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Feliz Año Nuevo            Saturday: It took 10 hours of blissful sleep, and fresh cheese, egg white, & rucola sandwich to ignite the inspiration (& energy) to re-model the studio; and after a series furniture swapping and shuffling, I found the right setting. The new setting requires no orchid plants (but I still like the idea!); it uses the minimalist's approach to interior design: clean shapes, less accessories, & less clutter -- the only clutter I'd have to live with are the springs and straps of my reformer and cadillac. The day before that: My first session on a cadillac, and I can tell you this: it was FUN! -- ever since I was little I had a thing for 'hanging' from places. At the age of 5 through 10 it was the swing's horizontal pole that I enjoyed hanging from upside down, I never understood back then why when I was 5 I was farther away from the ground and my hair never caught the dirt from the floor; eventually, I grew beyond our swing's capacity. Later I ventured into the joy of jumping -kamikaze style, if I may add- from the closet on to a bed with ample spring potential. It was my very own primitive version of a trampoline, dangerous but fun. At one point, I decided to make the same jump, except this time the bed was not my landing spot (yes, exactly what you're thinking) I landed on the floor, broke a leg, and the rest was history. Since then, I haven't come near 'hanging' toys, even though deep inside I always found a joy in watching acrobatic movements & secretly wished I -too- could hop around like that, but no, with my bone-breaking track record (the same leg 3 times, & an arm once) I couldn't afford breaking anything but the temptation. At last, a safer substitute with added benefits.   Tuesday: I received these two pictures from my sister in law with the caption "Checking your website, ..every detail" -- I thought it was the cutest thing a niece could do lol, *muah to Alia <3 (who's probably reading this now too lol) One year ago I've established my philosophy of No-Resolutions, a mere mention of gaps that needed bridge without committing to a timeline, ..let's revisit, shall we?
3 out of 5, that's 60% in one year (I didn't commit to a time frame, remember?). For this coming year, I'm hoping to become better at professional pilates, school at the Le Cadre Noir Du Saumur, make the most out of outdoor activities in this time of the year, find this, and get this pair of louboutins, spend as MUCH time as possible with JeAnne for the next 6 months..get ideas for Sultan's birthday cake/gift, and more importantly: post those mornings thoughts I get and never get around expressing them on my blog because by the time my day ends, I'm too tired to visualize anything but the bed. Here's to Love, Here's to Fabulousity, Here's to you x Labels: Birkin, Deco, Pilates Heroine $6 in my moola box | link | email this post It's Own Label I realized after many Hermes induced posts, both the brand & the bag ought to have their own labels, & that's just what I did. Today, I came across this video & found so much pleasure watching it & secretly envying their blue-collar workers for spending so much time in the presence of all that Porosus Australian crocodile skin -- AED. 150,000? Totally justified lol For some reason I've been feeling that my croc birkin is getting closer to me by the day & this has nothing to do with the fact that Cute has deployed her army of sales reps to nit-pick the globe in search for an emerald green birkin) -- & it also has nothing to do with the fact that I've been playing nothing but The Secret on my DVD player every morning & visualizing myself swinging my Oh-So-Fab crocodile birkin on Rodeo Drive (yes! Seriously, lol!) but rather, it's that gut feeling.. alright, maybe I don't particularly have a stellar 'gut feeling' track record, but this time I know I'm right, I swear, I swear, I sweeeeeear I know I'm right, I can feel it. Please tell me you feel it too? ~_~ $13 in my moola box | link | email this post Bringing Home The Birkin  Not that I'm announcing the arrival of my crocodile birkin, far from that, but if you too have been craving a croc & haven't had the pleasure of owning one, this book would keep you company until then ;p "Billed as the true story of how one man managed to bust right through the mythological (and he proves that it is in fact a myth) Hermes waiting list for exotic hard to get Birkins but it is so much more than that."  I dreamt last night that I bought a crocodile birkin at the New York boutique, a black one -bleh! but it felt good nonetheless, & despite the fact that I'm a morning person & enjoy tossing & turning in bed at dusk, waking up this time turned out to be so much less fun than usual -- looking at the bright side? I have several kellies and birkins in gorgeous colors... (in Togo leather) <-- says it with a low, lowwww voice hoping no one hears the last part lol! $7 in my moola box | link | email this post From Londres to LA  Marilyn Monroe tea room            Tucked away somewhere on Portabello St. I found a vintage heaven, a favorite of the likes of kate moss & lndsey lohan. You'll find lotssssss of gorgeous finds ranging from 70's pucci dresses to chanels, hermes bags, and rare frocks. The place is run by Jeff {pictured above} & that's his eye=popping travel birkin {Butti, I remembered you when I saw it lol}  vespaaaaaa  Ballerina heaven <3   A costume worn by ballerinas of Casse Noisette     At the theater attending Wicked  The Sunken Gardens  The Sunken Gardens   Somewhere in the alleys of Covent Garden I saw beeeeautiful graffiti and drawings on the wall, they should have been painted on canvas +_+   Pink limo? anyone? lol  Bye-Bye London  Hellooooo World!  Unpacking my havaianas  & omg? I'm looooving the retro hair dryer <3  & this tiny little retro tv/radio screen in the bathroom <3  I love it! I love it! I loooooove ittt!  @ Universal studios    Booking our iMAX tickets for The Dark Knight  Aaaaaand munching on a pretzel *drools*  and enjoying a view of the city from mulholland drive <3  I tried to bundle some words that would express how I feel about being here.. I couldn't. All I can tell you now is: I'mmmm loving itttt!I'm also -gladly- going to tell you that my video streaming issues have been resolved on AT&T's network -- Yey! Tomorrow, we're off to San Diego, and hopefully you'll be seeing live videos of that trip. Meanwhile, I'm gonna have to get my sleep 'n get ready for an early start =) lotssss of love x Labels: Birkin, Hermes, La Dolce Vita, Photo speech, Travel $7 in my moola box | link | email this post The Jump-Off is Mine Well, not exactly - but it will be sometime ;p If ONLY you could see the look on my face right now, & the happiness that has been gleaming out of my eyeZz today, it would rub off on you - happiness is contagious =D Yes, you guessed it {or cheated & looked at the photos first ;p} I finally have a jumping saddle of my own! <3 After being flown-off the tattered dressage saddle three times on the jump, my negotiation power in resisting to borrow a saddle that's been offered to me weakened, & before I knew it, I saw my pony outfitted in their saddle & ready to go; there was little I could do. Though unbelievably tempting, I really did not want to borrow anyone's saddle, & I don't know the reason really, especially when the concerned person is extremely down-to-earth & incredibly kind. I just dislike the idea of owing anyone anything. Still, this time, I swallowed my pride & gracefully mounted my pony for a few jumps, ..and you know what? It was brilliant!Not how I felt about borrowing it, but the way the saddle felt. Just brilliant! The jumps were flawless, & I couldn't have enough -- my pony appeared to enjoy it too. The difference in terms of grip, posture, & comfort took my breath away. I did not want to stop jumping, ..