My new friends...

Lilly Bootie, from Pour La Victoire

And a pair of Brighton ankle boots from La Dolce Vita

The end of the month... excuse me, the last 3 days of the month, when your credit is suddenly infinite thanks to the arrival of salary is way TOO dangerous. I swear to God it is...

But aren't they lovely?
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Oh my Chucking God!!!

I just have to comment it (even though I had to watch the episode nearly a week late - one get’s busy once in a while-): Seeing Chuck act a little gay in Gossip’s “Enough about Eve” epi was just beyond awesome. I suppose I could say it got me a little hot and bothered, even. I mean… he looked smashing advancing through the bar approaching his “victim”, and even better when he was playing difficult to kiss.


I love the fact that he has become such a good boyfriend without losing his personal self. That thing he said about Blair’s dream was hilarious and cute, but then we have those details that make him so Chuck. Talk about character evolution.

So yeah, as they said in the podcast, “enough about everyone but Chuck”. He would definitely be #1 on my Scavengers List (and #2, and #3 and… on and on. Mr Chuck… I demand satisfaction!!!!)

Oh, and Blair? you’re totally screwing up. Seriously…

He had THAT look in his eyes; that smile… if we hadn’t been surrounded by people, I would have probably kissed him. Hard. I bet he wouldn’t have minded, at all…

Speech

Had to give a speech today for the fellow insiders. No one from the Club was really available (or willing, if they were), so I had to give the speech about our Club. Something really basic, “please, enroll” kind of thing. No biggie. Not that I was bothered, or anything. I kind of love these things. I had been planning to find some time during the week to write something, but I ended up talking with no prep. Surprisingly enough, everybody loved it (a couple of over enthusiastic mothers even told me the speech sounded very natural… if they only knew it actually was).

The strange thing about the whole afternoon, though, was the fact that one of the teachers that usually participates in the Programs (and who went to China with me) had this HUGE obsession about the fact that I’ve had plastic surgery. HONESTLY!!! I don’t know how many times did I have to tell her it was just the fringe and the fact that I have lost about 12 Kilos since the last time she’d seen me… she even asked for confirmation about her theory! Thanks God A. reassured her that, even though I looked very pretty and better than ever, it was really just the fringe, and probably my new look (he’s always the gentleman). So… there.

I have to say, I’m starting to actually believe that I look way better than ever. It’s not like I’m acting vain, or anything, it’s just a matter of experience. In the very same week 2 people from work that don’t usually see me said so, then these people from Uni, a couple of neighbors…. Cool, huh?

Nespresso & Shopping, what else?

Went on a trip to Nespresso today. Since I came to work half an hour before my usual time (thanks to lovely last minute requests), that gave me the perfect excuse to go equally early… and the opportunity to get there before super-busy time, so as to be able to make the questions I needed.

See… I love shopping at Nespresso. The ambiance, the attitude, the look… I love everything about the sop because it gives you a 360º coffee experience. The fact that they treat you like you’re worth a million does help too. This time, apart from the usual classics (Roma & Ristretto for Dad, Capriccio for me), and my recently acquired and special autumn edition caprice (Singatoba… way delicious), I had to look for a couple other things:

• Substitution for the craves to come when Singatoba is no longer available, given that it is a limited edition an all (don’t know what I’m gonna do without it’s lovely intense blue capsules..)
• A similar yet longer version of Capriccio, lungo blend.
  

Ended up with the usuals, plus Singatoba, plus the new one to try: Vivalto Lungo (A complex yet balanced marriage between South American Arabicas cultivated at high altitude, such as “Cerrado” from Brazil, and an East African Arabica. With floral notes), which I’ll try tomorrow.

Given that it was still early and all, I crossed the street to H&M just to check (for the hundredth time), that the furry brown vest I wanted was available in the correct size. I’ve been looking for it forever, and have only found it in size 46… so when I came across 42, I nearly fainted of happiness. I think that’s what really got me to buy another grey-preppy-woolen vest, and not shopping lust, really. Some minutes and meters later, heading home, I had an intuition, though. I decided to enter the other H&M in the area. Result? Got the furry vest in size 38… the correct one.

Sheer luck, sheer happiness… lovely afternoon.

Today's fashion

Shiny black leggins: H&M
Purple oversized T-shirt: Dolores promesas
Black Blazer: Zara
Illustration: By myself. All rights reserved.

Unexpected

I exit the tube, swearing because of the heat, and find the terrible landscape that Colón Square has become. Everything is full of dust and noise due to the constant building which is taking place in a huge part of the city.

I long for the Madrid we've lost, only for a while more - or so we all hope -. It's then that I suddenly discover a wonderful smell. A smell of spring, of rich flowers, of colours. I turn around, desperate to find it's source, and there it is: the flower kiosk. Surrounded by dust, by uncompleteness, by white and grey and noise, it stands proud, little and colourful.

I can't hel but stare, and smile... so unexpected.

Doubting...

In weeks like this, when I feel exhausted and work doesn't seem as satisfying as yesterday, I wonder if I would be better gone and looking for fortune in that not-so-little-anymore hobby of mine: Fashion.

I will rise above this.
Rather sooner than later.

Mayhem

Thursday afternoon. 15:30 hrs

My project has gone mayhem.
My wonderful, I’ve-been-2-years-planning project.

Great, isn’t it?
Exactly.

Even my ex-boss knows, cause boys around here told him about my stressful state of Thursday.

Worst thing is, mayhem can’t be fixed for myself, which means, I depend on others planning, fixing, and efficiency, which I don’t doubt about, but stress me out equally.

It means I haven’t been sleeping well for the last 4 days…

And it means that I probably won’t until it’s done, hopefully sometime between yesterday and Friday.

It’s going to be a long week. Indeed.

OMFG!!

Well, everybody has seen this picture:


To comment beyond what I did on friday with my collegues (it was the event of the week), would be, honestly, beyond cruel. They're children, after all... which lets me saying that it was another error to sum to all of the simply unforgivable things this president of us has done. I keep wondering, though, what the hell was he thinking letting them go out to a formal event (to which is more than questionable they had to assist) in such outfits, specially when they're supposed to be representing a whole country.

There is a very thin line between personality and bad taste.
This picture just shows how thin.