thrown around on yet another gruelling Aikido course… and not just any course, one that a Very Important Sensei from Japan came over to teach. The dojo was packed to the rafters with hot, steamy, bodies… most of them far more experienced than me. I’d hoped to fly below the radar, but no just luck! Sensei singled me out not once, twice but three times to correct me on the error of my ways. So I was feeling the heat on all aspects….

Hot dog pic found here

Hope your weekends have been a bit more chilled than mine!

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* A Japanese term which literally means "place of the way". The term can refer to a formal training place for any of the Japanese do arts but typically it is considered the formal gathering place for students of any Japanese martial arts style to conduct training, examinations and other related encounters.

**Aikidogi is the formal Japanese name for the uniform used for Aikido training. Most practitioners simply call it a gi or dogi. 

Saturday, 25 June 2011

Ducks In A Row...










A flush of ducks


We have an interloper among us.....


Er....that's a squirrel!

Monday, 20 June 2011

Prettier In Pink

Staying with the pretty and pink theme, some flowers from my South African trip....


Hibiscus





Aechmea fasciata bromeliad


Bougainvillea