& somehow forgot about time. I went home with sore muscles, made myself a Chanel No.5 oil bath, & floated for until I got wrinkle fingertips, and then slept like a baby.   Today, I decided I would pay Hermés a visit to finalize my saddle order, & on the way a thought bubble appeared on top of my head: "How nice would it be if I were to return back to Abu Dhabi today with a saddle in my car?" but instantaneously that thought was pessimistically eliminated - I didn't want to get my hopes up too high & ruin the rest of my day because yet another dream bubble blew up in the air -& I've had quite a few of those lately- So, huggling Tantra on my lap I continued reading my book & occasionally looking outside the window. The minute I walked into the boutique, my eyes caught an object that would be mine: there it was, a medium tree jumping saddle in tanned leather & buffalo skin knee-rolls.. STUNNING!After all, I did come back to Abu Dhabi with a saddle in the car -- & a pending emerald green crocodile birkin order *winks*        I'm happy. So very veryyyy veeerrrryyyyyyyyyy Happyyyyy - BEYOND happy *smiles from ear to ear* Labels: Birkin, Hermes, La Dolce Vita, Pony Tales, Poochy Mamma $12 in my moola box | link | email this post The Lost Stirrup, & The Kelly That Hasn't Been Found -Yet! While the natural thing would be for a person to progress with training, I seem to be going in reserve. My jumps are becoming worse & worse, until yesterday the right stirrup leather snapped-off on the jump sending me flying to stamp my face on my pony's neck -- miraculously, somehow hugging his neck was what refrained me from falling off.. i thought it was funny, especially that my maid captured the moment on video *lol* In any case, I decided that there would be no more jumping with a miserable tattered dressage saddle that does not hold my knees, & since I have no hopes of getting my Hermés Oxer before 5 months from now, I opted for another alternative: the Antarés jumping saddle in half the time. Of course, that took a lot of puppy eye-ing the person who'll be tailoring my saddle to say "Okay, i'll work on a time-surprise for you!"-- i loved him for that lol I also love YOU gorgeous people too, because I just found out that the emerald green is NOT a close shade of my green, but it's the exact color. For some reason though, they really really want to sell me either the blue or purple croc.. I decided to look at the leather samples nonetheless, but I rrrrrrrrreally don't think i'll change my mind. With regard to my previous post; seriously, whoever you may be {& i'm sure you know yourself well}, did you actually call the boutique to complain why I got my birkin before yours? I mean, seeeeeeerrrriously? lol Didn't it occur to you that I may have been on the list for a century & a half? -- I too had my share of "waiting in vain" & the truth is, it makes your birkin a true treat when you finally get it, especially if it's your first. So girl, be patient, & your patience will pay off no doubt => Meanwhile, I have the coolest über stylish troops of fashionistas in the look out for a 32cm Togo orange kelly in all fashion capitals. @Nyxxie, the birkin's for youuuuuu, & the kelly is for meeeeee <3    Labels: Birkin, Fashion, Hermes, Kelly, Pony Tales $10 in my moola box | link | email this post C’est Très Chic      News Flash: the Hermes boutique finally called to let me know that they have birkin for me *Yey!* -- the down part is that it's in Blue Jean, a color I already have.. the good part is that, well, we bought it for Muse.. the bestest fwendah EvEr => I'd LOVE to see the look on her face when she sees that giant signature birkin orange box Haha! -- I must say though that the boutique manager & one of her colleagues were überrrrrr friendly, & went totally out of their way showcasing just about every bag they had hidden "behind the scenes" in the boutique, amongst which there was a chocolate crocodile birkin *faints* I think if not for it's unbelievably tiny size, I would have fainted for real lol, so I'm glad is was so small & hardly visible ;p I took advantage of that opportunity to do 3 things: 01. Order an to-dieeeeee-for orange kelly that I haven't been able to get out of my sight ever since I saw the photo /\/ took of it ;p 02. Order the Oxer saddle in calfskin and buffalo leather for knee rolls with a special stamp with my pony's name embossed in arabic calligraphy <3 03. ^ finally, place an order for a green 35cm crocodile birkin =D =D =D *running around in endlessssssssss circles* Some conditions were stipulated concerning the latter though, ..a few weeks ago I've come to learn that Hermés have discontinued the dark green croco leather and have replaced it with the lime green one {ewh!, seriously? SERIOUSLY!} my second choice was gonna be the dark/navy blue.. but that has been discontinued too {is the universe trying to tell me something? I'm really trying not to listen, not now lol} -- The boutique manager then mentioned two new colors, the rich turquoise blue & the emerald green of which she currently does not have leather swatches -bummer ;( Nonetheless, she's putting together a request for that.. I can't wait till it arrives, I caaaaaaaaaan't =D =D =D make me part of your prayers you gorgeous people, pray that this emerald green is in fact -or within close proximity- to my green <3 if you do pray pour moi, you'll be making me very veryyyyyy happy <3 Everyday I feel I'm getting one step closer to my ... These days I'm experiencing a series of fundamental shifts in my mood, some of which rubbed off on my dress style: tailorings, pale colors, crisp clean cuts with a hint of wit -- Other parts of these shifts influenced my behavior and were evident in my conduct; I've become hyper sensitive to my surroundings in ways you would NOT want to imagine, mushy as a Hallmark valentine, a cry-baby {even worse than the cry-baby I was} & it's SO ANNOYING! Little marginal things have would drive me to tears, ..