Synchronicity

The Dress

2011-04-29T19:57:00.004-04:00

Not 'The Dress' fashionistas have been holding their breath for and bridal stores around the world 'have factories on stand by'. Don't get me wrong, when finally revealed it was stunning! Alexander McQueen would have been proud. One could have easily overlooked Pippa, hidden behind the 2.7m veil she respectfully carried for her elder sis. It was her dress I was looking at.

Simple, elegant and much better suited for the masses, or perhaps those of us who are not overly keen to make a friend run behind all day straightening it out.

The search starts tomorrow ... 9.30 am appointment at Windsor Brides with Mum. Stay tuned!

Return to Sender

2011-04-29T19:41:00.006-04:00

It is a long time for a hiatus... Looking at the date for my last entry that is the realization I came to. To say I have not missed this wold be a lie. numerous times I have opened a page and thought about writing, but it just did not come out. The days turned into weeks, months and now years. Coming back won't be easy, but I feel that now I am. And I am here to stay ... I have missed this. The release after pushing the 'Publish Post' button and the satisfaction of reading it afterwards. Most of all the relief of putting it out there ... I think I need a bit of that now and again.

So what have I been up to? Some wonderful things have happened. Sharing my life with a fantastic man, forsaking the city for a more relaxed life in the country (my version, more on that later), and due to become a wife. Yes, you heard that right ...

Taking a Break?

2008-11-12T06:14:00.002-05:00

It surely must look like I have been taking a little hiatus with this blog ... I assure you everything is floating around in my head, just putting it down is not happening. Some days I think I will never write here again, and others I feel like jumping into it as soon as my eyelids flutter open. And then, life happens ...

July 4th

2008-08-18T13:41:00.006-04:00

When in Rome do as the Romans do ... every nation has its myriad of customs and typical events. Even as a visitor for a short time one should get involved and enjoy them. Throughout the years July 4th is not a holiday I had experienced first hand. Always opting to be somewhere else.

This year I was lucky to spend the occasion at Uncle Bill's place in the Pocanos. Kelly and I had visited a few months earlier, for our Thelma and Louise getaway. This time it was different ...

What does July 4th mean ... hot dog eating contests, bbq, fireworks, family, a spot of fishing, hours of Liar's Poker ... pretty priceless

The boa

2008-08-07T06:36:00.002-04:00

There was screaming outside my window last night. Slightly more robust than the transvestite yelps I have become accustomed to over the last few months. This morning on the way back from my run I spot a sad red feather boa. It shows signs of belligerency but it was survived intact. Now it lies abandoned on the pavement.

Summer Stage

2008-08-04T23:35:00.005-04:00

The Summer Stage at Central Park a quintessential NYC experience. Tonight it was an especially balmy night, next to no humidity and glancing up you could spot the odd star. Perfect setting for some memorable quotes, while The National played in the background.

Ohh, wait wait ... there was the guy in the red shirt, the Dutch guy ... you are right!There was only three ...

From a couple standing nearby

Err ... can you like ... stop chatting ... we came to hear the band

A few minutes later, the retort

Err ... can you please stop the PDAs ... we came to see the band but now can't stop staring that the soft porn show you're putting on ...

It isn't Ascot

2008-08-04T07:09:00.012-04:00

It may just be better!

There is the air of fun without the stuffy dress code. To get into the box seats the men are in jackets and ties and the women in dresses, but it is a far cry from the coat tails, hats and stockings look enforced within the Ascot Royal Enclosure.

The area surrounding the Stands is full of families who have set up a picnic. They are there is full force with their youngest running after the fairyfloss. The beer is plentiful and the laughter addictive.

We rolled in mid afternoon, bet on a few races, came out pretty even and set off home just as the few rain drops started coming down.

It may not be Ascot, but later that night I saw the Big Dipper for the first time. That in itself makes it all the more memorable.

Home

2008-07-13T15:09:00.006-04:00

Home is increasingly becoming a tricky term for mou. People are often confused which country I am referring to, but really home means my parents' house. That of course is in itself a variable. Wherever it is I always enjoy being there and always there are dear friends near who pop in for a bite and a chat

Summer's Here!

2008-07-02T06:37:00.007-04:00

I glazed over the arrival of spring and before I know it we are in full throes of the humid New York summer. My weekends have been wonderfully full of all things enjoyable and I have again been neglecting this side hobby of mine.

So what has been happening ... K came on a long awaited visit to the Big Apple. JJ's work trip coincided making it a pretty memorable weekend. It was a serene blur of sightseeing, mid afternoon cocktails and repeat trips to Bloomies

The Braziers had their Second Annual Burger Off. There were pages of rules and it was fierce competition held on a humid Saturday evening. The torrential rain did not dampen the spirits of the six chefs. The participants put to shame the so-called best burgers in NYC... there were interpretations of the classics, a lamb feta creation and a vegie burger. Here is my favourite burger and chef. Oh, and the official winners too ...

Oh and after the burger comp it was time for Beer Pong ... who knew I had such talents. Maybe it was just having a highly skilled partner ...

I am spending some time in a gorgeous town in Upstate NY - Saratoga Springs. Quite a cosmopolitan little place. It has all the makings of a great town - good bagels, fantastic coffee, karaoke nights, wonderful restaurants and come end of July it can put Ascot to shame. You will have to take my word for it about how beautiful it is ... the camera has never quite made it up there yet. Next time I promise ...

Uuuummmm ...

2008-06-29T23:59:00.003-04:00

Who says men are not vain ?!? $50 for a shave tells me whoever it is, they are clearly lying. At least the consultation is free ...

Yankee Stadium - the final season

2008-06-29T23:48:00.006-04:00

Cincinnati Reds vs Yankees - nice seats huh?!?

See that ball??

Pre hot dog eating contest ...

When it just makes sense

2008-06-10T23:43:00.002-04:00

Sometimes you find yourself in a place. A place you never saw yourself fitting into. All of a sudden you are there, and it is comfortable, and it is perfect. You are lying against a cosy stubbled cheek, and it all just makes sense ...

Taking a break

2008-06-06T02:03:00.002-04:00

Wow ... who knew I would survive not writing for such a long time. So many things have been happening, some good, some fantastic, some not so. So many ideas and crazy thoughts have been floating around in my head. Never having quite enough time to put them down. It is all floating around in my mind and I shall be sharing it all very soon.

Power dressing

2008-04-25T07:03:00.002-04:00

I walked out this morning with that confident stride, you know the one. Everyone stood aside as I walked past and colleagues stole shy glances my way. It was that silk floaty shirt that gave me the power. Even before I walked into that room, I knew that deal was mine.

Later this afternoon, basking in the first spring rays, I strolled along Park Avenue marvelling at myself. Another successfully meeting and here I was enjoying the Friday afternoon sunshine.

Park Avenue makes for an interesting forum to observe a cross-section of the New York upper classes. I realize the US is in theory a class-less society, but this is a place where money talks. The healthier your bank balance, the higher you are in the pecking order. Who your parents were doesn't really come into play when you made $200m last year. Anyhow, I digress ... During business hours Park is full of bankers in their well-cut suits, but come mid afternoon the tourists swoop in for a peak at this glorious avenue (it is the only Manhattan avenue which has a tree lined median strip). The latter must be annoying to the Upper East Side locals. Those stylish examples of older ladies-who-lunch. I love watching them. The crisp navy suit, stockings despite the heat, smart shoes, and a cigarette. They just don't make them like they used to ...

Single Women in New York

2008-04-20T18:40:00.004-04:00

Twenty something woman sits on the subway in the morning rush hour, engrossed in a book. Her concentration is unmistakable. Eyes narrowed, brow furrowed. What is she reading? A booked titled 'How to Date Men' ... what is more worrying is she is armed with a highlighter and is furiously highlighting whole paragraphs. What happened to the old fashioned notion of meeting a guy you like and going with the flow? It seems to have been lost in the urban jungle that is New York City ...

Finally put my finger on it

2008-04-14T21:37:00.003-04:00

W is Johnny Lee Miller ... yes, spitting image ... no?

Why I love New York?

