Thursday, September 30, 2010
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Saturday, September 25, 2010
The starter was a tarte with roast garlic, cherry tomatoes and yellow courgette (from Amica's garden) and chevre:
The main course was pumpkin curry - my very first curry,actually:
The dessert was plum cake with a meringue layer:
When the guests left, they weren't exactly starving so K.'s lovely gift survived a little longer:
Friday, September 24, 2010
Wish me Luck
Thursday, September 23, 2010
It reminded me of towels hung to dry outside a hairdresser's, when in fact it is just an assortment of cleaning rags arranged in military symmetry. Not quite something you'd expect to see on platform 1 of the main railway station of a provincial capital.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
I like the colours and the new design, but the old ones (in the background in the picture below) were more comfortable to sit/lie on as the material felt softer, almost like a firm mattress.
Christo @ Heldenplatz?
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Monday, September 20, 2010
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Make Mine a Furry One!
Saturday, September 18, 2010
One of these days I will...
- tackle those boring letters/statements from banks and insurance companies and file them in a more organised way
- sort through the pile of recipes I keep tearing out of magazines and only keep the ones I think I'll actually ever use and file them...see above
- seriously declutter my wardrobe/shoes/jewellery
- have my living room painted (dread! so much stuff to clear away)
- start all those "creative" projects I've been wanting to do for ages
- sit down and think what I really want to do for the rest of my life
Friday, September 17, 2010
Speaking of Frequent Flier Miles...
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Aren't you jealous?
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Monday, September 13, 2010
Saturday, September 11, 2010
I particularly like the wool-covered safety pin/fibula:
I also bought a short-sleeved polo-neck jumper in what I hope is exactly the same yellow as the one in the retro, or in my Mum's words, "old-fashioned" skirt I bought in London (v. previous post). We'll see when I try the two on together back in Vienna. Even if it doesn't match the skirt, I think I'll get a lot of wear out of it anyway:
Friday, September 10, 2010
Back on Track
I honestly could have bought the whole shop! Actually, I went and got RED magazine after my first reconnaisance visit as there were signs saying you could get 20% off everything with a voucher in the magazine. I dutifully cut out the voucher and returned to buy the skirt. Well, including the magazine price, I still paid more than GBP 16 less than I would have. Applied economics, is what I call this!Today, a parcel from Boden arrived, containing among other things this pretty silk top from the summer sale:
I also bought some nail polish in London, No7's "Foxglove 43":
Try to ignore the fact that my fingers look stunted from this angle - isn't this a beautiful, rich autumn colour? Well, even if you disagree, I love it!
Thursday, September 09, 2010
If Only It Were So Easy!
Recently, the sons of friends (aged 7 and 3 years respectively) seem to develop crushes on me. Now it's just a matter of raising the average age of my admirers by some 30 years.
Wednesday, September 08, 2010
A Typical Saturday Afternoon Pastime in a Typical Austrian Village
Prices are decent and affordable, with concessions for senior citizens and members of the military.
Tuesday, September 07, 2010
Out with the Old
Saturday, September 04, 2010
And Now for a POSITIVE Culinary Experience...
Friday, September 03, 2010
Lethal. Well, Almost
Last Saturday, MC showed me her old hunting grounds, which included a "Planet Organic" store where she loved to eat and shop. We weren't yet in lunch-mode, but decided to stop for a tea and cookies. The above cookies cost almost 4 GBP and contained 5 individually wrapped biscuits. MC was about to tear the wrapper off hers when I stopped her, having just taken a bite of mine. She took a bite and was just as disgusted as I was. We both agreed that they tasted of a very potent kind of bleach or nail polish remover. I'm not exaggerating. We half expected our stomachs to disintegrate. I have no idea whether they had just gone off and hence gave off this utterly revolting taste, or were supposed to taste like that. In the latter case, who are these people who actually like such cookies?