& really, I mean smaaaaaalllll things. An example would be the day I saw my pony tired devoid of energy, not his usual self.. Or, today for instance, snapping at my maid & then feeling sorry for it, I snapped at her & instead of her doing the crying, I did. Wrong. Watching the movie Becoming Jane -which tells the story of the worldly known English author Jane Austin- was no exception, even though I often reminded myself that it's "just a movie" & the actors were sipping this cups of coffee & tea in between scenes and outtakes. The movie put me in a miserable mood for a few hours, until I went to see my pony & give him a neck massage -- he loves it => The movie was lovely nonetheless, here's the movie's trailer:    This hyper-sensitivity drama must be contained. QUICK. Labels: Birkin, Fashion, Hermes, Kelly, La Dolce Vita $8 in my moola box | link | email this post Trésors d’Hermès       Oprah's showdown with Hermès a couple of years back created a big hype, those who didn't know what Birkins and Kellies are had to get their education the good ol' fashioned way: On TV. The outcome of that showdown was a mere "misunderstanding" as she so eloquently put it, but if she thinks that she's the only one who gets the rude-face at Hermès, she should think twice. My encounters with the sales people at the Dubai boutique make me want to trap them in a room for a good Dr.Phil style therapy on how to combat instinctive lies. When you work for names as prestigious as Hermès in the fashion industry & have customers who walks in to make a multi-thousand dollars worth of purchases, you just don't pull that joker face & make promises that you cannot keep. As a result of that, I shuffled my loyalties & decided to become a pilgrim of of the fashionable rue du Faubourg Saint-Honoré & worship at the temple of sublime French style, Hermès. On my trip to Paris last October I came across this small vintage fashion boutique tucked away somewhere in the arts district of Saint-Germain, it was a Sunday morning so the shop was closed & all I could do was to stamp my nose against the windows & allow myself to be lured by the vintage beauties behind the glass: a tan ostrich 25cm birkin with a very clear price tag of 13,000 Euros, & a rouge 35cm crocodile birkin whose price made the former look like a shopping tote from Al-Satwa. I felt a pang of disappointment at the idea of not being able to glue that treasure box for a boutique to the rear wing of the plane & tow it back home with us, but giving up hope is not my thing, so instead I decided to make peace with the fact that probably some old & saggy lady with florescent makeup dressed in mink-fur head-to-toe would probably flash her check-book & buy those in bulk, & I on the other hand would have to wait several months before I've had the chance to tote mine around. So, I don't want to waste another minute of time in getting on that coveted waiting list. I'm gearing up for spring in Paris, if the circumstances permit {given the availability of a chaperon}, & this time I'll make sure our flight lands in daytime, on a weekday; because I'm not wasting any of my time skipping along the Champs-Élysées sipping hot chocolate a la Audrey Hepburn in breakfast at Tiffany -- this time, I'm gonna make Oprah proud -very proud- & come back home with my name on The list for a crocodile beauty for me, & a gorgeous Allure saddle for my pony. Labels: Birkin, Fashion, Hermes, Pony Tales $9 in my moola box | link | email this post Cozy in the Outdoors  Mme Coco Chanel in rabbit fur outfit lol  Strike a pose!  Tantra's super poofy eyeZz lol   The best part of a weekend is that time when we first wakeup, we stretch in bed, tossing & turning from one end of the bed to the other, & if in the mood, pick up the phone to speak to our friends & favorite people at the risk of exposing the person at the receiving end of the line to near-deaf experiences with your husky & barely-there voice singing. Priceless! Friday evening, I decided to spend the night outdoors. Tantra & I curled up together in this round daybed outdoors where I like to spend lazy afternoons in the company of Chanel, Tantra, & a book. Tantra looked soooo adooooorably cute, she found herself a cozy little corner by my shoulder with my arm wrapped around her & fell asleep immediately. Mr.Insert Name Here kept us guard, lying there static I wondered if he we're in a position to speak, what would he have said? The three of us woke up squinting our eyes at the sun above us, it stamped kisses on the exposed parts of me, making me the human version of an appaloosa. Tantra woke up with the poooooofiest eye EvErrr, Haha, so poofy you couldn't tell where her eyeballs were hiding.. Hilarious & cute at the same time lol! As soon as I put my feet on the ground getting ready to walk back inside our house, she protested by jumping from where she was lying down to place herself on my lap, and lower her chin in a very "I want to sleep here & you're not going anywhere" manner. ADORABLE! ..but of course, I got up. Highlights of my weekend: + Packing my Nikon film camera & lenses for a photo-shoot of my pony. The outcome? FABULOUS half-wall size photos of my gentleman to beautify our home. I <3 him. + Sleeping in the garden for the first time, of course. + I cut my fringe, again. This time cascading style. + A phone call to confirm the do-ability to alter this goooooooooorrrrgeous Alberta Ferretti chiffon dress that I tried out & couldn't find in my size. I thought twice before making the purchase, but I simply couldn't resist its beauty <3 + AED 80 pair of tres stylish shades! super superrrrrrr hot, lol + Seeing an Andalusian stallion for real, for the first time. MASSIVE! + 70% done with re-arranging and unpacking boxes inside my painting studio, which means I get to paint again <3 + New music CDs *Yey!* Also on the bright side was karroozi's email that I received this morning, lol, here goes: "I dreamt that u bought 2 croco birkins..black and green! the black one 7ag ur sister -so kind of u- lolFirst of all, OMG! LOL! I laughed so much at this email, I was in a meeting with official people negotiating the terms of a contract, and I was meant to keep a poker face, but this email made it nearly impossible *lol*.. first I lost sense of location and setting & imagined that her dream was true. Next, there was this GRIN on my face staring at my blackberry -not cute-, & then I came back to my senses and attempted disaster recovering by squinting my eyes at my blackberry screen, lifting one eyebrow in cap 'A' letter, and lowering the other in tick point shape pretending to be extremely concerned with what I was reading on my device {which I was of course, 'cept that it wouldn't have mattered to any of those in the same room}. Sometimes I wonder how can my interests be so wide apart, I wouldn't want to imagine their standard deviation graph {now i'm thinking: neeeerrrrd}! But seeerrrrriously >_<; I sometimes wonder if I'll ever explode of harboring such diversity & constantly switching between the business-me, and the 'me'-me. Anyways, ..so, karroozi's email was super cute because it meant that some of you out there have the same feeling I have: everyday that goes by is actually a step closer to my lovely birkin *grins from ear to ear* -- A friend of mine promised to list my name in the NY boutique which I'm hoping will have a more realistic time-frame >_<; ..So yeah, I'm feeling goooood about this! I'm also feeling other things in the air, let's not talk about them now.. because now, I'd like you to listen to one of my newest favorite artists who has a beautiful voice with tres authentic arab-cross-andalusian music, she sings & plays the guitar like oud, how original is that? Listen to her here: ..and here: Have a faaaaaaabulous day xx Labels: Birkin, Daily, Hermes, Music, Poochy Mamma $5 in my moola box | link | email this post Coco Chanel celebrating her new year's eve with a brand new pair of boots While the world out there was getting excited at fire works and the start of a new calendar year, I chose to spend the last day of 2007 in the company of my pony blowing bubbles in the air and watching his perplexed body language at those floating short-life sparkling round object flying around. He hates them. I thought for a very long time of resolutions for the new