2008-04-14T21:26:00.004-04:00

Reason # 437

Because even on a Monday night you can pop into Employees Only, have a few cocktails, a bite to eat, the bartenders will try and make you laugh, dessert is on the house, and you can happily skip on home by 9.30pm.

In London a lot of restaurants are closed on Mondays ... need I say more

Brunnette vs Blonde Debate

2008-04-13T20:34:00.003-04:00

It's official brunettes do have more fun ... according to Style PS we bag the billionaires, while blondes get the bartenders. But but ... if we are so superior, can't we just have both?

V Bar

2008-04-13T18:33:00.002-04:00

S introduced me to V Bar a few weeks ago. It was the venue for a long awaited rendezvous. That first time we had a glass of wine, but she kept telling me about the coffee. So today wondering back from the failed furniture expedition, I stopped for a latte ... WOW. You know how hard I am to please when it comes to coffee. I think it is safe to say V Bar serves the best latte in the Village. In case you need another reason to stop by ... there have been quite a few repeat celebrity sitings there.

On a mission

2008-04-13T18:32:00.003-04:00

After a day of leisure yesterday, and a relaxed evening with M, this morning I woke up having decided today will be the day to do some major furniture shopping. I drew up a detailed plan of stores, items and other errands in between, and left the piece of paper behind. Should have taken that as a hint ... Three blocks from my front door I was sidelined into tiny jewellery store on W10, Soixante Neuf, emerging an hour later my purse lighter but with gifts for the brides-to-be and two exquisite pieces for myself.

Furniture wise no purchases, but I have a much better idea of how I want to fill the space. Have dropped the BoConcept coffee table and will have silver night stands as the side tables on either side of the sofa. I just need to get around to actually ordering them.

Socialista

2008-04-06T19:51:00.014-04:00

My upbringing inspired natural curiosity when I first heard about Socialista back in January. It was the hot new place. Celebrity following, buzz and I loved the name ... finally made it there last week ...

We walked into the dimly lit room, a refuge from the noise and wind of West St. I liked the decor and the intimate feel it gave to the space. The bar was small and you felt like personal service is to follow. In a place like that it is the norm, no? The bartender was not too interested in us, nor the other three people enjoying a drink at the bar. He couldn't make an Aviation*, nor any other cocktail not on the menu. The latter featured a lot of vodka, no gin in sight. I settled on one of the signature vodka blends, requesting gin as substitute. On paper it sounded nice, in reality ... too sweet. SH had one of the rum based drinks and that arrived smelling, and to my dismay tasting, like cinnamon bubble gum. Hmmm ... someone please tell me what is the big deal about this place?

We stayed for dinner, and didn't let the bar experience impede what was to be a fabulous evening. We suspect Jack Osborne was sitting at the next table, which was somewhat of a consolation. Not to mention my stock shot up with the out-of-towners. The food was interesting, but nothing that stuck in my mind. I don't know, maybe I'm just spoilt ... After all, the night had started out at Bobo where the talented mixologist Naren Young presented me with a memorable lemon and white chocolate blend. Tangy and refreshing with a sweet aftertaste. He always makes me lemony drinks ... maybe his way of telling me to sweeten up.

* Aviation is a classic cocktail, mixing gin with lemon juicy and maraschino liqueur

Impromptu Brunch

2008-04-06T00:14:00.005-04:00

I woke up yesterday full of energy. Two days in a row I have gone for a run alongside the Hudson, forgetting that it is in fact hard work. But on the plus side it has paved the way for luscious brunches both days.

Yesterday, the restaurant plans were scrapped after I volunteered to whip up an impromptu brunch. Having a dining table makes all it all that much more possible ...

H&M raved about a kitchen accessory (yes, this is what we sometimes talk about!!) which I was so curious about that they got me one as a housewarming gift ... a mango peeler! It received its much awaited initiation ... Mango, kiwi, orange smoothies. Then scrabbled eggs, with black forest ham and gruyere. Simple, easy, delicious

I walked home in the rain

2008-03-31T23:17:00.003-04:00

At first it was a sprinkle, and then heavier rain. I didn't mind the rain drops on my face, making my mascara run, or the water settling into my blow dried hair. I let the rainwater wash away the bad mood, the self doubt and by the time I got home I was smiling.

Bliss

2008-03-31T18:50:00.004-04:00

So they were late. There were bolts missing for the bed. The Louis cabinet was damaged. But on the plus side the antique chair is in one piece, the Ligne table whole, and lying on my sofa is pure bliss ....

To see the space filled with my things is priceless

And to have ones' show room in order is just ... heaven

Thelma and Louise with a bit of Martha

2008-03-30T22:42:00.009-04:00

Sharing Public with a good friend, who enjoys great food and choice spirits, is always priceless. From the expertly prepared cocktails to the refined sake selection, a night at Public is foodie heaven. The dishes, a fusion of modern European ingredients laced with Asian flavours. It is what we call Modern Australian. You take a bite and sometimes it is not easy to identify the components of that delectable final flavour. The lentil salad is a favourite, which I endlessly and unsuccessfully aim to recreate. I don't think I have ever enjoyed fish as much as finally having 'my celebrity' recognized by the complimentary glass of champagne.

The horrendous hangover on Saturday not a good start of the long awaited Thelma & Louise weekend. We piled up the Mustang with stuff. All wrapped up not sure if we should expect snow or not. Bracing ourselves for the possibility of burst pipes. A picturesque drive, complete with deer grazing by the roadside, and a stop to pick up ... a blender

Relaxing, not drinking but then getting worried we may run out of wine ... the local liquor store does not deliver. I think it was the 'Manhattan withdrawal' that forced us away from the burning fire and to a nearby ski lodge. We hung out with the townies, not getting served at the bar. Finally figured out the secret is to call the bartender by name 'Bob' ...

Back in front of the fire we settle in with ambition of watching movies all night. We don't even crack the seal of The Departed, a film which stuck in my mind so much I would watch it over and over again. We are both out before midnight ... I sleep 12 hours waking up on Sunday to cook up a storm. Breaking in the new blender for tropical fruit smoothies. Pasta sauce from scratch. Recreating (trying to) the Public lentil salad .. what is the secret of not getting the lentils too mushy?!?
Oh look ... it's the Bohemian gun shop !?!?

Darling W, something you want to tell us?

The temptation of Magnolia

2008-03-26T20:55:00.004-04:00

Last night i missed yoga (again!) ... having worked until 8pm ... I decided to take a longer walk on my way home. It was cold and windy (where is spring?) and by the time I neared Bleecker I was feeling so pleased with myself, that as I rounded the corner and caught a sight of those cupcakes, of course I could not resist. No line. Walked straight in ... and there it was. The coveted red velvet cupcake complete with a swirl of white creamy frosting. The latter I started licking while waiting in line. The rich buttery texture and occasional sugar crystal. It adds the pounds and melts the stress away in just a few licks. Yum! The cupcake itself ... I could take it or leave it.

Popping the Cherry

2008-03-23T22:16:00.008-04:00

Steph came up with the fantastic theme of cherry popping. The apartment is bare and needed breaking in. A party to start off the adventures that would prevail during my time here! Interestingly when inviting people some were confused about the theme and hinted if it were my cherry that was concerned ... hmm, I think that ship has long sailed ...

Confusion aside, the borrowed table and chairs were in, sangria mixed, deviled eggs set up. Boogie Nights projected on the pure white walls. DJ sets played in the background. Finally at 2am found the rooftop.

The worst thing about hosting a party is ... I'm having Cheetos for breakfast

Housewarming

2008-03-22T10:39:00.004-04:00

So I have been quiet ... last weekend was a blur ... this past week more of the same. Work and socialising, and yoga, and not enough sleep. I stayed in last night ... well was home at 11pm (that in my book counts as 'staying in'). The much anticipated housewarming in tonight! Yay!

I am up early chopping up fruit for sangria ...

