One problem that has caused me unnecessary suffering is that the central server frequently crashes. Not with a bang but a sly whimper. The first time this happened I did not realise and lost not one but four documents, all vanished into cyber ether. It happened again yesterday but I now know the signs and have learnt to whip a memory stick in before I lose more work. I still struggle without access to my blog. I can read others sans pictures but not comment. By the time I get home and remember, my comment is buried at the bottom, its momentum lost.
Yesterday I had to install a simple programme on Kitty’s computer, to do this we had to empty a lot of stuff, as her memory is nearly full. Still no joy, it took Emin 3 hours to unravel and install the programme, he sat muttering about the amount of crap the girls have managed to unknowingly install and that “nothing in IT is simple”
I failed to go to my exhibition on Sunday because I had foolishly agreed that if Emin endured State Of Play I would in return sit through Star Trek. Whoop-di-doo! Not quite the gentle pace that I remember, with wobbly sets and wooden acting.
I was exhausted.
Watching the trailers. he rubbed his hands with glee at the prospect of Terminator. Oh bloody joy, there must be a special brew that actors drink to give them this ‘rusty nails’ growl, refreshingly the baddie was an American for a change rather than the usual British stooge and this was one angry baddie, and trust me you wouldn’t like him if he was angry!
On a more upbeat note I would love to get my hands on this magazine. I have a few copies of the British version but I bet the homes in the India version are gorgeous, a perfect antidote to the bitterly cold north easterly winds cutting me in half at the moment
I have just looked at the British web site which is surprisingly user friendly.
Enjoy the house porn.
You might be forgiven for thinking that I have a bit of a thing for white paintwork and reclaimed wood, and you would be right. I love it. Sadly I live in a VERY colourful house greens reds pinks and blues. Only our bedroom is white. One day....Now for a little shoe porn
This gorgeous sandal is not
This gorgeous sandal is not
and this one, all from Scholl
I am going to try them all, wish me luck. I have been topping up my scrap book, and I have just printed some pages from The Sartorialist I am not a little surprised at how many images show women wearing flats.
4 comments:
I want one of those houses. All that white and light and space and lovely simple things. Nice.
And, I am strangely drawn to the Philip Tam shoes. I usually don't like shoes that could be mistaken for a Birkenstock but those are cute.
First off, sorry LBR but I love my Birkenstocks with the long T-thong in metallic silver and I'd love to get a pair in the purple patent they have right now. Nothing like a Birk sole for tons of city walking. Sorry. I like the ones you've posted as well, Alison.
Also love all that clean white interior domestic space -- looks so restful yet full of possibility. My place is like yours with much colour -- have to admit I love that as well!
Finally, while I have missed you the last few days and wondered what was going on, I did finally see your comment last night and I assure you that no matter how late yours arrive, they never get forgotten! Hope the computer situation resolves soon.
Come on Belette just try a pair they are soooo comfy tou will never go back to those heels!
Yes materfamilias, it is so bad I am currently typing my comments and copying and pasting them at night after pleading with Kitty for some time on her computer.
I admire, trust and respect both you and Mater's opinion on so many things. However, I am drawing a line in the sand when it comes to the Birks. NEVER!!!;-)
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