year, it's what everyone does for new years, non? After many days of pondering upon the question I decided to submit to the fact that I have none. No resolutions whatsoever. There are no fundamental changes that I desire to incorporate into my life now. Intrinsically, I feel "at bay", that aura of peace of mind stemming from knowing that you're being the best person you can be & welcoming opportunities -no matter how small- for self-development. Extrinsically, there's that profound sense of satisfaction with my surroundings: I love my job even though I know that my full potential cannot be realized at my current post just yet, it nonetheless adds so much to me as an individual & as part of my community. I am also grateful for being here, in this part of the world, I think this is an exciting time to be around with the amount of economical growth & the strain that puts on the need for equal effort into developing the minds and psyches of humans to match that growth. Growing up with a system in place is very different than growing up with the system & having the opportunity to create, and develop that setting. I grew up in a very military oriented family where my dad was and still is my greatest example and influence in my work ethic, he was amongst the few that created and assembled the very initial pillars holding the internal affairs of the newly united Emirates, I've always admired that fact that he had the opportunity to create something and make it sustainable for years to come, but I never thought that I as an individual would have the opportunity to be part of a development of that size -- The fact is, in my mind my father's silhouette is larger than life, so big that -in my mind- I never noticed the growing fixity of purpose inside of me. When the two of us have our unwinding talks in the evening as I place his feet on my lap to smother them with lotion and play chinese-reflexology-masseuse-wannabe, he's always that pillar of confidence that you know you can stretch your back against anytime and at any point of your life. From him I learned that each one of us has an opportunity to give back to that & those we love, and that if we look close -really close in our surroundings- we'd realize that an abundance of opportunities lie in the banks of self-driven efforts, because deep down in every human heart there is a hidden longing, a deep impulse and ambition to do something fine and enduring. I <3 him. Bearing in mind the vivacity of all that resides in my mind of which I've shared a little of above, why would I want to be anywhere else? I'm happy -very happy- with the the person I am today. I like it here,& this is where I reside, it is my home. Nonetheless, there are less significant gaps that I'd like to bridge, if not in 2008 then sometime this lifetime. Namely they are: + Returning phone calls: People often have a better chance reaching me by email than phone, I often neglect my phone & forget it in the strangest places.. it would run out of battery & die and I wouldn't even notice. I don't enjoy telephone conversations, especially long ones, I prefer face-to-face contact but I do understand that it is difficult at times, especially in the presence of geographical limitations, which means that sometimes its okay to have long conversations, and it is always okay to have long phone calls at times of emotional crisis. + Ignore curious extroverted people at the gym? And if required, be rude. This point is rather absurd I have to admit, and unlike me {I'm polite, most of the time} but seriously, how many of you out there get this random person come speak to you or try to make a conversation just because they're occupying the treadmill next to you? I often make a point of lagging behind in answering questions pretending that my iPod screen is taking up all my attention, but apparently, some people just don't understand the need for solitude to others. I like going to the gym to exercise, for socializing I prefer doing that in parties and formal social settings. + Fresh Flowers: Somewhere over the past couple of years I fell short of sustaining my long-as-I-remember habit of surrounding my living space with fresh flowers regularly. This week I intend to pick up at least 5 white orchid plants, & beautify my space with fresh bouquets of Casablanca & Cala lilies. Does anyone sell large poofy pink peonies here? + Green crocodile birkin: I have a feeling, a strong feeling, that this year I'll be able to get the long sought crocodile Birkin bag. I decided that I will no longer wait for the Dubai boutique to charity one to me. I know, it's hard to imagine that any salesperson would make you beg for a purchase, especially when we're talking crocodile leather, but it is the truth, & I don't beg anyone. No one. Thus, I decided to list my name for a green *faints* crocodile birkin in US and Europe Hermes boutiques, and wait for it to arrive. I'll have it whenever I'm meant to have it => + Experiment outside of my comfort zone: I elect not to elaborate more to this point, all I can say is "even destiny sometimes requires pushing" & finally before I go, here's a japanese style happy new year wish from my friends to you => $12 in my moola box | link | email this post Weekend Discoveries       Not having internet is really miserable for a blogging addict. We've finally moved, & things are pretty much settled now, 'cept the fact that there's no internet in our new place yet. All elements required for a functioning interconnected wire-free environment is in place, & if everything goes as planned, our place would be a geek's heaven {okay, besides tokyo's Akihabara that is lol} ..I'm so excited, Yey! ..Apparently, however, it takes Etisalat a century & a half to process & install an ADSL line in a new place.. Which makes it hard for me to make photo-rich posts without leeching off someone else's internet connection ;p The weekend was very much needed to restock on sleep & catch up on TV and movies. I've also spent quite a bit of time 'observing' certain things and how I feel about them, here are some of my observations for the weekend: 1) Purse hangers are a GREAT invention! Etiquette schools dictate that a lady must never hang her bag on the arm-rest of the chair, instead, she should place it on the table, on her lap, or behind her back on the chair. I mean, seriously, can you imagine a 35cm birkin behind your back? even worse, on your lap?! I think that part of etiquette is dated. Fashion trends & fads come and go, and handbags now aren't as puny as they used to be back in the days. To me, handbag placement formed a struggle for a while when out, especially in formal settings. Alas, no more fretting over that anymore, my handbag hangers are now an essential part of my purse-contents, it doesn't matter whether or not its a formal setting, purse hooks make tucking away your bag so convenient, and so elegant <3 I love them! <3 2) Moving is *not* fun. Seriously. Especially when you're this perfectionist control-fweak with OCD tendencies that throws tantrums when the rug moves 2 centimeters to the right. This weekend was spent unpacking boxes of shoes & bags; neatly arranging them in a closet according to occasion, size, & color. Seriously. 