Glorious Saturday

2008-03-16T21:54:00.003-04:00

On Friday night one of my glam NY girlfriends invited me to a 'mixer' event. Being a fan of American television I had heard the term but never something that I had experienced. Wearing one of my gorgeous-but-much-neglected dresses and the opportunity to check out a Midtown private members club ... the temptation was just too great. So there we were. 7pm. Immaculately turned out. The crowd although amusing could not hold our attention for too long. We dined and did the ChaCha but soon we were back in our jeans and in a cab speeding downtown. Within 20 minutes we were in a crowded house party. Ahhhh ... now this is where we should be on a Friday night. Interesting people, small world ... you know who, the impromptu strip across the road took the cake. By then both of us exhausted. Goodbyes in the rain at Union Square. Cab home.

Glorious Saturday ... Its 11am I'm awake, well rested, and out of the house. I'm full of energy for the freedom ahead. Big plans about The Container Store, unwrapping my new speakers, errands and yoga. Sitting here with a salami and provolone baguette it all sounds doable. How I long for these weekends and time to myself

Ginger

2008-03-13T19:25:00.002-04:00

Washing my hands in the fluorescent lit ladies room, I lean closer into the mirror and inspect my parting for those offending white hairs. So far I have one, and it is pure white. So white it stands out against my brown hair and you can see it from three metres away. I peer and what I see shocks me ... a pure ginger hair. Yes, red and reflecting the light beautifully! Now that explains why W likes hanging out with me so much ...

Too cute

2008-03-11T22:31:00.003-04:00

Organising my handbags tonight I careful wrap in tissue paper the Lulu Guinness clutch K gave me as a going away present. It is the original tissue paper which has remnants of a Harrods sticker. Something catches my eye. There is handwriting on one of the folds. There it is, in K's neat hand

"for whenever you miss a taste of London"

Now, I miss London and I miss K.

Working from home

2008-03-06T23:27:00.001-05:00

Winter Wonderland ... this time for real

2008-02-24T20:46:00.003-05:00

Friday morning ...

It only lasted a day, but still pretty amazing

Ta - da!

2008-02-24T19:50:00.002-05:00

It only took 2 hours (and a sushi break) to put together ...

The state of affairs

2008-02-22T06:48:00.006-05:00

Twenty four hours after completing the Chelsea - West Village migration I woke up to this site for sore eyes. I was relieved after the eventful move, which I will come back to in future posts. Just seeing all the boxes, suitcases and shoes in one place was enough to make me smile

For now while there is no furniture, I am treating the living room as a yoga room ...

The only space I had managed to restore peace in by the end of Day 1 ...

The shoe room ... What ?!? Oh, yes The Shoe Room ...

28C to -15C in the space of 3 hours

2008-02-18T10:09:00.004-05:00

From this

To this ... after the -15C evening, it warmed up to -5C and snowed

Always looking your best - Part 2

2008-02-18T10:08:00.003-05:00

Miami airport. I enquire if I will make my flight, departing in 45 minutes, gesturing at the enormous crowd at Security. The (female) guard takes an eyeful of my (push up less) cleavage and directs me to express security, otherwise empty bar for the rare air crew member.

Security man at baggage screening comments how nice I look and does not even look at my (numerous) carryon bags.

Skimpy summer dress, impractical to fly in but great for speeding through security.

Me ... speak no English !?!

2008-02-18T10:05:00.004-05:00

In Miami I began to doubt my command of the English language...

In French coffee shop, served by a Latin girl, I order a small latte to stay ... slightly perplexed she asks me: Large? I, in what I think is quite clear English: No, small ... A few minutes later it is my turn to be confused ... I am staring at a gigantic steaming latte, in a take away cup...

Brunch the next day I order a fruit salad followed by an omelet. Waiter clarifies fruit salad, then later omelet ... Omelet arrives, followed by waiter proudly declaring he hasn't ordered the fruit salad and he will when I'm ready for it ... Hmmm, is this what happens when you don't order with obnoxious demands and aren't too picky about what fruit goes in your salad?

Decide to cut my losses and abandon fruit salad altogether, taking refuge in an Italian coffee bar deli called Pinocchio. My first decent coffee in days and homemade profiteroles. Who needs fruit salad! I couldn't resist those waves of delicious chocolate and perfect puff pastry. The filling creamer than I would have liked, but hey, when in Florida one must do as the locals do... The place itself small and filled with that familiar Italian slang. Everyone who comes in seems to be a friend or is greeted like one. There is a white fluffy puppy sitting on one of the bar stools barking at anyone who tries to pass the threshold. Can't be too good for business...

Wonder down the beach and get talking to a caricaturist, who turns out to be from the Ukraine, but having spent 12 years in a place where I took my childhood beach vacations. Twenty minutes later while we are chatting and laughing about how Europe rocks while the states suck I have an A4 caricature of myself. All teeth and curls - did say it was humid in Miami?!? Now that we have the caricature for the entrance hall, Just need to organize that glamour shot. I did say I wanted one of each hanging in my entrance hall by my 30th...

Weird, but cute*

2008-02-10T09:08:00.001-05:00

The only way to describe my experiences with Miami. It is a mixture of flash and tacky, high end and less so. You can buy a $300 caftan in a boutique off Ocean Drive or a $2 bracelet from a street stall. On the first visit the modern deco style took me by surprise. It fell short of expectations. Not quite sure what those expectations were, but they were not met. This time I am appreciating it for what it is. Homage to art deco, beautiful people and Spanish culture.

Wandering along Ocean Drive you are accosted by maitre d's left, right and centre, but I chose the only place with a line. The News Cafe, having brought out the 'chilled' to South Beach boasts a 24 breakfast menu. Its leafy court yard setting offers an escape from the burning sun and the busy sidewalk. I did say burning sun. Yes, it is February and Miami is sweltering with record temperatures in the high twenties and humid. Probably exaggerating a bit but this is heaven. I'm just going to polish off this soft shell crab sandwich, a peach sangria and head for the beach.

* I am borrowing this phrase from Z. He has a few of these rolling off his tongue, but this one too delightful not to steal

2008-01-29T21:17:00.001-05:00

Cashmere is so in ...

Falling in

2008-01-29T20:24:00.001-05:00

Tonight I was about to do something. On face value nothing out of the ordinary, but it is a pattern I tend to fall into. I know full well it will, as always, lead me to the merry-go-round. I will ride around once, twice even, getting off bored, not having become a better person and worse, sometimes doubting myself.

I took a step, then stopped peering inside. A little voice whispered, asking me if I really want to continue the descent. And just like that, I turned around and continued walking. I no longer was interested in what I would find on the other side. The curiosity was gone. For now I know what it should feel like ... and this just wasn't it!

Another celebrity sighting

2008-01-29T20:04:00.001-05:00

Crossing West 20th St at 7th Ave tonight, there is a black Aston Martin purring at the lights. Beautiful car. Only as I pass do I notice Ice-T is behind the wheel.

NYC Apartment Hunt - Day 2

2008-01-28T21:13:00.001-05:00

I had heard nightmarish stories about finding an apartment in New York City. A lot of people, not a lot of great apartments. What makes it even more difficult is the elusive brokers who stand in the way, making it in my view, more difficult for the 'lots of people' to find 'the one great' apartment for them.

So here I am, exhausted and extremely frustrated, 5 hours into my apartment search. I have seen about 10 properties and sadly all fall short of expectations. The best bit ... they are all obscenely expensive.

If this keeps up ... Islington, I'm coming back!

Then again, life is what you make it. So tomorrow when I meet yet another broker I shall be positive and smiling.

Wish me luck!

Wise Words

2008-01-28T20:59:00.000-05:00

"You should never stay with someone you are not that into... Why? Well, life is like a game of musical chairs, eventually the music stops and you may be stuck with the person you are with ..."

*J on Saturday night, SoHo Grand, after a lot of cocktails. Amazing, he made so much sense

Bob likes chatting to strangers ...

2008-01-28T20:45:00.000-05:00

The best one from this weekend ... "AlphaChick, you have got to meet this cab driver ... John!" Taken completely out of context, it was hilarious!

A Compliment?

2008-01-23T22:35:00.000-05:00

Something TG said to me a few weeks ago ... Maybe your fate is to tame the untamable ... A compliment indeed, but I have tried and frankly am tired ...

The Weekend ...

2008-01-22T06:36:00.000-05:00

... was all about hedonism ...

