webcowgirl: (lace)
I stayed up too late last night reading Jasper Fforde's The Last Dragonslayer, which I just really liked a lot. This means due to lack of sleep I 1) forgot my tube pass when I walked out the door and was almost an hour late to work and 2) to make it all better I've not been able to concentrate very well all day. So I was extremely late and useless. Yay!

This has led to a variety of things but the most important one for this very minute is that I am currently wondering if I should buy this bracelet of dark red stone. I need it like a hole in my head but hey, I already have, what, seven?

I also have a longish review of the puppet show I saw on Sunday, "The Curse of Poe" for those of you who like my reviews, or puppets, or evil monkeys. It was a hoot.
webcowgirl: (snow)
We've been having a stupendous cold snap in England, though it's now seeming almost balmy as it's made it above freezing several days in a row. As the snow has melted, hats and gloves and scarves have appeared buried like wooly mammoths in polar ice. I theorize that these items of clothing are fickle and frequently seek owners better suited to their own desires.

In keeping with this belief, two weeks ago I was adopted by a pair of truly spectacular insulated gloves from "Fingerman" of Scandinavia. I was really desperate for truly warm gloves and I think they sensed my need. Based on how tattered they were, I expect they wanted to be with someone who truly treasured them. That someone is me.
webcowgirl: (Default)
Oh, what a lazy, lazy Saturday I am having. I have [livejournal.com profile] wechsler over to keep me company while I potter around the house; it was supposed to be a "go take an autumnal walk in Richmond Park" day, but the "heavy showers" forecast caused us to reschedule it in favor of "stay dry and don't do much." I fed him the leftover Moroccan chicken stew I made at [livejournal.com profile] booklectic's Thursday night; he seemed happy with it. God knows it held up nicely!

Cruelty abounds in the presentation of the Thursday Metro "style" edition: I didn't need to be pointed to a 135 quid dress that's perfect for me, but there it was. Hurray, red is in, but what I need is more green. I also liked this bracelet, but, well, trip to Inverness next weekend, it's no time to be blowing money now.

Last night was a really quality evening of ballet, a super strong mixed bill that I haven't bothered to write up yet. I went with [livejournal.com profile] mable_morgan, who has got to be one of my favorite people to go see ballet with ever. We had a good catch up about our lives and promised that we _had_ to hang out before Christmas. Sadly, she doesn't like panto, so we'll have to find something else to go see. Maybe Cinderella at Sadler's Wells would be the ticket.

URGH what can I say about the rest of the week? I managed to have dinner with [livejournal.com profile] trish_piglet and [livejournal.com profile] babysimon on Wednesday after Pilates, which was great, then I had my last Thursday night at [livejournal.com profile] booklectic's on Thursday - really, all of this time with people during the week is good for me. Work carries on in a state of turmoil, but hopefully my quiet weekend will help restore my sense of self - provided you understand that by "quiet" I mean one ballet, one play, one movie, and bookclub with [livejournal.com profile] robot_mel and [livejournal.com profile] beluosus tomorrow! I have probably 80 more pages of Lady Chatterley's Lover to read, but I cracked open Pursuit of Love and will have to exert strong discipline to get my focus back.
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Wow, my icon seems so appropriate. London is feeling VERY cold. Same old hovering near freezing crap as when I left but more painful. I'll write up my trip later; the next day or two will be very busy. I did get the photos loaded on FB last night - it was a good excuse to talk them through with J. But here's an example of what I was getting there: sun and ocean.Ocean, view from Fortaleza Sao Tiago, Funchal on Twitpic (There were also lots of flowers but they weren't so much in this picture.)

Also, for those of you who like ravens, Judie Gumm has some new jewelry designs featuring them - a necklace and earrings. I used to buy something from her every year at the Northwest Flower and Garden show, and she'll be there again this year. Me, I'd buy the snowdrops or poppy bouquet earrings if I was going to be there, but to have it shipped to the UK is just too much hassle.

Ozu movie tonight 6:30-ish, please join if interested.
webcowgirl: (Theater)
Last night was my big night out of the year, the trip to the fancy dress ball that required a new dress to be done right.

I spent the day watching Southwark Playhouse's Christmas Carol (really fun, please go see it if you like the story and buy your tickets soon as it's selling out quickly, details to follow). When I got home I settled down to finish my review of The Misanthrope that I saw on Friday with Amy and J, the one with Keira Knightley (summary: a good night out, but not worth 50 quid - more in the 20-30 range).