3) Dr. Sheperd's cheeky smile is so cute. The first episode of season III was heart-melting. He also has great forearms ;p Those were thoughts that made me think of how lucky {or not} our men must be? The kandoora {pretty much like the abaya for ladies} works miracles in understating bulging bellies & behinds that would cause a threat of competition with billboards over ad space. The ghutra works another miracle in concealing baldness. Not fair. 4) Macaroons are so much harder to make at home than I thought. Alright, so I tried making those juicy chewy macaroons at home, but na'ah.. I would've had more luck getting a 1-million-piece-LEGO together than get those right. My macaroons were rather flat, & lacked that perfect "shoe" at the bottom; the base on which the macaroon seems to rest.. even worse, they had cracks on top. A total disaster. When it comes to cooking; I lack that spirit of persistence.. I will however revisit the recipe again & try to experiment some mOre when I'm in the mood. For now, I'll stick to buying macaroons as opposed to making them at home. Mental note: add enrolling at Les Ecoles Lenotre to my 2008 resolutions! 5) I'm addicted to educational abuse. I'm considering enrolling for a secondary master's degree, I don't need it, certainly don't have the time for it, & the thought of putting my life on pause -again- for two years gives me the shivers. But I love the idea of a second master's degree, in finance this time. Daddy loves the idea too, & here I am, trying to choose whether I want to spend two years getting another degree, or spend 6 months to a year with the guys at Boston Consulting Group. Both options are open, & I have to make a decision within the next 4 weeks. I have mixed feelings. What I have firm feelings for though is riding bareback, its my recent favorite thing to do =D There's something about riding bareback that is just so, ...so, ...so natural. This time I tried a different horse though, he had a very good trotting pace, & an annoying canter.. I couldn't quite spot what is it that annoyed me about his canter because I was too busy trying to avoide any possible direct contact with his skinny spine bones for which awl of my attempts went down the drain, I couldn't last more than 25 minutes before rising an army of white flags. I should have bought that bareback riding sheepskin pad I saw in Paris >_<; side notes: @Muse, I miss you more than anything, I hope you're enjoying India. @G, Sometimes, I think I don't understand you at all. $28 in my moola box | link | email this post Betting & Riding    Someone once told me "the best things in life are for free", my mind & heart couldn't help but flash an image of a crocodile birkin before my eyes instantly. As much as I'd like to think that the best things in life are for free, sadly, that just isn't reasonable. However, it is reasonable to say that happiness doesn't have a price tag. That is a theory, & I'll tell you how practice proved it: 1) Betting on Bubbles I love blowing bubbles in the air. More so though, I love betting on them. Which bubble lives longest, & which one travels farthest. And although this sport may appeal to those with plenty of time to spare, I must say that it is also a great stress-release technique. So, instead of engaging in battles of the mind over which strategy to adopt for 'X' project, what barriers of entry do you foresee for 'Y' company, or whether or not the steering committee would approve of your initiatives, .. instead of all that you get to focus on one thing, just one: Will my bubble live long enough to cross the street? I took this to test the other day, & surprisingly, the sport had fans & cheers who -I'm sure- wished they had bubble wands of their own to blow circles of happiness in the air & send them off to circulate & spread cheers. Bubbles make me smile, and at times laugh, even when I'm alone. Cost: AED. 12.00 2) Mont Sur Le Cheval Sans Selle Riding bareback is my newly developed infatuation. I love it! I love it! I love it! -- Something about it feels so natural, & as marginally impractical as this may sound, it feels soooo Godiva-cross-movie-glam like Haha.. okay, maybe not exactly, but that's how it looked in my mind lol. Mind you, the "I love to ride bareback" was not by any means the first feeling I got as I attempted to balance myself on the spine surface below me.. at the beginning, it felt like a slippery pad of gel, I didn't know how to secure myself on a walk, let alone a trot or even a canter! After several minutes of near-nervous-breakdown experiences I realized that fear will only make me more tense, & tight.. So I thought to myself "If the boy wants me off, off I'll be.. with or without a saddle! What's the worst that could happen? fall? I've tried it before =D " I swallowed the bullet & pretended I was this invincible Übermensch, ..& before I knew it, I was trotting & cantering sur le cheval sans selle for an hour and a half.It was the highlight of my day. Cost: AED. 0.00 So, yes, perhaps it's true that my bubble wand & my pony's sweaty skin didn't bring my crocodile birkin any nearer, but, I'm happy. I was able to experience a rare kind of happiness invisible to the senses of many. The happiness kind of happiness only found in the small, little pleasures of life.  Mr. Insert Name Here says Eid Mubaaaaarak.. and Chanel, Tantra, & myself would like to wish you a faaaaaaabulous Eid with many maaannyyy happy returns xx P.S. I've received emails from some of you who have submitted your details for the forum invitations but they haven't appeared for some reason.. I apologize for the hiccup. You too will receive invites x Labels: Birkin, Hermes, Personal Philosophy, Poochy Mamma $1 in my moola box | link | email this post Commitments Met I'm listening to this: & my favorite part starts @ 1:29 and I'm thinking: It's good to be me, today. My new year's resolution for 2007 were rather timid, and mOre on the conservative/small-goal setting end, nonetheless, I'm happy.. very happy that now -one month shy of year's end- I've met almost all of them: 01. 02. 03. paint, paint, paint 04. 05. 06. I have to admit though, I fell short at the painting end, although I've been going to my studio quite often, I just have not been feeling it {the paint, i meant}.. I'm *very* moody that way & nothing stirred me up recently, and it doesn't look like that will change in the foreseeable future. Nonetheless, what stirred me up was Brazilian music, I loved {still do} their way of pronouncing words of the lyrics when singing, & have wondered what would it be like to hear a brazilian speak to me, until I met the most unpleasantly annoying, most intolerable, most unbearable brazilian at the airport on my way back from Paris. He appeared confused about his age, almost competing with his teenager son with the hairdo, & the ipod music screaming out of his ears, & constantly pushing his baggage trolley behind my back leaving little -very little- space between me & the person queuing before me. Hearing him speak to his son I realized that Brazilian -unlike arabic- is perhaps one of those languages that sound better with music in the background coupled with many, many mental images of bronze skin, surf boards, & a chilled glass of piña colada >_<; Obviously, I need to dismantle that thought. Hehe, anyways, it's time to curl up in bed =) nightie night xx $0 in my moola box | link | email this post Look at Me, I Want You to See Me I want you to get to know me better, ..