Saturday, July 30, 2011
Friday, July 29, 2011
La Redoute Showroom, Prelude & Aftermath
It's a pity the original price tag wasn't on - it's even more gratifying to know how much you would have had to fork out originally...provided you would have bought it in the first place and not just been tempted by the bargain. I did research online, though, and found out that the original price was € 89.90.
My other bargain was a long braided red (it is a much nicer red in real life, but I had to take the photos in front of the mirror without flash) belt for €5 (marked down from € 26.90). Believe it or not, I had been looking for a slim red belt anyway:
After we had been asked if we were bloggers (erm, yes, some of us, but this wasn't the reason we were invited, stuffed our faces with the beautifully presented fingerfood and perused the collection, we were given a €30 "journalists voucher". Unfortunately the small print revealed it not to be of the sort where you can just enter a code at some stage of the chekout process, but you have to send the hard copy to La Redoute by snail-mail after your purchase in order to get it credited to your account. Ah, well...gift-horse and all that.
Afterwards, the Mermaid, who had not bought anything, was itching to get rid of some money and - in the mistaken assumption that it was Thursday - wanted to go to Peek & Cloppenburg on Mariahilfer St. to buy a belt she had her eyes on. Once we arrived there, it was closed (well, it was Wednesday after all) and she was suffering from major shopaholic anticlimax syndrome. Thankfully, Promod turned out to be open until 8 and we both bought a cool lightweight cotton tunic, marked down from € 27 to a mere 7:
In case you were having any doubts regarding my "trendiness", among the few keypieces from the AW collection that were displayed was a blue dress. It comes in two colours and I had received the black one just the day before. I wore it yesterday and it is both comfortable and stylish:
Thursday, July 28, 2011
End of an Era...
Update! Chiquita noticed another typo which had escaped my attention, "telefoniren". Either the letter "e" was at an extra charge or the owner's sect doesn't allow him the use of "ie"...
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Unsafe Driving (Don't Tell Mum)
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
My Blooming Food
Cardamom panacotta with apricots from the Wachau region: yum, yum!
Whew, it took quite some effort to subdue it and had the positive side-effect of forcing me to eat slowly, for a change:
Monday, July 25, 2011
Well, the marketing ploy definitely worked as I suddenly remembered *needing* a pair of white jeans and duly ended up with one.
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Friday, July 22, 2011
When you open it, a pungent waft of acetone-smell hits you and you realise that despite looking like a metallic sticker, this really is nail polish. You remove transparent foil on either side of the nail-shaped portions and position it. Before you've firmly pressed it to your nail, you can peel it off and re-position it without tearing it up. You are supposed to just bend over the excess, but in my case, my nails are too short for that and I had to be careful not to accidentally guild my skin. As you can see, this is intended for women with long talons:
The finished product looks very natural and it really is long-lasting . The packaging pitches it as staying for 11 days - we'll see. Usually I tire of the colour within a few days anyway.
All in all: a good investment of €2 and I wish I had bought more. What I love most about this "system" is that application is much quicker than with traditional nail polish, provided that - like me - you apply more than just one coat plus base and top coat.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Ze French Shopping
Speaking of shopping, I also got GOODIES from MAF, brought all the way from Australia. I love the make-up bag and the Cadbury's koalas were really yummy:
As every year, I could not resist buying something from La Droguerie, knowing full well that my purchases are destined for prolongued shelf-life until I actually decide to get started on a creative project:
In general, I don't go into shops that exist in Austria as well, no matter whether there's a sale going on or not. I couldn't resist the handbag-themed t-shirt from ESPRIT for a mere 6 EUR at Galeries Lafayette though. Next to it, was a pair of comfortable chinos the same colour. And NO, I do not intend to wear the two together and look like Miss Piggy:
I also bought two pairs of sandals, the left one from BATA (15 EUR!), the right from Galeries Lafayette. The photo was taken on the window sill in the room where I slept in Nice. The shutters were more or less only held together with good-will and I was afraid that they would decapitate someone on the streets every time I opened them.
I've already worn the shoes and the trousers and am very content with my purchases. I also bought a lovely blue cardigan from Sud Express, which I did not take a photo of, so you'll just have to trust me that it really is lovely and blue. Oh, and I also bought some stuff at Sephora. More about that soon.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
On Saturday, we set our alarms to make it to the beach early(ish) in the morning and on the way there actually got to see the produce market which in the afternoon is replaced by souvenirs and crafts. The selection of locally grown organic tomatoes was quite impressive:
The day we arrived, July 14, was Bastille Day, which was celebrated not only with a military parade on the Promenade des Anglais, but also fireworks:
Laundry, hung to dry "Mediterranean style" in the Old Town:
The Promenade by Night: so pretty! After I took the photo below, we went to the Old Port, which had been partly turned into a pedestrian zone since I last saw it, and had dinner there. Two restaurants down from ours, there was a DJ playing dancefloor classics, which prompted passers-by to put down their shopping bags and beach paraphernalia to start dancing. He even played YMCA and it was only the fact that I was armed with knife and fork that kept me from lifting my hands in the air. I don't know if the party mood had to do with the fact that the Pink Parade had taken place the same afternoon, or if this happens every Saturday night in Nice.