Making new friends over brunch at Paradou, with their delicious shakshuka* and signature brunch cocktail ... later a hot chocolate with the biggest marshmallow at the City Bakery ... finding yourself sharing laughs and a cocktail in the Flatiron Lounge at 5.30pm is always amusing.

Bob arrived in the nick of time, for the homage to Satsko. Lucky we made it, for it was Warren B's last night at the helm. The menu has changed and the grease less calamari no longer a feature. Sunday we made time for yoga, before starting on the cocktails at brunch, continuing on at Bobo before dinner at Centro Vinoteca**

... and this week is going to be more like this ...

* eggs poached in a middle eastern vegetable stew of tomatoes, onions & peppers ... sounds like something I should have eaten growing up

** NY Mag raves about it ... but for the effort required to get a table, I could take it or leave it

This Week

2008-01-17T23:48:00.000-05:00

Daily regime has been something like this:

8 hours sleep
1 hour faffing in the morning
12 hours work
1 hour travelling to and from work
1 hour exercise
1 hour faffing in the evening

Let's hope next week is NOT like this ... bring on the long weekend!!

Noteworthy

2008-01-14T20:24:00.000-05:00

1. My hair is looking fabulous! I am revisiting curl styling products and my hair. looks. hot!

2. Today I sounded like one of those girls I hate. I told everyone who would listen, and those who wouldn't - my best friend is getting married, and she's having her wedding in Sydney, and its in March, and ..., and ... aaarrrrgghhhhh. Can you believe this? I'm an alpha female. I'm not supposed to be running around going gaga over this stuff! Next thing you know I will be tearing up at the wedding!

The Weekend

2008-01-13T18:06:00.000-05:00

It was a crazy week. Work is all of a sudden very busy, and the shock of the first '5 day week' in a while was all too much. I kept myself busy. There was exercise (yes! I was shocked too!!), impromptu dinner party and drinking after work. Highlight of the dinner party was the empty bottles (2 sake, 3 wine) I encountered the following morning, and the memory of security visiting to investigate 'smoking in the apartment'.

Saturday rolled around, and yours truly woke up brewing with remarkable motivation. A workout followed by my usual stroll to Cafe Grumpy, then a Chinese massage to release the stress in my shoulders and neck. I must be getting old, as all of a sudden I am conscious of how my lifestyle is affecting my body. Judging by how much it hurt, I haven't been doing well at preserving my physical well being.

Before I knew it was 6.30pm and I was frantically trying to put an outfit together, worthy of a night out with The NYC Girls. I teamed up my Gap black 'sack dress' with grey opaque tights, these shoes (which I have worn 3 times only, since purchasing more than a year ago), and a silver knit belt. The best bit was the vintage 1950s glass bead French purse - a gift from my brother's girlfriend. It is in perfect condition and receives much acclaim on each outing.

At 7.15pm I was late, in a cab, en route to the West Village. S and I caught up over a chai tea, played with the baby*, got him all dressed and ready for his night out with The Boys and dropped him off, jumping in a cab in the nick of time. We arrived at Fig & Olive fashionably late ... of course!

The food was great, but the deafening music not so. It was like it's a nightclub, but it's a restaurant. The waitress could not hear us, and vice versa. The conversation at our table kept up for 3 hours, but most of us are nursing sore throats this morning. If weeknights means lower volume, I'll be back. If not, then C'est la vie ... there are plenty of good Mediterranean restaurants.

Walked home in those shoes, never again! Woke up today, no hangover. Workout again and spent the day being lazy. Just getting to writing a bit now and still some work I should look at before tomorrow ...

* I need to tell you about this development. There have been random entries but not much on how his arrival has challenged the way I feel about babies and lot of other things ...

Protocol 2

2008-01-13T17:01:00.000-05:00

So yesterday's post was lighthearted. I didn't think much of it and was flattered on some level. There was one thing I left out ... Yesterday morning, as I was at the end of my workout (there is a gym in my building), stretching with yoga poses on a mat, said security guy comes into the gym. Now that in itself is normal, as he is supposed to do rounds in the building as part of the 'security' gig. The strange thing was he was hanging around, watching me, and I think trying to talk to me but I was in a 'zone' plus Ipod blaring in my ears. Him coming to my door came a few hours later.

So far, fine. Today I am working out, at a different time, and he again materializes. Again I'm ignoring him. There are security cameras everywhere, so he will know when I'm in the gym... If this keeps up I will have a very strong incentive to move asap!

I do have tickets on myself as much as the next girl! But this is definitely creeping me out!!

Protocol

2008-01-12T14:16:00.000-05:00

One of the security guards in my building just knocked on my apartment door and handed me his number. Not quite sure what to think about that ...

Have been creeped out by him from Day 1, and what am I supposed to do now? Run through the lobby every day ?!?

Overheard in New York tonight ... tomorrow morning in Sydney

2008-01-11T22:45:00.000-05:00

"I have something to tell you ... " she says excitedly

Not quite sure how I knew ... "Are you engaged!?!" ... I say without giving it a thought.

Excited giggle at the other end "Yeah .." she says in a cute little girl's voice.

We were the girls who never took the good guys seriously, and got hung up on the players. We snickered at 'happy couples' and swore that we would never be part of 'public display of affection' shenanigans. We travelled the world and refused to be tied down. When she met him she knew this was it. And how it has changed her world ... a wonderful guy and all the things she has always loved about life. Who says when you get married you lose yourself? This girl definitely won't.

To a wonderful life together for Minky & The DJ!! Nothing warms my heart more than knowing the happiness in your hearts right now xx

P.S. Trip to Sydney due

Global warming

2008-01-08T23:01:00.001-05:00

New York last Thursday: -20C with wind chill

New York today: +20C in the sun

Who says global warming is a myth?

New Year's Resolutions

2008-01-07T22:02:00.000-05:00

Admittedly, I have never before set myself resolutions as a fresh year approached. I probably would not have this time around either had it not have been for brunch on New Year's Day.

After the painful early afternoon wake up , we found ourselves sitting in The Park. A quiet end of 10th Ave, away from the touristy crowds which seem to have descended on to New York from ... everywhere!!! I sat there feeling sorry for myself, while others had yet to make it to bed, despite having some in on the London 'red eye' only the previous day. We ordered eggs, bacon, hot chocolate, chips ... all the things we hoped would make us feel better. As we tucked in, someone said: So what are every one's new year's resolutions?

I love peer pressure. Probably the only way I am guaranteed to do something. So here I was, with hangover, forced to reflect and think how I can improve myself. What distracted me was what J was saying ... her first resolution sounded like something that came out of my mouth. The way I would express and articulate it. We had laughed about our similarities the night before, but now this was proof. We had in fact been separated at birth! But I digress, this is a whole separate entry ...

When it was my turn to admit to my friends what flaws I was willing to address, it came out easily:

1. Be nicer to people. Work on how I put things across, with aim of sounding more amiable.

2. Eat better and exercise more.

3. Stop getting hung up on unsuitable men.

2 I had already put into action starting Boxing Day, 1 is manageable, 3 is going to be the tricky one.

Growing up is optional

2008-01-06T12:25:00.000-05:00

Bob sent me an email the other day, which started off with:

"What are you doing for your 30th ..."

The only response I could think of:

"Ummm ... pretending it isn't happening!!"

It is ten months away and as the time grows nearer I am bound to be asked this question more and more often. So, if I absolutely have to mark the occasion ... the theme will be 'growing up is optional'

Happy New Year!

2008-01-06T01:55:00.000-05:00

December 31th, 8am in the office we watched the spectacular firework display on Sydney Harbour. Later at 7pm the calls from London came in telling us about the light show London had put on ... Where were the fireworks in New York? Some say on the East River, but for those of us on the West Side in the 20s there was nothing to be seen. Oh well, who said New Year's Eve has to have fire and light? Not when you have wigs, hats and drinking games!!