& I'd like to know you better too. If you'd like that, come closer & take the cushion placed on the wooden floor next to mine, I'm in one of those very rare moods where I want to talk, & tell you about the world as I see it.. I'll be doing this over the next few posts, & if i find myself suddenly out of this mood; have patience, lots of it, it'll come sooner or later. What provoked this urge? -I don't know really. Oaths.. - Never to make the same mistake twice - Never to acknowledge the existence of comme si comme ca mannered men, sorry, but social etiquette is compulsory for both genders - If you're comfortable in your skin, there's no reason to let anyone influence that comfort negatively - Never to leave home without a camera, & baby wipes - Never be a doormat to anyone. Not that I ever was, quite the contrary actually, but it bugs the helllll out of me to see weak people who take rubbish from others - Never to lose my innocence, no matter what the world dished out my way.. - Never to let finance take over my world, slowly morphing me into a dull, boring, beer-belly person who does nothing but number crunching {for some reason that i cannot comprehend, this is the image i have in mind of pure-finance people lol} Favorites.. I have too many favorites, seriously. But the ones i'll be listing below reflect my very moment favorites, right rrrrright now: Favorite food: fresh scones avec strawberry preserves, lemon curd, & marmalade Favorite fragrance: chanel No.5 with my privately made oil fragrance Favorite flower: wild orchids, orchids, & orchids, & mOre orchids Favorite place: the bay Favorite song: Pink Martini's The Gardens Of Sampson & Beasley Favorite smell: crisp white fresh linen Favorite insane thing to do: dance in the rain Favorite drink: hot chocolate @ Galler Favorite book: Autobiography of a Yogi by Paramahansa Yogananda Favorite nail color: tea & crumpets Favorite feeling: that unmistakable warmth you feel in a tight hug Favorite hair clip: plastic white clip i picked up at H&M yesterday Favorite sound: laughter & giggles Favorite facial feature: double-chins & chin dimples, I love them & can't resist staring at faces of those who have them Favorite color: pink. seriously. Favorite fabric: lace Favorite moment of the day: afternoon tea, biscuits, ladurée macaroons, & The Berkeley Hotel designer biscuits & cakes Favorite car: Aston Martin Favorite accent: italians speaking english Favorite phone: a pink reconditioned classic!  My thoughts on.. - People who feed on gossip? they're nothing but a tiny little footnote on my epic - Cosmic bliss? I've experienced it before, & it's very hard to describe that feeling with words, but i'll try: it's when you go to sleep with a fluttering heart that beats with happiness, ..it's when you burst out in laughter for no apparent reason, ..it's that feeling where everything feels right, where you don't have to worry about tomorrow, or yesterday, ..where you feel safe & you know you're doing the best you can. - Wealth? Experience. - Knowledge? The more difficult the journey is, the greater the depth of the purification - Smart women who play dumb? I pitty them, & I feel my IQ drops a few points everytime I find myself around them - Dumb women? Soooooo not hot *puke* - Dumb men? Even worse. *double puke* - Prince Charming? A man who is strong, confident, & bright. A man filled with curiosity about life, ..a man who isn't afraid to learn from his mistakes - Marriage for the sake of having children? Sorry. My womb will never be a 9-months lodge for the specimen of half-men Private Space.. My personal private spaces are my bedroom, closet, & studio.. I have this personal philosophy that dictates a TV should never go into the bedroom, there are other forms of entertainment that could go there, just not a television. TV sets can however go in the small sitting are by the bedroom, or in the bathroom by the tub. Your private space is your trés personal space where you retreat after a long exhausting day. A spacious closet is a must for every girl with serious weakness for clothes, shoes, & bags.. {although the latter is slowly subsiding on my side, 'cept for the birkin fever that is Haha}.. so, throw a little bit of your character in every corner of your room. In my case, all of my bedrooms {be it in AlAin, Abu Dhabi, or even our farm house} must have shades of pink & red, I often toggle wallpaper & paint, each goes on two walls {or a single wall}.. nonetheless, I am now in the mood for beige, beige, BEIGE ..think natasha, Mr.Big's wife from SATC lol.. the room i'll design next would have photo-wallpaper on a single wall, I see it trés modern with a touch of french classic a la marie antoinette vintage laces cross agent provacateure boudoir pinks.. Don't forget the bed linen, prolly the most important part of the bedroom; I <3 Frette, The White Company, & Cologne & Linen.. spritz your linen with Molton Brown sleep mist every evening & light a Agent Provocateur candle on your bedside.. always throw around pretty things, even if you don't use them often.. they're pretty to look at, & they make you feel good *grin*   For my walk-in closet, well.. the more the merrier lol! Always organize your clothes by occasion, type, & color.. & if the budget permits, opt for hydraulic hangers.. they're the best! -- The studio.. it's always a mess when i'm working {i.e. painting}, but my Caramella does a faaaaaaaaabulous job cleaning at the speed of light, haha.. & she has a magic touch organizing my CDs & DVDs in alphabetical order {i'm grooming her to become the second Monica, in case you haven't noticed lol} Whatever your private space looks like now, remember.. you can make ANYTHING look unique if you add a touch of your character to it.. it's twice as pretty when it's genuine <3 The Look.. A couple of days ago, as I waited for our turn at Harrods' Pizzeria, a couple of Saudi men made their way to us & fired away with the question: "Hi! Are you half swiss? Do you have swiss blood in you?" .. I rolled my eyes & thought to myself seriously, where on earth did he get that from? -- my answer was "No".. He then asks "Where's your mother from?" & went into series of remarks on how he's half swiss & swears therefore, I must be half swiss too {*rolls eyes again*}, ..the fact is: my look? very Arab, VERY Emirati.. I do not look the least bit foreign, not a chance.. & quite frankly? I love it. Nonetheless, the very emarati look imposes a certain style on me, wearing the abaya & sheila entails that your behavior matches their elegance. My personal style? well, I often stray away from colorful bug-eye shades when I'm in my shaila & abaya, I think they dilute the elegance of the latter, nonetheless, i think they're totally haute avec summery 50's & 60's imperial waist dresses, especially with a matching big-chunky-curls hairdo, or a Twiggy boy-cut with fringle style <3 <3 <3 -- I simply would not be caught dead in 66 layers of garments on top of each other, a turtle neck + backless top + shrug + skinny jeans + boots + some fortune teller scarf tied around my -by now looking like a broccoli gone bad- head for 'hejab' whilst my hoop earrings dangle their way around. No, never. Not even in tokyo where I'm completely in my element, the quintessence of class is what I would opt for any day, everyday. Not an itsy-bitsy piece less. In my little cosmetic pouch.. I picked up my gorgeous makeup bag at s*uce, they have the quirkiest designs for all things girlie. I <3 it because it's handmade with 2 little birdies sparkled with glitter.. I like to think that those two love birds are myself avec my prince charming {so says the hopeful romantic lol}.. so inside my makeup bag I have: - the infamous jill stuart compact - Barbie pink blusher by MAC - jill stuart sparkle dust eyeshadow palette in 03 amber glaze {gorrrrgeous earth tone colors that i aaabsolutely love!