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It's M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E time! Wheeeeeeee!
A Mickey watch, one similar to the one I had as a child, has been on my op-shopping/flea-marketing list for the longest time and I can now strike it off with a big fat Sharpie-marker-line! Found on Saturday at an op shop along our puppy car-ride route!
It's not a vintage number but it's Disney-licensed - Mickey looks like Mickey and is not a bad caricature of himself like on some copies - so I'm happy. It works properly (love watching his gloved hands move!) and I got a discount (at an op shop!) because the pleather strap, which I was planning to remove anyway, was broken. Why wear boring black when I have these colourful vintage reversible straps from Surry Hills Markets waiting at home to be used! And see how they sit so comfortable in the slots like they were meant to be there all along?!
Who's grinning from ear-to-ear now? Me! Me, me, me! Yay! And Mickey!
I imagine the top ear of corn growing up and working in a field (pun not intended) that is a little kooky and a lot of fun, that Papa Corn won't approve of because it doesn't make real money. The other ear, he will make Papa happy because there's nothing he wants to do more than be an accountant.
But we won't know because we had them for dinner. Roasted with loads of butter, pink salt and sweet paprika. Wahahahahaha!
A new discovery in the schnacks department - deep-fried quail's eggs wontons!
At Sukjai Thai when we popped in after dinner in last night to take-away some of their deep-fried "butterflies" and kaya. What?! More food after my aunt's big birthday dinner?! Yes! I skipped dessert because I didn't like the dessert of sweet peanut "soup".
Glamour Puss and Puss In Boot jigsaw puzzles spotted in a department store in Campsie yesterday.
Cat-loving pals, would you like a set for Christmas? Wahahahahahaha!
How many of you remember Demeter fragrances?! Those fun quite-true-to-life scents with no-bullshit names that tell you right away what smell to expect or what experience/feeling that they will evoke?
Like how their Pink Lemonade instantly brings to mind a big gulp of that pink citrusy drink tickling your parched throat on a hot Summer's day and how their Laundromat makes you wish for one of those it-only-happens-in-movies chance encounters with a hot boy while waiting for your load to spin-dry in the launderette?
I generally don't wear fragrances. A lot of them irritate my very sensitive sinuses but I used have a few Demeter ones that I like to switch around (all very light and so much fun!) until the homeware shop (a real shop) where I buy them closed down years ago and I promptly forgot about them. And then last week, while I was looking to replenish my Dermalogica face things online*, there "Demeter" was! Under "D" on the shop's products list, above "Dermalogica"!
There weren't many options (a total of four) so I picked the new-to-me Gingerale, intrigued by the promise of "real bubbles up your nose"! The fizz of real Gingerale in a spray! Wheeeeeee! Like what the Japanese describe as shuwashuwa** - the fizz in the lemonade-flavoured Caramel Corn!
It arrived on Monday and I don't know how the people at Demeter do it but the fizz is real! The nose-tickling sensation when you pop open a can or bottle of fizzy drink? It's all there! On first spritz! And the smell of their Gingerale is pretty easy on the nose too! Yay! I'm back to being "smelly".
*It was my first time buying Dermalogica products from one of the many online cosmetics shops. Never again! I'll stick to paying full retail prices at Dermalogica-approved brick-and-mortar salons, thank you. The online shit is dodgy, man. The safety foil seal on the tube of moisturiser was half-opened with slight product spillage. The holographic seal on the box doesn't look like the real deal. I'm sending all the face things back for a refund.
**I couldn't find an English definition of "shuwashuwa" for you but I did find this really interesting paper "Comparative Study of Texture Terms: English, French, Japanese and Chinese". If you love food and words/languages too, I think you'll enjoy reading it as much as I did.
Found this pack of girly hankerchiefs in the op shop the other day. Ten (two of each colourway) in a pack for a couple of dollars. I love Indian cotton! More when they have prints on them! Particularly when the print is slightly fucked which is quite often the case. You know when the registration is out of sync? I find the mistakes hilarious and charming. I used to comb the shops in Little India in Singapore for white cotton-y Summer dresses with similar floral prints. Cheap and good (for laughs)!
Summer! Yes! See the grey wash over the pictures? Everything in Sydney has been tinted with that dullness for days. I haven't seen the sun since Tuesday when the rain came bucketing down. And it hasn't stopped! Not even for a minute. Bah.
Summer! Yes! When I'll be twisting and knotting and tying and wearing these happy floral hanky-babies around my wrist. Like bangles. Soft, colourful and sweat-absorbing wrist-things. Yay!