The lovely Mark and Hannah held a wig inspired soirée, complete with a burning fire and whiskey spiked whipped cream. We laughed, ate, drank and then the games started. Additions to the party arriving as we were amidst Brainstrain ... explaining why we all had post-it notes stuck to our foreheads was quite amusing. We rushed on to the roof at midnight, listened as the crowd at Times Square went wild, but no fireworks ?!? Later we took to the streets, ending up at a Mexican bar in Gramercy, then on to the Lower East Side ... Sobering up, feeling the cold and finding a cab, being a memorable part of the evening. There is a Dominican cabbie somewhere in the city hoping to bump into 3 brunettes who promised him the world ... only if he took them across and uptown for $30 ... Sometimes a white lie never hurt anyone ;-)

Waking up the next next ... Hangover - check! Stranger next to me - thankfully not!

Barneys Co-op

2007-12-29T19:57:00.001-05:00

I stumbled across Barneys Co-op today and despite the current shopping hiatus I decided to peak in. The sales are on after all, it would have been rude not to ...

Twenty minutes later I emerged with a smile, and a silver cashmere 'Kate Moss for Topshop' swing dress. Not one to follow hype, but seeing it hanging there I was in love. I think I am done on the NYE outfit.

The joys of red tape

2007-12-29T03:56:00.000-05:00

After months of avoiding it, yesterday I decided to finally make the ten block trip to the closest social security office and apply for a Social Security Number... The building, the waiting area, public servants with attitude, all reminiscent of that visit to get a NI number (UK equivalent of a social security or tax file number) back in 2002. That little exercise required an appointment and half a day of waiting. A good opportunity to interact with society's participants whom you would not encounter in everyday life. I was prepared for it, but this was that and more.

The stoner with attitude walked in right after me. The muttering in the lift should have been a sure sign. Moving his chair in the aisle and then very very reluctantly, over a ten min period, inching it (sort of) back into place, with urge from the burly security guard. All while meticulously taking stuff out of his buttoned up pockets, buttoning them up and repeating the process when replacing each item back. A fisherman hat low over his eyes and muttering. As soon as someone sat next to him he moved away muttering insults. Nice! What looked like a rolled up skipping rope firmly in his hands ... I don't even want to go there.

Two society ladies in their casual cashmere and shawls. Sighing with impatience having to deal with this 'common' situation. Another Park Avenue Princess drooping in diamonds looked far from impressed. I think single, as she spotted the one borderline ok looking guy and did not hesitate to plonk herself next him, all while trying to crack a lame joke. The average single NYC woman gives the rest of us a bad name!

Nervous guy, who I sat next to, started muttering to me about having to replace his SS card, and not understanding why. He eventually got called and was turned away for not having the right documents. All that made him more nervous. He was quivering and repeating the instructions given by the helpful public servant, more than once. Something about being nervous to lose something or other. Poor guy, but on the 4th round of repeating instructions I joined the rest of the waiting room in a collective eye roll. Thankfully, he then rushed off in a huff.

Eventually my number was called. So many better ways to spend a Friday afternoon.

Sunny winter's day

2007-12-28T09:23:00.000-05:00

Sometimes you don't need the obvious in order to glow

Mum's Birthday

2007-12-23T17:32:00.000-05:00

This year for Mum's birthday my treat was to cook all day. Not sure if it was more of a gift for me or her ... I got to stretch my skills a bit, discovering cooking for 6 is not as simple as cooking for 4 or 2. Preparation time for each dish suddenly becomes more important, and the last 30 minutes before we sat down to the starter at lunch were a bit stressful. Looking back it was a bit of a rush, akin to what I sometimes experience at work. Thankfully, everyone (except Mum) stepped in as a willing sous chef, swallowing their pride and eagerly following my snappy instructions. There was a lot of 'don't touch that', 'chop this', 'garnish those with basil', 'no, wash the basil first' ... and my favourite 'stop eating the fondant mixture' ...

I learnt something new with this exercise. Making delicious food, even if it takes all day - Easy! Photographing it in all it's glory - Not So Easy! Hope that explains the not-so-great photos, but I was just too excited not to share them.

I started the day recreating Bill Granger's ricotta hotcakes to much acclaim. We substituted the honeycomb butter with Vermont maple syrup (my brother's girlfriend praising it above the Canadian version).

Lunch kicked off with Mushroom Stacks. A recipe I found in an old Marie Claire cookbook. Eggplant, fennel, field mushrooms spread with pesto, topped with feta cheese and cherry tomatoes. Stack all ingredients in that order and bake at 200C for 30 mins. Sprinkle with black pepper and fresh basil. Serve immediately. (I cheated a little and first baked the eggplant pieces by themselves for 30 mins.)

The main event lemon and basil chicken accompanied by Roasted Peppers topped with Halloumi. The recipe I found in a yellowed page from the SMH Good Weekend dating back to the mid 1990s. I used roasted peppers (drain well or even better go for a variety not marinated in vinegar, if available), layering with halloumi, topping with 2 finely sliced cloves of garlic, black olives, capers and parsley. Sprinkle with olive oil. Bake for 20 mins at 200C. Serve immediately.

The crowning event was Chocolate Fondants with Dulce de Leche sauce, courtesy of The Stone Soup via Initiales JB. Finally got to put my Pavina glasses and JB's Avanti serving dish to good use. Thank you, JB! Not only for the gifts, but for the inspiration.

Ta - Da!!

I Heart Holidays

2007-12-16T14:39:00.000-05:00

Being on holiday is marvelous. You sleep in every day, have all the time in the world to write, cook, do all the stuff you like doing but never quite manage to make part of a regular daily routine. Ahh ... the bliss

Now back to work tomorrow ...

Turning 30

2007-12-16T06:59:00.000-05:00

Seeing her dancing on the bar without a care in the world. Surrounded by all her closest friends What a beautiful feeling

Just hope I can be so brave when I get there

Living Dangerously?

2007-12-14T04:27:00.001-05:00

What would you do if you fooled around with a friend's friend, but you never told the friend. Then everyone goes on their merry way. One day you find yourself having dinner with your friend, his friend who you had a thing with, and one of your closest buddies (who as expected knows all about the little liaison). Sometimes I wonder how people get themselves into these situations ...

High Tea

2007-12-12T18:24:00.000-05:00

The first time I experienced, the very English Afternoon Tea ritual was in Hong Kong, just about two years ago. Minky and I were seeking refuge from the humidity after a day of shopping and wondering around the island. We stumbled across Harvey Nics, with its very own Fifth Floor restaurant. At that time I was frequenting the London version a lot and figured it would be a good option for the well needed rest. Mid afternoon, like most HK western style establishments (I was to discover later), they served Tea. While in London it is something you need to plan and book well in advance, in the Far East former colony you just wonder in and the warm scones follow. What happened next for Minky and I, is a memory we will still be laughing about in the old age home. It involved a usually well-composed lady (me), accidentally dropping a mini chicken-mushroom pie in my latte (why was I drinking a latte and not tea? small detail), splashing it all over the pristine white tablecloth, both of us laughing with tears streaming down our faces, much to the entertainment and/or dismay of fellow diners. The full story is much better told in person with both of us there.

Shortly after I gave it another try. For Mum's birthday - Mum, me and Gran went to Cliveden House, which serves the coveted mid-afternoon meal in what Gran called 'hunting lodge surrounds'. It was a nice way to spend a winter's afternoon in the country, but we hadn't been eager to go again.

This week as the male to female ratio in our house went to an all time high - with my brother's girlfriend it will stand at 4 to 2 during the holidays - a quick gaze at The Ritz website we had a booking. In London a lot of hotels put their best pastry chefs and superior tea selections forward when it comes to Afternoon Tea, but the most famous is that of The Ritz. Now that I have one foot firmly in New York, I definitely feel the need to do some things, which before I would have dismissed as simply touristy. (I climbed the Sydney Harbour Bridge in January, which I would have never done had I still been living there).

The drive to Piccadilly was almost as exciting as the tea itself. Harrods was lit up and festive, and there was (fake) snow falling on the Brompton Road. Confusion all round as traffic was slowing down to witness the 'miracle'. I have been to The Ritz for drinks before and did not rate its formality and clientele, but tonight it all fell into place. The primed ladies and distinguished gentlemen, giggling tourists, well tuned out staff at every step, the string quartet. Seated in the opulent Palm Court after a glass of champagne, the selection of teas was expertly served, the finger sandwiches kept coming, the scones (always main event for me) were warm, and the cakes divine. Half way through Gran turned to me and excitedly noted - "What a fantastic way to spend an afternoon ... I think this is much better than the previous place (Cliveden)..."

