Sometimes, out of the clear blue sky, lightning strikes. Your pulse quickens. Your pupils dilate. Yes, it’s lust at first sight. Retail lust. Unfortunately for my bank account, this time it happened in the aisle of my local Cue store. Don’t get me wrong; I like to think of myself as being relatively cautious and sensible in my purchases. But when my eyes lit upon this skirt, I knew it was meant to be. Cue calls it the Graphic Contrast Floral Pencil Skirt. I call it the Radiant Skirt of Glorious Beauty. It was both a statement and a classic, at once functional and a work of art. It was a foregone conclusion that we belonged together. I just needed to make it work double-time to justify its price. Fortunately, a printed pencil skirt is surprisingly versatile. To use that tired retail trope, it’s the classic ‘desk to bar’ item. Let me demonstrate. 1. Wedding/Cocktail/Any dressy occasion, really, short of black-tie. The sheen of the skirt dresses up any fitted top, and all that remains is to add some killer black …
[Warning: this is a relatively long post. I was in the mood.] “Ballet? Why are you doing ballet now? Isn’t that for little girls?” Since I started going for beginner’s adult ballet classes at the start of last year, I have heard various iterations of this question, asked in the most patronising and incredulous of tones. It is difficult to explain this, but I will try. I have always associated sports and physical activities in general with feelings of humiliation and failure. A fast metabolism is the only thing standing between me and morbid obesity. (Thank you, Powers That Be.) Unfortunately, over the years, my appalling lack of physical fitness has become less of a charming oddity and more of a serious health liability. Ballet seemed like a particularly enjoyable way to get started on being fit. But to be honest, the biggest reason I chose to do ballet is that I have always wanted to do so, but have never thought I was good enough. At the start of last year, I found myself in a bit of a …
(Image source: hollyhocksandtulips) Hooray, it’s the end of the first week of The Timber Owls! Thank you all so much for dropping by. Linette and I are both humbled and thrilled. What are you all up to this long weekend? Here are some links I have read and loved over the last week. Addictive weekend music. Murakami plays agony aunt. Important conversations we should all have. Step 1 of being a tough mofo: the pushup. This sounds like what happens every time I go shopping in Singapore.
Everyone knows the incredible health benefits of apple cider vinegar: it lowers blood sugar, cholesterol and blood pressure, helps weight loss, fights infection, etc. But what happens when you use apple cider vinegar as a beauty product? This week, I tapped into my inner hippie and road tested ACV as a replacement for my conditioner and toner.
…And I don’t mean the sexy kind. Unfortunately, I am a connoisseur of the dubious art of the working all-nighter and have done this more times than I care to admit. But this is a shame-free zone! We are here to talk about how to weather this crisis with grace and emerge the next day looking like a human being, instead of a zombie/swamp monster hybrid.
Having outlined in my previous post my guidelines for a professional wardrobe, I dove into my wardrobe and pulled out… not very many clothes. Oh, woe! But this, at least, culls those items that I have tried waaay too hard to make work-appropriate over the last five years. I have tried to make the items in my capsule wardrobe as interchangeable as possible. Most tops go with most bottoms, and I can put any cardigan over any outfit in case of arctic air conditioning.
I have always been a little envious of men’s corporate style. Their wardrobes are so simple. Each item has an obvious function and there are prescribed guidelines about how each item should fit. Found a shirt that fits well? Get five of them in different colours. Wear a different one every day of the week, with trousers that match interchangeably with each shirt. Sorted. There is something so appealingly workman-like and logical about that.
[I’m Meg, and I am a lifetime member of the Linette club. I’ll be popping in once in a while to spew opinions on products, food and life in general. Hello!] Everyone knows that the ‘secret’ to glowing, Miranda Kerr-esque skin is drinking lots of water, the perfect diet, 7.5 hours of sleep a night, yoga every morning, supermodel genes… Please. Tell me something I don’t know. But let’s be honest here; sometimes life gets in the way. Every so often, my less-than-virtuous lifestyle (i.e. all-nighters, stress, greasy chips, ill-advised dairy) turns my face into a battle zone: oily and dull skin, blackheads galore, gunk in every large pore, hormonal acne mushrooming in unlikely areas. Enter Aztec Secret Indian Healing Clay, the 100% bentonite clay mask that actually does work.