I also don't know if the gentleman on the photo below took part in the Pink Parade, either, but he and his neighbour (who wore white diva-esque sunglasses) entertained us by painstakingly adjusting their bathing trunks to get maximum UV-exposure. Check out the eye-covers:
Monday, July 18, 2011
There might be one or two photos uploaded yet if I a) had not forgotten my camera at home today, which essentially is due to b) the fact that my flight was more than 3 hours delayed and resulted in me getting home at 1:40 a.m. Yawn.
But Nice was as wonderful as usual, I hasten to add.
Please bear with me...
PS: I feel strangely naked without my camera, which usually accompanies me wherever I go.
PPS: If you are ever stranded at Nice airport don't waste your money on internet access with of the public desktop computers there: a connection so slow you'd think it was via a dial-up modem (on second thought - perhaps it is?) and a French keyboard with stuck keys.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
In preparation for my (beach) holiday I applied the orange nail polish to my feet (much better staying power there) on Saturday, adding some nail stickers I had got from the Mermaid for good measure:
More next week...
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
On the bright side: long hair comes in handy when you want to wear a dress with a low "back cleavage" while hiding a little suntanning accident...
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Monday, July 11, 2011
Shiny Happy Hall
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Friday, July 08, 2011
It's allegedly the most expensive mineral water in the world and was created by a Hollywood producer. Which sort of explains it, I guess.
Thursday, July 07, 2011
Wednesday, July 06, 2011
Read Now, Buy Later
Wow. The photos and my less than perfect nails don't do it justice, but this really is like a genre of its own. Super smooth and easy to apply and above all, incredibly shiny and somehow plastic looking (in a good way). The colour is opaque and translucent at the same time. It reminds me of nail polish I saw in Tokyo and regretted not buying that was pitched as "looking like acrylic", which sounds rather off-putting, but basically meant that it gave a shinier and more long-lasting finish.
Tuesday, July 05, 2011
And this is the colour in broad daylight in my lunch-break on Monday, with noticeable chipping going on:
I like the colour for its borderline "sluttiness", but it is definitely better suited to the beach than to the office.
Monday, July 04, 2011
Saturday Night Fever
End of self-pitying killer-virus tangent.
No, the title refers to British dress-sense. The first day of my vacation was a Saturday and my Mum and I decided to take the tube to Covent Garden to stretch our feet after the journey and recover from the shock about our "bonsai" hotel room. Walking to Leicester Square after the first of several visits to my beloved Pret, we were waiting at a traffic light when Mum nudged me. "Those girls must be going to work, don't you think?", implying that the 3 girls in front of us, all clad in micro skirts and killer heels (and not much else) earned their living by selling their bodies. "Oh no", I replied, "that's just your typical going-out outfit here." Mum wasn't convinced, especially as it was rather chilly and those girls were wearing neither tights, nor a cardigan or coat. I explained to her that British (and also Irish) girls had a tendency of simply ignoring outside temperatures and would go out in strappy sandals and flimsy dresses in December, too. It was only when I pointed out two dozen similarly clad groups of girls that she realised they were not all sex workers. In fact, it became a bit of a running joke during our trip, me commenting on scantily-dressed women, "look, here's another prostitute."
Not all women were dressed like sluts at all, but it was really easy to tell the tourists from the natives or Anglo Saxon visitors apart on the Channel Islands as well. Tourists: several layers of clothes, the topmost being a hooded jacket or raincoat, long trousers and trainers. Natives: sleeveless top, shorts or miniskirt, bare legs in flip-flops. Even on the plane that was chilled to arctic temperatures, most islanders or UK visitors were half naked. My theory is that girls are hardened for life from having to wear school uniforms with bare legs in harsh weather.
Saturday, July 02, 2011
Me, being the model employee I am, I'm trying to recover from the nastiest cold I've had in a long time over the weekend After not as much as a runny nose all winter long, I fell victim to airplance airconditioning a.k.a. "germ distributor" on my return flight(s). It started with a viscious throat-ache and a night of fever-induced shivering under two down blankets before it morphed into a horrible cough and head cold, with aching ears thrown into it for good measure. Last night I felt...what was the superlative of "dead" again? I stayed in bed reading until lunchtime, today, feeling very much like Maru. It's o.k. when I don't talk, but as soon as I do, I get a dry
On the bright side, Laura of Lollipop26 fame has taken up blogging again. Yesss!