[livejournal.com profile] wechsler and I headed out quite late to the fancy dress ball. J went to "The Peryl's (a band) Victorian Christmas Extravaganza." My evening consisted of: 35 quid tickets; 500 people in room fitting 300; performances that you couldn't get to because of the crowds and couldn't see if you made it in the room; the zipper on my dress busting (FAIL!); five quid for 1) a mixed drink 2) a beer 3) orange juice 4) water; a 40 quid taxi ride home. J had: good music; a gift from Santa; two pound beers; one pound slices of cake; piles of friends; a bus ride home. I do really think he had a better evening overall. It all makes me think that next year I should host a Steampunk Christmas Extravaganza, hire a hall, and really make an event worth attending.
webcowgirl: (Vain)
Damn, the difference between size 16 pants (trousers) with stretch (linen/cotton blend) and size 16 without (pure linen) is AMAZING. My thighs feel so fat. I'm a bit worried I might rip the legs.

Am I just cut funny or what? They're from the same manufacturer and yet the ones I was wearing yesterday were falling off my hips - I actually rolled down the waistband at one point in the evening to keep them in a good spot (i.e. so the crotch wasn't six inches below where it was supposed to be).

Hmm. These pants are brand new, but I think I'm going to have to return them. I wonder if I could get away with wearing my gym pants for the rest of the day?

Also, YAY for the Northern Line.
webcowgirl: (lace)
You may not understand why I need this sweater, but, trust me, I do.

Unfortunately it's not time for buying presents for me, it's time to buy them for others. *sigh* Man, I could sure use some overtime! Too bad no one is going to pay me to pack up my flat.
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Yes, it's the time of year when a girl's thoughts turn lovingly to ... waterproof boots. My big comfy Mary Janes have sprung a leak in the sole and even a little bit of water on the ground is enough to send me home with damp tootsies. Now, many of you have different ideas about proper foot care, but I have cat-like degree of loathing for having wet feet, and thus, much as in the springtime a young man's fancy turns to love, in the fall, this girl's fancy turns to waterproof boots. Humorously, the boots I want are called "Lili" and "Trish." It would be Freudian if only the La Canadienne people had any idea of my social world.

In my boot fantasies I contemplate the low heeled saucy goodness of Trish, but then find myself distracted by the cherry crinkle tastiness of the Lili. Sadly, neither of these boots is available in a wide, making me think seriously about the knee-high stompiness of the Pisa. I am suddenly distracted by the hyper-shine of the Santana "Mira" - but it's only available in a 6 (US), drat! Perhaps the Santana Diana will work?

Ah, it's all too much. Perhaps I should revert to the simple pleasures: these little guys, in red with a black bow, and, of course, a monogrammed bag, perfect for chilly weather. At least I can afford them. (That said, it does really seem like I should try to order a pair for my sister to bring over to me - the boots I brougt with me from America have seen some really hard use and need to be replaced.)
webcowgirl: (lace)
Well, along with my search for the perfect pair of waterproof boots AND the lightweight sweater, I've now added "sleeveless tops that don't look tacky" as a necessary item for daily office wear. I don't know what it is about the office, or maybe it's just being on the tube, but I am roasting by the time I make it in. Now, with luck it's actually cool enough in the office that I might want my arms covered later in the day, but being able to lose heat quickly has been pretty important to me the last couple of weeks for the trip in, the trip home, and basically any day when it gets over 80 outside.

With that in mind, I've now bought this top, which is a bit strappy but will look good with all of my skirts, is a screaming deal at £9, AND has a matching long-sleeved sweater-type thing (if you can call something nearly entirely made of lace a sweater) to go with it (er, not free with the £9 top, alas). Lands End UK, free shipping (no minimum) until midnight today with code FD3006 - it was evil of them to tempt me this way but I fell for their email marketing blitz.
webcowgirl: (London Biker)
Well, I made it back in to the gym - got stuck on the bike for 21 minutes as the elliptical was being hogged up during my normal transition time. I did manage to get my heart rate up to 151 bpm, just barely over the line, but only when I was about 17 minutes in. I wonder if it's in better "shape" now and that's why it's harder for me to get to the levels I need to? I read the Amulet of Samarkand while I was biking, which was fun, though the workout as a whole was dull and sucked massively in comparison to swimming with [livejournal.com profile] spikeylady yesterday.