*A song these handkerchiefs reminded me of. Listen to the John Cale version here or the Yo La Tengo cover here. They both make a good soundtrack to the animated hanky gif above. Try it! Load the tune in a different window and watch the hankies change in this one. Haha. Can you tell that I'm bored on a rainy Friday afternoon?
(It's actually not so "New!" anymore. I spotted her on an old record cover in the op shop three months ago.)
Joining Mary Quant and Lindy "The Dingo Ate My Baby" Chamberlain on my very short list of is Mireille Mathieu.
I've not heard of this French songstress before I chanced upon this old record. "This hot chick's got great hair!", I thought to myself and the moment I got home, I typed her name onto good ol' Google and was told that:
- This album, En Direct De L'Olympia, was her first. Made in 1966. (That explains the haircut.)
- She was touted by the French press as Edith Piaf's successor. (Ah, so she's not only hot, she can sing too!)
- She's now in her 60s. (And still hot - see last image below.)
I know you don't see a lot of my head/hair around here except on rare occasions but it's uncanny how Mireille and I seem to have taken a very similar route with our hairstyles...
I've had my "pudding bowl" and variations of it (long...short...asymmetrical... round...sharp...depending on my mood and my hairdresser's on each visit) for quite a number of years now. I've finally learnt to let my hair do what it wants to do - be big, full, poufy, straight and black...and proud - instead of forcing it, with the help of hair dyes, perming solutions and tonnes of hair products daily, to do what doesn't come naturally. My "bowl"/pageboy/moptop/helmet/"wig" is here to stay, I think. If it works for Mireille way into her 60s, it should for me too. In the event of hairloss associated with old age, I'll have a wig made. Some people already think that my hair looks like one now anyway. Haha.
(Photo credit: #3, #4, #5, #6, #7, #8, #9 & #10)
Puppy Sweater - Peter Jensen for Urban Outfitters, Koala Bag - a "modified" kiddie bumbag, Handwarmers - Dangerfield, Shirt - Witchery, Shorts - op-shopped Country Road auntie-length culottes which I shortened, Boots - Palladium
Pupsicle* and Stinky Bill's first date.
They loved it. I did too. Don't they make the cutest couple? I think they can pass off as brothers too. Same ears and nose. Tee hee hee.
*Is what the boyfriend calls me when I'm cold and it's now the name of this sweater-pup.
Just in...this iPhone photo and accompanying text "If you like it then you shoulda put a schnitty on it"! From our pal Ms Meeps. Wahahahahahahaha! A reminder of our hilarious "World Domination by Chicken Schnitzels" plan hatched over dinner last night.
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You have to be there to fully-appreciate The Plan - what you get when you put six like-minded people (some of which have experience in the marketing/public relations/advertising field...a must-have, I feel, to effectively rule the world these days), a few bottles too many of wine, good food and an apartment overlooking the beer garden of a pub that serves Czech beers and schnitzel. You'll be the first to know if we ever put it into action. In the meantime, here's what went down last night...
Dinner with the boyfriend, Ms Carpet and Mr + Mrs Slow Loris at our pal Ms Meeps' new apartment in a gorgeous I-want-to-live-there-too Art Deco building. It's been refurbished but it's the kind of character-retaining work that Kevin McCloud would approve of. The lobby with its shiny floors and elaborate hanging lighting fixtures that emit such a welcoming glow...the polished dark wood panels lining the hallway leading to her unit...her shiny white kitchen with all the mod cons. The perfect mix of the old and the new.
Our feast started with a huge cheese and antipasto platter that Mrs Slow Loris lovingly put together which I, regretfully, didn't a picture of! Followed by our current favourite snot soup, chicken roasted in white wine and herbs (the sauce-soaked potatoes at the bottom were the bomb!) and a marsala figs-topped ricotta cake (it was baking when we arrived and man, the smell beats those of expensive scented candles) with chocolate gelato.
We drank loads and discovery of the night for me was the Moscato Rosa Frizzante. I bought it for the pretty wavy bottle and the fact that I've not had a Grant Burge wine that I didn't like. It was delicious.
And then the bulk of the Schnitty-witty-ness happened. Thanks to Ms Carpet's first cry of "Show Us Your Schnitty!". And Ms Meeps for having us over!
The boyfriend first pointed her out to me a while ago, "Hey, look! A new pal for you!"
Her name is Zhang Junya. This 小妹妹 (little sister/little girl) is the face of a Taiwanese crunchy snacks company. They put her on the bottles of flavoured drinks they make too. I'm a sucker for cute packaging but I haven't been tempted to try any of their products so I can't tell you if they are as good as Junya's hat collection.
That's Jarvis. One of my many future ex-husbands.