} - HR concealer - Estée Lauder brilliant all over shimmer in Rose Quartz - Pout mascara {mainly for how pretty the packaging is, ..the mascara is not so impressive compared to dior's blackout.. but, just like high-heels, we don't always have to go for comfort & practicality.. it's a girl's thing, make peace with it!} - brushes: mac 275, concealer brush, & versace shadow brush {the number is kinda gone now as a result of overuse lol} - & finally, Estée Lauder's tender blush in Peach Nuance  One day I will.. - Write a book - Speak spanish, italian, japanese & french fluently.. & potentially a few more - Go to Tibet - Meet the dalai lama - Understand what that ancient chinese man said.. - Stop waiting in vain - Own a crocodile birkin - Go scooba diving with fabulous company - Speak to Nisrin & tell her that I'm sorry - Find Mr. & Mrs. Dixon - Find the perfect piece of cashmere pashmina - Have 3 boys & 1 girl: Khalid will be the first. - Contribute to education & social development of my native people, somehow.. - Find a horse that looks like me =D In a perfect world.. - My prince charming & I would host our trés intimate, trés classy wedding in some distant land, & if he has an equally wild spirit, we'll have multiple weddings.. think globe-hopping-style: Tokyo, NY, London {maybe}, Paris {of course}, & finally Maldives.. if he comes up with better ideas, i'm open to his wildest suggestions ^.^ - I would have the perfect pair of heels, in a perfect shade of red - Earth would grow 35cm birkins in my back yard; ostrich, crocodile, & Togo Haha Labels: Birkin, Hermes, Personal Philosophy $0 in my moola box | link | email this post Oh Mon Dieu Birkins! OMG They're Everywhere!        OH MY GOD! Birkins are everyyyyywhere here, e-v-e-r-y-w-h-e-r-e! I love this bag, i love it! i love it! i love it! ..but carrying my 35cm togo made me feel like it was one of those bags you often get as an extra when you buy a 100ml perfume bottle lol -- Nonetheless, that hasn't stopped me from elbowing mine, ..I just love it waaaaay too much ^.^ except for the part where I saw this lady carrying a red, red RED crocodile birkin right before my eyes! First there was this pause in my heart beats {i'm not kidding lol} & then my eyes resembled flash bulbs sparkling with hearts, ..& then I was overcome by a strong, strrrrooooongggg urge to camouflage myself into the table where that croco beauty was resting. It was gorgeous! ..no, no.. that doesn't do it just, ..it was STUNNING! My second favorite birkin so far is my friend's tan ostrich avec a hermés fionka scarf, it suits her.. & so do her other 12 Togos & 3 Crocos {yes *tears in my eyes* three crocos and a dozen Togos lol! Third favorite? a gorgeous fuschia ostrich beauty, i didn't think it suited the lady carrying it, perhaps because the color was too young & vibrant for the age/style she was dressed, but nonetheless.. it was b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l! For those of you who are not as aware as one should be about the Hermés Birkin, here's a little I got from wikipedia: - "In 1981 Birkin was traveling on an airplane seated next to the President of Hermès when she spilled the contents of her handbag. When the President of Hermès noticed, he offered to create a bag named after her, a first for the company since Grace Kelly. She sketched her ideal bag, thus providing the model for what became known as the Birkin" - "In pop culture, the Birkin has become a symbol of ultimate luxury, ....In Paris it has been associated with, among others, so-called BCBG (bon chic bon genre) women. In recent years the bag has featured prominently on popular television shows such as Sex and the City, Gilmore Girls, and Will & Grace. In the final season of The Sopranos, Dr. Melfi carried a Birkin bag into her own therapy session." Want to know more? Read this Crazy for everything Hermés? Check this often. Want to own one without having to wait a century & a half {& for a rediculous premium?} Go shopping here $0 in my moola box | link | email this post Soundtrack of my life Decades ago, Someone invented dinner-plate sized black discs that when inserted in a special associated device; can generate the sound of your favorite music, in other words, record players. The invention soon became a popular one & found its way to the homes of many. Decades later, I happen to be one of the 'many'. Just about every ipod version out there found its way to my pocket, the invasion stretched a little further.. 1 for the room, 1 for the studio, 1 for the car, 1 for the bath-tub, ..& the list goes on. But my favorite just yet is the tiniest of all, the ipod shuffle. Little miss ipod shuffle -in many ways- is anorexic. Its flat, light, & holds a couple of hundred songs. She also masters the art of clinging.. She clings to my silk kimono sleeping robe every morning as I get ready to go to work, & clings to the side of my bath curtains as I soak myself after a long day. She enjoyes clinging to my birkin whilst skipping around tokyo, & even holds on to my abaya as I walk into the office every mOrning; motivating me through one more day.. Aside from the fact that music triggers brain nerves inducing that nostalgic feeling when recalling memories associated with it, it is undoubtly a grrrreat motivational tool. Today, on my ipod there are about 6000 audio files, & I have no less than 25 playlists.. The 5 stars, the 4 stars, the arabic, the ethnic, & the yadda-yadda.. Its all there, but the most important of all, the most precious of all is the Soundtrack of my Life. Like the name suggests, this list holds music that -no matter how old, moldy, & rusty- I would always listen to, never get sick of, & tell the story of my life. Its populated with just about every genere out there, the mellow, the fluttery, the electric, & acoustic.. Disney's sleeping beauty Once Upon a Dream, utada hikaru's first love, fadel shakir's kent emfakkir, fairuz's sa'aloony elnass, sintra's fly me to the moon, & madonna's true blue are amongst the 200+ audio files I have on the soundtrack of my life. I love, love, LOVE waking up in the mOrning & playing Hallili by cheb mami, & "Sara" by Mohammed Abdu whilst getting dressed, ..or Rufus Wainwright's "Hallelujah" when in a mellow mood, Madeleine Peyroux's "back in your backyard", & jack johnson's lullaby in bed... To me, its like I'm creating my own life-movie, & living it one day at a time.. with my soundtrack playing in the background... So, let me spread the love & share with you a few of those pieces.. My latest additions to the list: In the shower I sing: Mellow evenings I listen to:
