Sorry guys but today’s post doesn’t seem to want a picture. Clearly my blog is having some attachment issues. Consider this a loathe.
Lady loves…
* Coming home to Melbourne to a vase of gorgeous lilies from Roomy Smaggle, a hand made ticket to her nieces and nephew’s theatre show for which I get a private viewing and a very inappropriate book from my friend Kai. I love welcome home gifts.
* Monday nights spent swimming and gossiping in the sauna followed by red wine and many episodes of 30 Rock.
* My new black sparkly nail polish which ironically looks quite matte. Lovin’ it.
* Australia Day Boulle Championships in the park with my mates followed by a visit to the arcade with too many games of Dance Dance Revolution Extreme and then wine and board games until the wee small hours.
* The weather! Below 20 degrees is just perfect for me!
* Making plans to do a boot camp with Roomy Smaggle. We are about to be so buff. Stay tuned.
* Making perfect decadent cupcakes from scratch. My auntie owns the Primrose Bakery in London and released a book which Mamma Smaggle bought for me for Christmas. Yesterday I made banana and chocolate mini cupcakes with chocolate buttercream icing and crumbled walnuts. They were pretty spectacular.
* Living in the same house as my tea collection. Rubarb and ginger, how I have missed you.
* Limes.
* Getting organised – paying bills, booking flights – I get off on completing tasks like that and filing them away. Oh yeah.
Lady Loathes…
* Driving to the wrong campus to enrol at school today. Dumb arse.
* The beginning of the year. I just want to be in the middle of it. I hate the slow dawdle start to the year.
* Doing naughty things after having had a few drinks and not quite remembering how it actually happened… It wasn’t terrible. I just got told a secret (a nice one!) and kind of ended up discussing it with the one person I wasn’t supposed to… I’m still confused as to how it all happened. I need a muzzle when I drink champagne thats all I can I say!
What about you poo pie? Anything to share?
Love Lady Smaggle
xxx
6 Comments
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I am the first to comment! Weeeeeeeeeee!
Lovin – still being on holidays for 4 more days!
Loathin – the friggin heat! I know it’s summer, I know we are in very northern NSW, but enough already! I am sick of being covered in sweat. All day. Blergh
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Hey pretty lady,
Loves = going to core fitness classes and my new slouchy grey suede boots
Loaths = being permanently hungry and the fact that my brolly broke and I haven’t managed to get into town to get a new one.
I always mean to comment on your blog – I love how you write. I should comment more often x
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Kate – the weather is delicious in Melbourne. I’m wearing a jumper!
Magatha – you just totally made my day by commenting and saying ‘brolly’! So awesome.
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Loves:
Waking up before my alarm.
Stopping for Dunkin’ Donuts coffee before I head to the office [and knowing that I created a line item in my budget for it, because I love it so much].
My puppy.
Leftovers for lunch
This blog!! 🙂Loathes:
Social anxiety.
Waiting on other people.
The terrible weather [I don’t love the freezing, I can’t handle it at all :-p ]. -
Loves:
People accepting my invitation for my 40th birthday party!
My husband gettting home today after a business trip.
Roger Federer and Jo Tsonga. And also Nadal. I’m addicted.Loathes:
The humidity in Sydney… -
I’m hopeless with secrets after a couple of glasses of wine. I beg people not to tell me any!
Loves:
You!
Waking up to fresh coffee and a cat standing on my head. Just the cat is standing on my head, I mean, not the coffee as well.
Packages from Amazon arriving in the mail
Boozy dinners out at cosy Italian restaurants with red checked tablecloths and runny candles in old wine bottles.Loathes:
Holding babies. I don’t know how to hold them. And I make them cry.
Pseudo-dietary requirements that are actually just preferences. If it’s an actual allergy or intolerance, that’s totally fine. If it is one that you have made up to avoid carbs or a food you don’t like, it makes dinner parties really difficult. I am not very tolerant.
Being called ‘lucky’ (unless I have won the lottery. Have I won the lottery? I would like to win the lottery).