In "hell freezing over" news, I actually wore a MATCHING top and shorts to the gym today. This is because [livejournal.com profile] shadowdaddy brought me back piles of cheap things from the states - workout clothes from Sierra Trading Post (Moving Comfort, very good stuff); great gobs of Estee Lauder to replenish my diminishing supply (mostly moisturizer and base, the office air here dries my face out); neat vintage glassware (with poodles on them) and bowls (Fireking "Gay Fad" Peach blossom bowls to replace the one the housecleaner ruined) bought of Ebay; and piles of gifties I never expected - kitchen gadgets (a rotary cheese grater for parmesan), pear vodka (*drool*), the new David Sedaris book ... it was like Christmas in June! He even found me the new shade of lipstick I got when I was in Orlando and fell in love with. It was really fun. We'll just ignore the fact the shorts are, by my standards, TOO SHORT - I bought 'em and I'm stuck with them now.

Work is dull. That is all. And back to it ...
webcowgirl: (HotTomato)
I had a great time out last night and saw lots of friends. A pub full of people I know - how great is that! [livejournal.com profile] friend_of_tofu got very excited when I told her that I have House on Haunted Hill and asked me to bring it the E&M do at the end of the month, but .. well, now I don't know if I have it or not!

I tried to leave early but it was already 9:30 by the time I got back to Putney, and then I ruined my extra-long night's sleep by writing up The Good Soul of Szechuan, which [livejournal.com profile] wechsler and I saw Monday night at the Young Vic. I enjoyed it, but Brecht is not everyone's cup of tea.

Meanwhile I'm back to Marcel and have started The Fugitive part of The Prisoner and The Fugitive. I'm on page 401, in the middle of a big section all about loss. I read almost two pages from it to [livejournal.com profile] wechsler, all about how intuition understands what the intellect doesn't in regard to relationships - how the signs that it's over will register at one level even while you deny them as "not making any sense." I thought it was really great.

I've been treating this as Dress Like a Girl week due to the good weather (see icon), although I'm not sure if the weather is going to cooperate today. Time to get off the couch and get to it, though!
webcowgirl: (Tiara)
For those who don't remember, I'm going to a conference in Florida in May, a software testing conference. I'll be giving a talk there. This satisfies an ambition I've had since I left Tripadelic - to present my findings on estimating (and measuring) a large software project in front of an audience of my peers. I'd like to do more research in this vein, but I'm not sure how to go down that path as a scholar of software testing. Scheduling, planning, estimation - these are things that excite me. Thank God I round it out with musical theater and ballet - no being a geek for me!

Also, I noticed the conference schedule has been published. There I am on Wednesday! It is criminal how excited I am about seeing my name on that webpage. I like to see it as a sign of greater heights I might ascend to but I have a fear that this will be my one and only peak.
webcowgirl: (lace)
So today I've decided to break out the tiger striped stockings I bought from Calzedonia while I was in Taormina. Normally I'd avoid things like this like the plague, but they're kind of sparkly, and paired with a knee-length black skirt and nearly knee-length lace up Victorian boots (and a brown/red/yellow clingy sweater), it actually looks kind of good and not at all like Scottsdale matron.

Actually, I realized they look a whole lot like what Olivia Newton-John was wearing during the grand finale of Xanadu, in the rocker "I won't be needing any love for a while" bit, where she had on an ultra-short miniskirt and her hair was piled up on top of her head. I think she even had some spray-on sweat on her face to round out the look.

And the thing is, I've got this party to go to Saturday, Victorian costume, but suddenly I'm thinking, "Yeah, Olivia Newton-John in Xanadu, that's what I really want to dress up as." It would look great around a bunch of people in bustles and top hats, too.

I got a great laugh reading The Prisoner and the Fugitive yesterday (now up to page 206). Mr. Charlus has just intercepted a letter to the man he's in love with (whom I think does not reciprocate his affections), in which a lesbian expresses her passionate interest in him and makes references to him being "one of _those_." Mr. Charlus is now going crazy because he cannot imagine what exactly this man is one of, because clearly what he isn't is gay, but Mr. Charlus can't imagine what else this man IS. I have my own thoughts on the subject, but I really just wish Proust had gone ahead and included the entire letter instead of just making veiled references to what is going on!
webcowgirl: (lace)
Well, coming out of the Waitrose, we saw that it had started snowing again. So much for the zoo, really.

And I had this great idea of going to the God Is ... Victorian part dressed as Odette de Crecy, the ex-courtesan heroine/focus of Swann's Way (the second half of the first book of In Search of Lost Time), if someone described as so unintelligent and manipulative - and not the narrator of a first person novel - can be a heroine. There is a beautiful lilac dress she wears while walking in the Bois de Boulogne - the train of the skirt trailing behind her, a clutch of violets pinned to her top and a wisteria parasol in her hand - that sounded like it would have been the perfect thing for the party. Unfortunately, the high street charity shops don't really carry any formal dresses, though in America I could have easily found blue bridesmaids dresses galore at pretty much any thrift store. Instead I get to read about the dress in Paris Fashion: A Cultural History by Valerie Steele (as very kindly previewed on Google) and wish there was some way I could get just one of these lovely dresses to wear. I suppose I'll come up with something.
webcowgirl: (Theater)
I'm actually a bit tired so I'll make this brief.