Going Comando

2007-12-11T15:43:00.000-05:00

Given my recent encounter with Tom Ford I googled him a bit today with intention of finding a dishy photo to post. Instead I came across this ... So Tom, like someone else I dig, likes to go commando. There is something really sexy about a boxer-less man.

Housemates

2007-12-10T20:25:00.000-05:00

I could not be back in London without making the pilgrimage back to the place I had called home last. The big house was renovated and divided into smaller apartments and it had been this time of year two years prior that I had first laid eyes on the flat I was to later call my own. The rest of the neighbours all moved in within weeks of each other, and the casual get togethers quickly became a tradition. One that has continued and they all welcomed me back for the Christmas CG Dinner.

Recounting my first Halloween in NYC, I was describing the 'costume in lift episode'. Dressed as a devil complete with a tail, horns, pitchfork and massive fake eyelashes I got into the lift, which was full of guys some of whom I recognised from my somewhat conservative corporate job ... Just as I was cringing at the memory Gingercake pipes in:

"You should have said 'Someone press Hell for me, will ya?!?' ..."

Hilarious!!

We finish off the night with Disarono over ice, as is the habit. There are more stories to tell, but there is always next time.

Falling in through the front door, the familiar smell takes back 4 months, to a different time and place. I look around, the apartment is there but now someone else's home.

Ciao CG. I miss you x

Mish Mash and Maddy

2007-12-09T11:26:00.000-05:00

Three months is not a short time to be away. Last night K threw a fantastic party. Nearly all my favourite people in London were there. Those who weren't made it in spirit. There was a lot of champagne, mini frittata and sausage rolls, olives and dips, honey mustard sausages, marinated chicken floated around on a platter, baked brie with cranberry sauce, and of course mince pies with brandy butter. Later we migrated to the local. Mish Mash should have a plaque at the front to commemorate the Friday nights K and I have spent there perfecting our pole dancing skills, flirting and being generally outrageous. When I think back I sometimes cringe, but mostly those priceless moments make me giggle.

Maddy has grown and is nothing like the little puppy who had a fight with my natural bristle brush the day I was packing. This morning as I started washing the 30 odd wine glasses scattered throughout K's place, Maddy jumped up paws on the kitchen counter wanting to play, still thinking she is a tiny ball of fluff. Later over scrambled eggs and pancakes with Vermont maple syrup K admitted having Maddy was the best decision she had made. And I have to agree.

Now after a delicious coffee I am curling up with the Sunday Times Style magazine. Oh, how I have missed the British press. Reading it online is just not the same.

Shopping strike ?!?

2007-12-08T07:07:00.000-05:00

When I moved to New York I said something along the lines of "I have a lot of clothes and will not be buying more in the next few months ...'. Imagine Mum's surprise as I started unpacking this morning:

Mum: "So you haven't been shopping much ....?"

Me: "Mmmmm ... no"

Mum: "Funny then how I don't recognise anything that has come out of your case so far ..."

Oh, yes! Funny that! I had been in a false security mode and complete denial about having added to the already HUGE clothes, shoes, bags, accessory stack.

Always looking your best

2007-12-08T06:42:00.000-05:00

It is one of those things your Mum will say. Now I really know why ...

Last night after hours of tiresome packing, a stressful ride to JFK and nearly missing my flight, I quickly passed through security to steal a few moments in the lounge. As I rounded the corner at the lounge entry, I stood back to let a stunning somewhat familiar man pass. I was impatient and distracted, but as he walked past he caught my eye and smiled. I rushed into the lounge and breathlessly whispered:

"Was that Tom Ford??"

The Lounge receptionist smiled sweetly, confirming my enquiry, before quickly redirecting me to the Business lounge. Ooppss ...

Me, German?

2007-12-07T00:30:00.000-05:00

This evening having called it an early night, just coming up to midnight (in NYC that is when it all begins) I stumble into my building and sleepily float toward the lift. I impatiently press on 10 drifting in warm fussy thoughts of being minutes away from my warm bed. The day dream is interrupted as a cute (and very camp) 20 something hold the door open and rushes in. He takes one look at me and starts off on a rant about doctors. How you should not marry them, not date them, just don't get involved period. Clearly a lovers' quarrel with .. you guessed it ... a doctor. The rant lasts to the 9th floor. As he exits he turns back:

Him: Are you German?

Me: No I'm Australian

Him: Oh ... I've never met an Australian ... well ... put another shrimp on the barby ...

Winks, and stomps off.

Not sure which is more confusing. That he has never met an Australian or that he thought I was German!!

Mani Pedi

2007-12-05T22:13:00.001-05:00

Him: You get pedicures in winter ?!?

Me: Yeah

Him: But ... no one sees your toes ...

Me: (smirking) Hmmm ... that's what you think

Probably not the most appropriate conversation to have with your boss. Although ... cab driver seemed to enjoy it immensely.

Friendship in words

2007-12-03T20:24:00.001-05:00

Minky said the something to me yesterday as we said goodbye :

Have a great day babe! ... Take a bite out of the Big Apple for me!!

Walking home tonight, I realised just how sweet it was ...

Notes from the Mansfield

2007-11-28T20:50:00.001-05:00

More winter essentials

2007-11-27T06:27:00.001-05:00

Sexy V-neck cashmere number from Kenneth Cole. Wearing it with belts, over bright skirts or clean cut jeans
The next great belt, to follow in the steps of my limited Marc Jacobs number

Cute pink 'Blonde with Benefits' T-shirt ... I may not be blonde but do come with benefits.
Glittery tights - wearing with dresses and dainty heels
Kenneth Cole casual poncho, a gift from W

Canadian Bacon?

2007-11-26T21:23:00.001-05:00

I woke up as the airplane clumsily touched down at Toronto's Pearson Airport. Later as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes I realised there was a snow storm outside, accounting for the earlier 'clumsiness'. It was beautiful, scary yet stunning. I could hardly make out the terminal building through the thickness of the falling snow.

A rush through customs and into the arrivals lounge. There is he. Casually leaning against a pillar. It could have been yesterday that we said goodbye in the cold winter's air, and not 15 years earlier. He battled the snowy roads and a little while later we settled to a comforting breakfast of Eggs Benedict, with both Canadian and 'regular' bacon. The bacon debate aside, we laughed and tried to catch up on lost time. Major achievements, notable relationships and everything else in between.

That afternoon I settled into the Cosmopolitan Hotel. A nap in the thick 300 thread count sheets and then down to the Spa. I was really treating this as 'time out'. The room was spacious and airy. The music zen-like and the yoga mat in the closet a pleasant surprise. (Being one who endeavours to travel with a yoga mat, but never do). Definitely deservant of its Conde Nast Hot List 2006 status.

In the evening, and the next day, there was more catching up. Two friends I have not seen for 1.5 decades and another for a few years. It will never cease to amaze me how some people you do not see or talk to for years, and when they are standing in front of you, it is like no time has passed. You slot right back into it. Times and lives may have changed but the bond is there, and will always be.

The next night we celebrated D's success. I listened to his friends rave about the adventures and his clients about his talent. Left me with a smile on face. Fantastic to see my friends happy in their lives. When you think about it, it is really all that matters.

I jumped in a taxi in the early hours, waking up as we touched down at LaGuardia. The sun was out and my aviators were nowhere to be found. Still wearing my red party dress as I waved past the doorman, rushing upstairs for a few hours sleep before W's arrival, and doing it all over again ...

Return to Toronto

2007-11-21T21:26:00.000-05:00

It has been nearly 15 years in the making. And now on the eve I am ... nervous

P.S. Yep, definitely nerves ... I need to leave for the airport in 4 hours and I'm still up watching SATS reruns.

