Posted 6 January 2008on:
Before I get carried away with this post and totally forget, for those few in the know and for those few still interested mrsbg has aroused herself (actually I think mrbg aroused her). She has arisen from her unexplained hibernation since last June. She sniffed the air, dusted herself down and posted a new chapter. Her muse had deserted her, left her, dumped her, but surprisingly and slowly and pleasingly he returned; she hopes it wasn’t just a one nighter and he sticks around long enough for more… more… more…
My dear V-Vixens, the above video, borrowed from youtube as you know I’m technically challenged to make my own, is awesome.
Toilet paper! Yeah, you heard me, loo paper. Does anyone ever give it any thought? I certainly hadn’t until the other day, when I opened a new pack and thought I’d spilled some perfume or body lotion, or some sweet scented concoction down the back of my bathroom cupboard. Now, on delicate matters such as my body and body parts, I do not stint. My skin is meant to be pampered and spoilt, hence my addiction to lotions and potions, oils and salt scrubs, spa treats etc. and double quilted, triple velvet, quadruple layered, extra padded… shhh… you know what! You name it, I will use it, but nothing that hints or screams that it is economy. I’m worth it you know! 😉
It turned out the unspilled perfume was a particular item I had unwittingly purchased called Charmin Fresh Linen, that claims it “Freshens up your bathroom! Scent on core” … and it does too! Which reminds me of once being asked to take part in market research on this same subject. What on earth could anyone talk about or ask about toilet paper? A lot apparently! I really had to think hard about how many sheets I used, did I tear it off at the perforations or did I rip it off, did I fold it or did I scrunch it, did I buy it in bulk on offer or in small sizes, did I only buy white, did I buy coloured to match a bathroom or did I buy pretty patterned for guests, how many toilets in the house, did they all have the same toilet paper, how many rolls were used per week/per month… doh!
Have I left anything out?
I assume most of you think my only tv obsession/addiction is Detective Robert Goren… yes I still like a daily fix of the Divine D’Onofrio aka Bobby Bobby, but I love love love Sex and the City and my ab fab fav Chanukah present was the one from me to me… well it was actually my only Chanukah present. I couldn’t resist and treated myself to the gorgeous pink and black shoe box set of every episode ever; the complete series. Why do I get excited then and still have to watch the reruns on tv? Don’t answer… it’s a silly rhetorical question since it is much the same I guess as having to watch the first three seasons reruns of lo:ci when they’re on the box, even though we own the dvd’s. Hint hint… when are Seasons 4, 5 and 6 coming out on dvd?
So back to Sex and the City.
Lately, I seem to be for ever catching the last ever episodes of the show. The girls’ journey from the pilot to the end has been extraordinary. Sex and the City charts the dating scene in New York/Manhattan of four bright beautiful sassy girls. Charlotte who had no trouble finding love and married twice, yet the one thing she wanted above all else, a baby, was not to be, until the final episode. Miranda, the driven career girl who got more than she wanted when she became pregnant, yet by the final episode has softened and moved to a house in Brooklyn with her husband, son, housekeeper and confused mother-in-law. Samantha, the sex driven PR who battles breast cancer and finds love with her drop dead gorgeous toyboy Jerry Smith (he of the Aero bubbles advert… boy did I do a doubletake when I saw him and had to call Rachel to be sure it really was HIM). Finally Carrie Bradshaw, sex columnist, whose up and down, in and out relationship with Mr Big had me rivetted. In that wonderful final episode he goes to Paris and tells her she is *the one* (Mr Big is played by Chris Noth aka Detective Mike Logan Law & Order Criminal Intent. BTW, I believe our Vincent turned down a role in SATC. Was it that one)? I think I would have died and gone to heaven thinking of him as Big.
An American Girl in Paris (Part Deux) gets me… it gets me crying, crying buckets, crying buckets every single time I watch it, and I watch it a lot. I can’t wait for the movie. I saw a trailer on youtube, but I can’t find it now. I found something else instead below, but it wasn’t the first one I saw. Carrie is in her frothy wedding dress. I got so excited… yes, yes, yes, they’re getting married. Next scene… she’s running from the car and hitting him (who him?) over the head with her bouquet. Please, please, please could someone put me out of my misery!
An Ode to Max Brenner, Tel Aviv
glacial structure appears
like magic from nowhere
bang in the heart of city hubbub
amidst tree lined boulevard
strategically placed at crossroads
majestic architecture rises up around
regally looks down at
eyes like saucers, noses pressed, mouths watering
triple glazed, shock proof glass
what can it be? you ask
it beckons you; tantalizing
the atmosphere enchants
its heady aroma pulls you in
makes hormones dance
an easy guitar strumming
a babel of language, yet
one common tongue
exquisite, delicious, irresistable
ambrosiotic oasis of pleasure
a sweet indulgence, a treasure
in commercial wilderness
a casual air, subjected to security
appear unconcerned, patient
peeping inside, belies anticipation
you don’t care, you don’t mind
licking lips for what is to come
however long it takes
Sorry, the video I found above recommends New York, but Max Brenner chocolate is universal and was absolutely scrumptious bumptious in Tel Aviv, Israel, it’s place of birth… another mild addiction of mine!
Hmmmm; seems like (almost) all my ab fab fav things are based in New York… what is a London girl to do?