I had a most marvellous afternoon in the company of [livejournal.com profile] bathtubgingirl, [livejournal.com profile] shadowdaddy and formercoworkerJosh at the Victoria and Albert Museum. We started having tea in the Morris rooms (so lovely!), then went to the couture exhibit where we oohed and aahed over the lovely Dior (and other) dresses and marvelled at the underwear needed to wear these dresses. [livejournal.com profile] bathtubgingirl and I discussed forming our own little atelier to make custom shoes. It was really fun.

Afterwards Josh left and the rest of us went to Wahaca for a FAB dinner, then to the Royal Opera House for the misbilled Pinocchio. It wasn't a ballet; it was a sung opera, in that irritating modern style, with accordion music backing it (making no fans in [livejournal.com profile] shadowdaddy). It wasn't the worst thing I've ever seen, but I was grateful that it was short, and during the scene in the whale, I pointed out to [livejournal.com profile] bathtubgingirl, "Look! They're swimming toward the denouement!" I also mentioned to her that she's young enough now to know to skip it if they revive it.

Now I'm home, I've had my cider, and it's time for a shower and bed. A happy solstice to all as it was one day late this year.
webcowgirl: (Default)
On the fifth day of Christms, my Ebay got for me ...
A pretty cashemere sweater for cheap! )

(Also, the trailer for the movie No Country for Old Men has been giving me nightmares and "flashbacks" for the last three days. Yuck. This movie will be a big old "pass" for me.)
webcowgirl: (Barbaro)
Well, what all went wrong today. I arrived at work in plenty of time for my 10 AM meeting and then found out it had started early. I sat through five hours of stuff that I thought was going to be training but was other people arguing about how to do some work I'm not involved in. I left the meeting to go to another meeting, then discovered I'd got the time wrong for that meeting and had the choice of going to the meeting where I had nothing to contribute (and looking like a liar) or ... making a cup of tea and taking a bit of time to catch up on the day's email. And looking like a liar.

The company party got moved an hour later, so I couldn't go to it at 7 (at TCR) and attend Kiki and Herb at 8 PM (at Shepherd's Bush). I've become too fat to wear the dress I'd brought to wear this evening. My hair wouldn't stay up.

And I forgot the tickets for the show - they had mailed them to me. I thought they could reprint them at the venue like they can for every other show I've been to see. Only (I found out after standing for 20 minutes in the very very cold in a too tight and too short dress), they can't.

So I went home. And here I am. Bah. I am drinking hot apple cider and Pimms and I've spiked it with rum. I've got an [livejournal.com profile] rosamicula coming over Christmas eve and a [livejournal.com profile] bathtubgingirl who's going to see the Dior exhibit with me on Saturday before the ballet, and I arranged those things today because I need some stuff to look forward do, besides looking fat and having bad hair and missing a show I've been looking forward to for three years because I am stupid and left the tickets at home.

More drinking. This night will improve if I add rum to my drink. I know it will.

Oh, and thank you to [livejournal.com profile] wordknitter and [livejournal.com profile] irrationalrobot for the presents. It's nice to be remembered. :-)

LATER: Shopping will make things better. I bought a garish sweater that I think will cheer me up when it gets here.Read more... ).
webcowgirl: (Roxie)
Why is it that the dress I saw in the window of Monsoon, the glittery, glamorous, OTT dress that only a drag queen* would really enjoy wearing, is a hundred and eighty freaking pounds?

I mean, seriously, THAT'S not happening, no matter how much I think it should.

God, it's quiet at work today.

*As I have said, I am a drag queen inside a woman's body, and I do love this dress.
webcowgirl: (Default)
Well, I sent a mail out reminding people to come to the talk one of my guys is giving ... and I made him mad. He doesn't want people there and he didn't want me to invite more people to come. I thought this was silly and ignored him because people need the training he's offering. So now he's mad at me.

Anyway, in other news, I'm looking for costumes at work again and coming up with costumes that are questionably work safe. I mean, I've never seen a British school girl dressed like this (this is work safe enough). On the other hand, I'm kind of liking the "Sexy Sargeant" costume, no matter how inaccurate it is.

Hmm. Better stop clicking around and looking at the other stuff.


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