Catching up

2007-11-21T20:58:00.000-05:00

Catching up with an old friend is always exciting. I just never imagined it would be so ... My second visit to Public ... being Friday and tired, I polished off a lentil salad, the tender lamb main and the chocolate plate ... accompanied by a white, a red, then a glass of dessert and a macchiato. The sensible one would have called it a night then ... but it was much more fun to move on to a nearby bar ... laugh and catch up some more ... drink pomegranate mojitos ... one and then another ... Should have really headed home at that point ... instead we were summoned to a nearby VIP room ... champagne, more conversation, G&T ...

The finale will always stay with me ... 3am, cab ... we are both babbling, not sure anyone could understand what the other was saying ... I think one of us was talking on the phone ... Ahh, 'til next time.

Long Island Autumn

2007-11-12T21:37:00.001-05:00

* The first and last two shots courtesy of K

This week's notable quotes

2007-11-11T23:25:00.001-05:00

Wednesday night with K on the Upper West Side, driving south along Broadway discussing where exactly Central Park starts.

Me: It starts at 59th St
K: Oh 59th is the one that does the ... (K goes a hand squiggle) ... right by the park?
Me: (dubious) Yeah, that's the one
K: (very unimpressed) Oh yeah, I don't like driving on that one

The previous (hilarious) 3 hours we had Popovers (fancy Yorkshire puddings), loudly discussed sex in CVS (drug store), spent 1 hour looking for a parking spot (unsuccessful). Not a single drop of alcohol for either of us!

During the CVS episode, K recounting early experiences

So I was laughing and making jokes as we were doing it ... He was not happy ... apparently 'we did not know each other well enough to joke during sex' Phuff! Whatever!

***

Sunday afternoon en route to Long Island vineyards

Me: (pointing to a nearby field) Look a flock of ducks
K: They are gees
Me: Aren't gees white?
K: No, these are Canadian gees
Me: You are making this up*

*need to Google this

A little later, after having visited a few vinyards, discussing how we both have 'the best vegetarian chili' recipe

K: I am going to try and make it less spicy
Me: What spices do you use?
K: cayenne pepper, chili powder ...
Me: (confused) Oh, mine isn't spicy ... (realising dumb mistake) oh yeah, it's vegetarian nachos, not chili ...
K: (laughing) This is so going on your blog ....

I think I was drunk last night ...

2007-11-10T14:42:00.001-05:00

Recollections of being loud and obnoxious, running in the rain, tuning out in the taxi to random thoughts about work. What did I order at the sex toy party? Finally making it home, cooking bacon and eggs, I must have eaten them as no evidence to the contrary. Somewhere between 2 and 4am I ordered a pay-per-view movie, Knocked Up. I woke up during the childbirth scene. It was 4.09am. Remember being on Facebook, must check for any inappropriate comments. Weird dreams about being cold.

Woke up at 10am, and was 5 minutes late for Pilates lesson. Seemed so much harder this morning. Walking down Seventh Avenue in the fresh air and Saturday sunshine wearing aviators, wrapped in a scarf and donning Uggs boots, feeling very much like a local, I got chatted up. Somehow I don't think I looked my best. Must be those pheromones.

Much deserved latte at Cafe Grumpy and a quick skim of the NY Times real estate section. Property prices in Manhattan continue to rise despite bourgeoning sub-prime mortgage crisis. Home for a quick shower. Check Facebook ... no excessive comments made in drunken stupor. Early for facial appointment. Feeling relaxed I pop into New York Burger Company for a quick lunch. Delicious medium rare burger with a side salad and a water, while devouring the November issue of Vogue.

What it is to be young (relatively), free and single!

It's only 2pm ... I need a nap

Satsko

2007-11-04T20:20:00.000-05:00

Last night saw me head out with 'The NYC Girls'. I did first write 'The Girls' but that felt a little strange. I think having a posse in each city is the way to go ;-)

Satsko was recently listed in NY TimeOut's Tony 100 aka the New York Foodie Bible, which E devours religiously. In her words ... 'this place jumped out at me'. So there we were, five friends - some have known each other for years and others relatively new to the group. None of that mattered last night. We all share the passion for good food, quality sake and not letting the drafty door distract us from our evening.

Our cute waiter was full of suggestions and the hot bartender kept the sake flights coming, in an attempt to satisfy K's discerning palate. Rice varieties, regions and fermentation methods were discussed opening my eyes to an unknown world. I listened intently, took a taste of each small glass and tried to remember what I should look for when confronted with a comprehensive sake list. After many tasters we settled on the "Demon Slayer” Wakatake Onigoroshi junmai daiginjo (Dry).

The food came, with slightly lenghty delays between courses. To start we sampled the tender Hamachi tuna, grease-less Calamari, Sesame Tofu Salad and Mango Salad. All came in perfect tiny bite size bits. It took even the most motivated (me!!) a long time to get through them. What followed was even more divine ... Ill tempered Bass accompanied by Pumpkin mash which in words of cute waiter 'makes out with your tongue' ... Pistachio Crusted Yellowfin Tuna, over sweet potato daulphoinoise ... and a Risotto like I have never tasted before. Instead of chicken stock they used a kelp stock, the base of most Japanese dishes ... Yum. At that point as I am ready to give up sex for a month if it means eating like this every night, our waiter appears and surprises us further. Dessert ... homemade ice-cream, including the 'best green tea ever' and 'aged sake' flavours ... warm ginger cake, which was just like sticky toffee pudding only ginger. By now you are probably wondering about the chef ... Sean Bath, a Kiwi!! Why is it the chefs that impress me the most lately are from Australia or New Zealand? Something about the unmatched quality of Asian fusion they have mastered.

While we were immersed in the wondrous flavours and textures presented before us, the restaurant around us was a constant moving space. People coming and going, a lot of locals greeted by name as they passed the threshold of the tiny restaurant. They would gather around the bar for impromptu sake bomb competitions. Come midnight, the music volume went up five notches and the steady stream of sake bomb lovers continued.

Finally it's the weekend

2007-11-03T14:55:00.000-04:00

Last night K and I tried a famed vegetarian restaurant, the Candle Cafe ... dare I say the first time I bravely sampled macrobiotic fare. And it was delicious, and freshness that Minky would approve of. A fair attempt at a healthy evening, we quickly moved on to drinking beer at less flashy establishments nearby ... including a gorgeous Belgian beer garden ... if only I could remember the name of it or what street it was on ...

This morning waking up in time to barely make a noon Bikram class. Felling dizzy and realising the class is taught by one of these teachers who can't be bothered to ask you why you can't do a pose, but keep pushing you. "F*ck off, my blood pressure is low, I'm hung over and can you not see I keep losing my balance and almost passing out!" Halfway through the class I resolve to take up real yoga again. The Birkam studio I go to smells anyway! The problem is, I get bored easily so I book a private pilates lesson instead... the kind you do on the funny looking machines.

Today is not all about gloom ... toys ordered at a recent sex toy party have arrived. Ooooh yeah! Among them is a bottle of body wash which claims to contain pheromones ... I am out with the girls tonight so it could be a very interesting evening ...

JCrew.com ... I'm addicted

2007-11-01T23:29:00.000-04:00

Just some essentials ...

... and this dress in red ... second red dress in a week!

Halloween is not only for children

2007-10-31T21:47:00.000-04:00

Amazing what a transformation some horns, a tail and a pitch fork can make ... Running around the West Village with a Heavenly Angel, Batman, Sexy Naval Officer, the Wild West Pimp and an Alcatraz escapee ... Drinks and impromptu photo session at Puck Fair ... On to Plumm with the beautiful people, the porn stars and the Naked Cowboy ... A Hummer full of nuns ... A private party ... Dancing until 5am ... Spending all of Sunday in bed recuperating ... well worth it!

Monday

2007-10-29T21:23:00.001-04:00

Monday ... It's the first cold day. Spring coat is out and I regret not knowing where my gloves are. Work ... boring.

Quick dash to Bloomies for eyebrow touch up. Swing past the Mac counter for essentials, pick up a Guava Lip Glaze from Stila, and a red jersey Zara dress. (The kind you can wear with flats, but also with opaque tights and heels, maybe team up with a belt). Walk home in the crisp winter air ... it almost smells like Christmas.

Sometimes I love Mondays, and New York City ... I will always love.

