What I'm wishing for this Friday ...

Not much of a wishing day today, but the fine weather does make you long for a few things - mainly holiday beer garden related ...

1. I wish I had a lovely convertible car I could drive around the countryside in

2. I wish I was in San Francisco right now, I can't wait 3 weeks

3. I wish I had an iced coffee

4. I wish I was in New York - because I can't wait 4 weeks either

5. I'm still wishing I took more photographs ... that weren't on Instagram ...

6. I wish I could get off my ass and sort my room out

7. I wish my hair would sort itself out

8. I wish I could get off my ass and wash everything in my wash basket

9. I wish I could get 8 hours sleep and feel rested instead of more tired

10. I wish I didn't feel like I was being forgotten so often

11. I wish I had more faith in myself

12. I wish other people had more faith me

13. I wish the people I care about knew just how much I care about them, because it's so much - almost too much ...

Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world - Oscar Wilde

What's the latest on the nail varnish front?

Following on from this post - my lament on my search for the ultimate nail varnish. I have, in fact, come very close.

Check out this baby: 

This gem, aptly named Supernova, comes courtesy of the folks at American Apparel - my pal with her finger very much on the pulse of all things beauty, whom may be found over at Blushful Beauty, told me about it in linking me to a Blog which I have since regretfully forgotten the name of ...

Needless to say I ran to American Apparel and shelled out the 9 - yes 9! - Euro (Although I could have had 3 for 21, and I have had positive experiences with their nail "lacquers") and in my excitement painted it on my nails immediately and ... forgot to take a picture.

But my obsession didn't end there. Not long after I tried to be fashionable and "on-trend" painting my nails a lovely summery coral from Catrice, 030 Meet Me At Coral Island, which turned out a lot more NEON that I had expected (it's not quite as pink as it appears on the site). Enter my fabulous Supernova and the result -

- heaven! :D

I'm very definitely a woman and I enjoy it. - Marilyn Monroe

What I'm wishing for this Friday...

Just because, I'm having a bit of a longing, nostalgia-filled morning. It must be something to do with rainy, drizzly bus journeys. So here are the things I've been wishing for this morning -

1. I wish I was in New York, on a sunny morning, in denim shorts with a fresh lemonade

2. I wish I was wandering around London on a grey morning on my way to a museum

3. I wish I could see my Granddad more often

4. I wish I had enough money for a cotton/jersey maxi skirt

5. I wish I could get to the gym more often ... and more productively

6. I wish I had a pair of Converse cut-offs...

7. I wish I had a Mulberry handbag

8. I wish for a good birthday for Dad this weekend

9. I wish my hair would sort itself out

10. I wish I had 6 months off to just go around and catch up on life

11. I wish I could tell people what's on my mind

12.  I wish I knew what I was doing

13. I wish I took more photos

14. I wish I wore more lipstick

15. I wish this junkie would stop smoking down the back of the bus ...

... yeah, that was my morning

"When you wish upon a star, makes no diff'rence who you are, anything your heart desires will come to you" - Jiminy Cricket

Why I love coffee shops...

Today I killed time before work exchanging my loyalty card for the promised free coffee.

Warm air greets me as I skip up the steps and through the door. Business people and hipsters alike are deep in conversation and thought pouring over notes, newspapers, notebooks - some distinctively cool music is floating in the air along with the telling scent of coffee.

It's always warm in my coffee shop, never too warm, but warm enough that you can through off your coat and scarf and sit by the windows or read one of the FREE books. Yes, free - it's a communal library set up at the back. The windows have a grey-green muslin-like curtain at the lower half and look out to a one of the few tree-lined streets in the area; giving lovely mottled light come spring and summer. Oh an autumn, it's just so lovely in autumn!

The staff remember you in here, the manager smiles at you. There's porridge for breakfast, salads, ciabatta sandwiches, scones, croissants and so many cakes.

Today a Canadian woman took my order. The Australian barrista wasn't working today, but the German guy with perfect English was. In the que I stood in front of a women I happen to know was a man a few years ago.

It's for reasons like all these and more that I love coffee shops.

Why I was two days late with his birthday...

From the start he made a big deal about birthdays. I'm not a birthday person, I don't like the attention and in particular the receiving of presents makes me incredible awkward. But from the beginning - he loved birthdays. We were "officially" going out 2 days before my birthday - he booked premier tickets to the Lion King in London.

2 months later it was his birthday - I decided to take him to Alton Towers. I'd never spent so much on a birthday present, but I didn't care. He's still going on about it. And so the present battle was in full swing.

This year, I had to do well. I couldn't take him away to the hotel I had picked until he was finished his assignments so I endeavoured to find shoes. The kind of shoes Jedward would wear - don't ask he loves them. He's also a size 11, which makes shoe-buying even MORE awkward.

I found an AMAZING pair on a certain sports site, shelled out for the express shipping and set up an account with a forwarding service in the UK as the company didn't ship outside of Merry Ole' England. When I heard no word as to where my order was a chain of e-mails between me and their ridiculous online "Contact Us" service. It went something like this:

Hi, where are my shoes?

Your shoes? Let me see ...Oh wait, you're in Ireland - sorry, cancelled!

Eh, I know I'm in Ireland, it was being shipped to England!

...

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TALK TO ME!

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Oh sorry about that, go ahead and re-order them.

Eh, what?! Not likely. You fix it!

Oh we're sorry this happened, send us your new order number and we'll refund you the express shipping cost.

...

Oh wait, you're billing address is Irish too - no can do.

YOU GUYS SUCK!!!

God bless Asos. I found an exquisite pair of Puma high-tops designed by Alexander McQueen. Laser card, Express shipping, Done. It'll be delivered on Monday ... his birthday is Sunday. Damn, so close. 

Text Mum on Monday:

Did that package arrive ok?

They called when I was out. Can pick it up from the depo tomorrow

... just shoot me