Balloons

I am sort of obsessed with balloons. [Please see to right and left]. When I allowed Carrie and Lams to sort out the shindig we had in September my one instruction was, "Shitloads of balloons". Which was followed. 

I have clothes with pictures of hot air balloons on. But the idea of actually going in one terrifies me. Perhaps I read Enduring Love when I was too young. Or I suspect with age I have come to fear it more [I'm getting worse with heights as time passes. If I don't think about it it's not too bad. If I do it's terrible]. But one day, if a hot air balloon that looks like a strawberry is in the vicinity then I may relent. 

I like this. I inexplicably have the Gotye album on my desktop. I'm not sure how it made it's way there. I must be cutting edge downloading in the night months in advance and then forgetting about it. I'm so cutting edge. And cool. 

Can I be as fit as....

Emma Stone please? How much do I love jewel colours - in particular emerald green? A. Lot. How much do I love this Jason Wu dress? A. Lot. Lot.

Or Elizabeth Olsen (I have also always loved her older, twin sisters. Even when Mary Kate was poorly)? I heart this Miu Miu lightning bolt dress. So much. Luckily I have a lightning bolt dress that MonsieurB purchased for my birthday. So I really don't need it. Which is good. Because I have circa £1k to drop on an extremely beautiful dress.

My obsession with EO has spiked dramatically since watching Martha Macey May Marlene. It's an excellent film which tells the story of a girl who runs away from a cult and finds her sister. Problem is, the cult has completely fucked her up. Her spiralling paranoia makes you question whether her fear is justified or if she's just a head case. I implore you to watch it. You won't be sorry (and if she is sl for best actress at the Oscars I am putting a punt on it. For sure). 

My own private swamp...

I don't know about you but when looking for an abode the first thing on my list is swamp. They're just so versatile. And a talking point. Thank God for this beaut in Kentish Town. It's what home based dreams are made of. 

I'm a fucking lady

I've always said how much of a lady I am. And now Tatty Devine can allow me the opportunity to say so via the medium of necklace. They have a lovely station set up in Selfridges that I fully intend to check out whilst it's there. Alas, funds deny me the pleasure of buying this beaut but then you can make them then and there at Selfridges so maybe I'll just go nuts when I'm there. And have it made massive. Nice. 

Hair Woe

Basically I want to have hair like this:

But i do not. I have scraggly arse orangey hair that looks wrong unless I'm constantly schoozing it up and then I just look vain. 

In an attempt to combat this I have ordered Fudge Paintbox Goldfinger. I figure if it goes drastically wrong I can wash it out. Or dye it red as opposed to orange. I may do this on a Saturday giving me a one day before work buffer of trying to sort it out. Hoom. 

Dunk

I saw these a while ago on WeHeartIt.com. Ever since, I have been scouring the internet looking for them in what I feared to be a fruitless mission. And then serendipity plays her hand and whilst I'm browsing a blog they appear in the side bar telling me I should buy them. It's like it knew. 

Of course, I didn't buy them. They're going on The List of things for my birthday that will eventually be used in the imaginary house. Hopefully the imaginary house will become a reality this year. Well. It will do so. Because if it doesn't I'll go even more insane than I currently am. I wouldn't even mind having a wreck of an imaginary house and it taking a year to do up. Because then at least there'd be light at the end of the wrecked tunnel. But I digress. 

Christmas, new year, blah blah. It was textbook and nice to not have to get out of bed at 05:50 five mornings a week. But now I am getting out of bed at 05:50 every morning. So what do you do on your first day back to work from Christmas holiday? Spend around 2 hours looking at holidays and emailing people with the exact words:

Where is hot, good and cheap in Feb/March?

(As a total aside, I have been unbelievably irked by people wishing me a happy new year at work and clients doing the same. It's an empty pleasantry and really, is it a happy new year? As far as I can make out this is the year Cameron is going to squeeze families [as heard on the radio from his new year speech - I imagine a researcher's head will roll for that] and we're all basically going to die. So no, it's not a happy new year. Hand over your left over Quality Street and keep moving please fellow work colleague)