Babies

2007-10-29T06:59:00.000-04:00

Lunch and shopping trip with new parents last Saturday, I was trusted to push the buggy around for a bit. During a relatively short period of time, on not one but two (!!) occasions I pretended the baby was mine. It is just that as people crowded around and cooed I could not bring myself to crash the image they were building up in their minds ... Oh dear!

In Pursuit of Hedonism

2007-10-26T00:58:00.001-04:00

A conversation late last night, after many cocktails has started me off ... am I really all about pursuing hedonism?

It has been another week of excess ... so maybe I am

Sleepless

2007-10-22T23:43:00.000-04:00

Spending hours with Minky, doing what girls do best ... analysing, has left me strangely perturbed. I am exhausted and at the same time cannot sleep. I would kill for some Valium right now ...

Porn on NY Mag

2007-10-22T19:48:00.000-04:00

Surfing nymag.com in search of a venue for tomorrow night, I stumble across this. Immediately intrigued by the title I click and read on ... within minutes I feel the beginning to what can blow up into 'hot and bothered' and look around to see if anyone has clued up. Seeing no one is even looking my way I read on ... I think this will become part of my daily press perve.

One for Minky

2007-10-21T20:28:00.000-04:00

Other People's Expense Accounts

2007-10-21T18:21:00.000-04:00

After an extremely eventful weekend last week, which left my body bruised and my head in the clouds, the days that followed went by in a flash. Due to the heavy evening plans I had little energy for more than work and priming.

Always difficult to go back and recount finer detail when the events are no longer fresh in my mind, but I will give it a try ...

Tuesday night checked out Wakiya at the Gramercy Park Hotel. (My local source tells me the hotel was recently newly renovated, impressively the choice was not mine but that of a visitor.) The Jade and Rose Bars, both beautiful spaces with impossibly high ceilings and full of glorious colours and textures. The jade and the rose, shades a notch down from velvety emerald green and rich Louis XIV red. Very luxurious ... but a little crowded.

Walking into the Wakiya the my first thought was Hakkasan, but red. Hakkasan for those of you who have graced its dark wood tables and tasted its delicious cocktails please forgive me, for this New Yorker comes close in matching the magic. The food ... we left ourselves at the mercy of our chatty waitress ... pork belly, pork belly and more pork belly ... yum!

The following night I joined the fabulous H, in a gorgeous Reiss Summer 2007 number, for cocktails and dinner at Public. The banter only made better by the arrival of a boisterous (but in a fantastically fun way) ex-colleague and side kick. Conversation, albeit some work related was fun and had me laughing for hours. It is indeed a very small world we operate in.

I had sampled Public's cocktail fare once upon a time when a good friend worked there, but had not been back since. Said friend no longer working there I left myself at mercy of cute, albeit 'too blond' bartender who was knowledgeable and quickly suggested something I felt like but yet had not thought about myself. A moment of realisation, why I do what I do and why he does what he does ... By the way this is my new thing, never pick a cocktail from a menu, just let the bartender mix something which they thinks suits you. Usually only select the base, which lately is gin. The food spectacular and rich with Asian vegetables and world spices. It makes me want to go to The Providores when I'm back in London in December. I vow to return for Public's famed brunch. But I do wonder how the NZ snapper gets to NYC so fresh tasting ...

Tomorrow, this week's roller coaster starts ...

Overheard in New York

2007-10-21T17:45:00.000-04:00

Him: (sounding offended) 'Playboy?? Me?? No way!!'

Her: (calmly) '*insert name* once all your friends, as they are awaiting your arrival at a party, start speculating which girlfriend you will come with ... in my book, you have officially arrived as a playboy!!'

Him: (sounding defeated) 'Fair enough ...'

Watching Rugby!

2007-10-15T22:36:00.000-04:00

Yes ... it is true! In the last 2 weeks I have been spotted at not one, but two rugby games. Not in France, but in dark Village bars.

The first time Australia were playing, and you can imagine my disappointment as we lost, after having gotten out of bed at 7am on a Saturday.

And the second because a cute boy asked me along. Watching the France - England game with Aussies cheering France on. Pretty priceless

Now that I'm into it ... the South Africa - England final ... would be great to see it in London.

Ahh .. It's My Birthday

2007-10-15T20:43:00.000-04:00

I always get excited like a little girl. I love the fuss! Wonder at what age that will cease. I hope never ... On the day it poured rain like I have not seen since Sydney. According to superstition it means everything will flow like water. Throughout the day as it kept raining and Manhattan was getting flooded the smile could not leave my face. It looks like it is going to be a great year!

Being away I found myself snowed with birthday wishes, flowers and delicious cupcakes. JB, the doll that she is, ordered an assortment of delicious cupcake souffles and cookies from no other but New York Magazine's 2007 Best Cupcake selection Kyotofu. All consumed ravenously before I even thought of taking a photo. Here is one from the website, but let me tell you no two dimensional representation could do justice to the melt-in-your-mouth sensation as the first bite hits your tongue. True heaven! The Comptoir Gascon chocolate fondants have been knocked off their sweet pedestal.

K and S, the gorgeous things they are, ordered an obscenely sexy flower arrangement, designed to cause maximum embarrassment as it is delivered to the trading floor. Mission accomplished! Beautiful ....

I arrived home that evening to find more flowers from J. Thanking me for hospitality the previous week and birthday wishes in one.

Celebrations continued on Friday evening. There was a plan, which we didn't stick to. A great gathering of new and old friends, truly spectacular. Waking up on Saturday morning with a well deserved hangover and a smile ...

Only in New York City ...

2007-10-10T22:00:00.000-04:00

About to cross 24th Street at 6th Ave something caught my eye. A middle aged man sitting in a non-descipt convertible with the roof down, scribbling away in a notebook. But there was something more ... edging closer I noticed a full sized printer, laptop, desk lamp, papers strewn all over the place and a flower vase. All perched on top of what looked like a desk, fitted across the passenger and back seats. The desk lamp was on, as was the laptop and he had music on. As I walked past gaping I thought I caught a whiff of air freshener. Yes, he was working and deep in thought too!

Only in NYC ... would a man set up office in a convertible. But it is October and it has been raining today ...

One of those moments I really regret not having a camera ...

Frustration and Anticipation

2007-10-08T18:43:00.000-04:00

Realising that you cannot always be in control is one of the key liberating feelings. No matter how clear a situation may be from one's point of view, it is still not the full picture. There can be circumstances that you are not even your radar. Factors, people, situations that would have not crossed your mind in a million years. Sometimes just you need to let things go. And let go in the confidence that what ever is meant to be, will be.

So I did just that. I took a long walk and then cooked through the frustration. I dusted off my Bill Granger Every Day cookbook and produced impressive interpretations of his Ricotta Hotcakes (recipe courtesy of http://www.bills.com.au/) and Creamy Mushroom and Prosciutto Pasta.

For the hotcakes I substituted white flour with wholemeal, adding berries to his standard banana garnish. And for the honeycomb butter, I melted New Zealand Manuka blending it with quality unsalted French butter. Delicious!

I sampled the hotcakes before quickly packing up and delivering both dishes to NY University Hospital. The new Mum needed nourishment, and for all the great facilities at NYU the food is nothing to brag about.

Honey, My Water Broke

2007-10-07T09:23:00.000-04:00

I imagine something like this was said in the early hours of this humid, Indian summer New York morning...

The baby, being the first one I have ever anticipated with such excitement, is the first born of close friends J & S. Something tells me the real excitement is yet to come.

Just wish I knew if I should be shopping for blue or pink outfits.

Drawing Parallels

2007-10-06T18:29:00.000-04:00

Wonderful to receive an email this week from a relative new friend. Reading though it with interest one of the sentences sounded strangely familiar. The cute colloquial phrases, it could have been written by one of my closest friends. One of life's coincidences ...

More Dreams

2007-10-03T18:42:00.000-04:00

Last night after a beautiful dinner at Spice Market I retired late and awoke to yet another unnerving dream. This one about suffering in the hands of a badly trained eyebrow technician. We are moving from facing ones' inner fears onto more trivial topics ... that is a relief. What would I do if my eyebrows weren't looking their best ... God forbid! I don't want to even think about it ... the horror!!