mатрёшка dolls to sweeten my soul

rotten apple under the tree

i got a little bit sick from the endless sickeningly-sweet f/b status updates. apparently for a lot of my f/b friends life is pretty perfect. or fake. GIVE ME A GREAT BIG BREAK. my life isn't perfect and the envy that i feel when i read their status updates is u-g-l-y. i had a purge, or two, or three - deleting my sugar-coated f/b friends, but i couldn't really delete anymore without it becoming...awkward. i have already been questioned by ex f/b friend's as to why they have been dropped - i make up dumb little excuses like "my account is broken" (whatevs). then - brain-wave - i decided to take a little break from f/b to fix my real-life. my real-life where sometimes i feel bitter and angry and jealous. my real-life which doesn't always feel so peachy. i don't want to be the rotten apple under the tree. i need to put myself back together again. humpty-dumpty.

checking, checking...everyday checking

oh the ecstasy of opening up my three little parcels...for the last week i have been checking, checking...everyday checking the mailbox at my parent's house.

'influence' is the most beautiful book and it is quenching my thirst (a little) for fashion - the interviews, the pictures - i was an hour late for work because i couldn't stop reading about christian louboutin and his red-soled heels (i have a rip-off version = HOT). 

at bed-time i read 'love letters of great men' (i heart carrie bradshaw): "I look back and in every one point, every word and gesture, every letter, every silence - you have been entirely perfect to me - I would not change one word, one look. My hope and aim are to preserve this love, not to fall from it - for which I trust to God, who procured it for me, and doubtless can preserve it...You have given me the highest, completest proof of love that ever one human being gave another. I am all gratitude - and all pride . . . that my life has been so crowned by you." thank you robert browning, i think i will have someone read this at my wedding. 

and lastly, e-bay sent me the black gladiators that i ordered - because i almost stole my BFF's from off her feet! i have been looking for the perfect pair for all the months of summer. pics are for another day...

happy birthday daddy!

so, i finished work early to surprise him with his pressie, BUT jokes on me - he is NOT home. boo-hoo. now i am sat in his house...all alone...no one to make me a cup of tea...no reception to call him...and i hate that he's getting older.

sunday-church dress-up

i love getting dressed-up for sunday-church...it's cute, and healthy - especially as i'm not a party-girl, and i don't have a boy to hot-up for. pretty embarrassing to get heckled as you walk out of church though...the boys in my town just don't have any manners (my sister's response was SO awesome). i have an interview for a job at the church on friday, yesss. don't wanna jump the gun, but if i get the job i will be able to wear cute outfits, EVERYDAY. my current working wardrobe is sick - mostly because mon-fri i come home smelling of smokes, pit bull dog and chip fat...social work is just so rock n roll!

"now you love getting corporate sponsorship for stuff, and you named your child 'apple', obviously after the computer firm..."

i wish...

...i could stay at home and read blogs all day long. but i must go to work to feed my bank balance. YSL make-up has almost bankrupt me.

city of music

vienna...my rainy love! i went for a holiday, and to help out with a conference that my dad was speaking at - conference = best EVER. everyone was so musical - multi-musical - and the architecture in the city was amazing. but i have no photos, because of the rain :( i was a little bit sick with, i think, exhaustion (like the celebs) due to the crazy. hours. i. work. so i napped in the afternoons, and read harper's bazaar with cups of tea, and played with my adorable niece, and talked and TALKED to my adorable sister, and bought coffee and clothes with euros, AND was internet-free. sweet liberty. in the evenings we had gourmet dinner parties, dined at restaurants, went to flight school (for real), and got high...on life. on the flight home i got to hang in the senator lounge - the luxury of flying with my dad, who is literally MADE of air-miles. no girls in those lounges. but TONS of free food and drink. my louis vuitton (which i now regret purchasing because i could have saved, like, a billion children with the £'s i spent on that thing) got to make it's first plane trip! special.