xx Labels: Birkin, Hermes, Personal Philosophy $0 in my moola box | link | email this post the 1st Day       I think by now we have established the fact that I suck at 2 things: 01. Celebrating new yearNonetheless, last year I put a neat list of items together, ..& i'm happy i was able to stick to most, ..most is the keyword here people.. so, let's get started with striking 'em out: 1. 2. pass my CFA exam, eventually. {*gulp* ..i completed my MBA, does that count?} 3. 4. win a shooting competition. -- Almost there. I now score 48 bullets out of 50 bull's eye 10/10, the other two are 9/10 in a 15-meter shooting range.. & have just been upgraded to a 25-meter shooting range. 5. smother on lotion every single evening & not go to bed with mascara on {e'nuff with the panda-eye mornings already *lol*} -- erm, panda-eye is hotttttt, it's a smoky eyeshadow effect with nada effort! embrrrraaaaaaaaaaace the pandaaaa eye look! 6. buy my 1st pair of manolo blahniks, ..eventually. -- *shrinks* but i gottttt me 35cm Birkin? THAT has GOT to count for the ULTIMATE substitute! 8. Alriiiiiight, so maybe i didn't strike out most, but THAT my friends is an accomplishment, because according to the MBTI test, i am a 'P' for perceiver.. in case i'm not making any sense to you now, here's what one of the many resources out there say about P's: Perceivers like to be flexible, curious, and nonconforming.So now, by putting a set of resolutions every new year's eve, aren't we setting invisible rules or measure that we can either measure up to, or not by year's end? Why bother when you're happy making decisions in the realm of the Here & Now ^.^ ~ Having said that, i find myself inclined to list the things I intend to do in the foreseeable future {i.e. couple of months span}, so here goes: 01. go on vacation & take lots of pictures {Okay, I'm already excited at the mention of it} 02. start learning a foreign language at me own pace {?} 03. paint, paint, paint 04. change the cover of my blackberry -- everybody has the same damn color for casing, it gives me an itch >_<; 05. buy AS MANY CHANEL PEARL NECKLACES AS POSSIBLE, you can never have too many *lol* 06. get an Aibo, if possible. Although the above could be perceived as the ultimate mediocrely put-together gibberish list, there's honestly not much mOre i'd like -for the time being- for, I find me self very comfortable in the person in am right now, I enjoy what I do at wOrk *so much* & I'm surrounded by the cutest, mOst thoughtful, & most adoooowable people for colleagues. I've also been indulging in self-sufficiency; i think it's one of the greatest thing one can have.. to be truuuuuly comfortable doing whatever you please, & get a kick out of it -on your own. Another thing i've been absolutely hooked on is Wii-ing, it's actually soooo much fun! -- In me room in AD i do not have a TV {i've alwayZz believed televisions should strictly be placed in living rooms} but my Wii experience changed the whole outlook, i'm tellin' ya.. I'm actually looking around me room now to find suitable space for a TV screen.. just to Wii. >_<; This is it for the time being, ..I hOpe that awl of you have a wOnderful new year, with many many happy returns inshaAllah =D & enjOy them photo! $0 in my moola box | link | email this post Energy outburst    So now that the worst is over, I finally have time for a post! ~ i've been strangled to near death by work, an MBA research paper, & lack of food in ramadhan.. it's tooooorrrrture *sob sob sob * ..I submitted my report last night just before midnight, & ohhhh Gaaawd it felt lik a HUGE load off my chest, ..I not have time for a post, reply to your e-mails & sms's {shmily? Mirage? t'orry >_<; *kiss & makeup*} At work, we have this new project manager who now works with me {okay, it's the other way around, lol.. I work with him on the same team} ~ we're a team of two, & he swaaamps me with assignments, ..but it's not so bad, I feel that what i'm learning from him everyday is priceless, especially taking in consideration his yeeeeears of experience at some leading consulting firm, ..I've worked with that consulting firm before & i *know* the amount of detail they dive into, ..nitpicking everyyyyything {mind boggling, i tell you} but what I've learned so far, & what I anticipate would learn over the next few months is absolutely precious, ..so the truth is, i do not mind being kept *this* busy. The thing is, ..more often than not; under stress, my OCD comes to surface, .. I somehow turn into a Monica Geller... but It wasn't until i saw PinkChampagne's makeup case that i realized that mine desperately needs a face-lift.. I had this makeup forever layered case collecting dust somewhere in our house in alain, & i wuZz getting-by with my tiny towelette banoota bag, nice.. small.. compact.. but limiting my options becuZz everytime i felt like using that turquoise kohl, or boudoir awl-over body shimmer i wuZz too lazy to dig for it in my bag.. so i did without. This time, I threw away half my t-shirts, 40% of my abayas, re-arranged & organized my bags & purses by size and color, & cleaned up every lip gloss, powder, blusher pack I have -- I then snapped polaroid shots of how my makeup bag looks now & pinned them to my morning mirror {yep, i have a morning mirror, all-day mirror, and evening one} for my maid to SEE before she attempts to put back any of my backup back in the case. Glosses go together, compact powders go together, shimmers & glitters go together, ..& so forth. next: perfumes & body case products.but I have no exams nor research papers due anytime this week, so that won't be happening anytime soon *lol* That was for my energy outburst. Now, on the more interesting side {to me at least lol}, a coupla weeks back someone sent me an email that said: "When dining out in a restaurant, where does the bag go? If I were carrying a clutch, would it be okay to place it on the table? and when carrying a slightly larger bag, or rather a lot larger bag, where can I place it?"For starters, I thought it wuZz an excelllllenet question, ..because i obsess over these things, & when I go out, do take note of people's restaurant/table manners, & it huuuurrrrrts my eyeZz seeing a handbag placed on the table *lol* {although on several occasions i wuZz forced to place mine on one -ugh!} ~ so here's the scoop on handbag dilemma.. world etiquette dictates that a lady should never *EvErrr* place her bag on the table, ..she ought to alwayZz place it on her lap, or behind her back on the chair.. but here's the thing, personally speaking, i don't do this, unless i'm carrying a small clutch, then i wouldn't mind placing it on my lap. Here's the other more important thing, what older etiquette dictators didn't see coming: we're in 2006, & oversized super large spy bags & 35-40cm birkins happen to be the hottest of hots out there, there's no way a chair would accommodate me AND my stuffed spy bag behind my back, ..& there's aaaabsoluuuutely no way in hell my spy or birkin go on the floor, just like one of my friends put it: spy bags and birkins possess human-like qualities; they feel and constantly seek care, love & affection. If I place them on the floor, they'll stop speaking to me for days *lol* so here's what i do: I either place it on an empty seat next to me, or hang it at the back of the chair if possible. If neither is possible, there are those nifty little things called purse hooks which you can place on the table & hang your bag from it, i suggest you buy yourself a few pieces of those {they'e easily misplaced} & put one in each bag. To find out more about those purse hooks, just google them.. they come in a variety of colors and shapes, have a look at these on shop intuition, buy yourselves a bunch & place one in every bag =D xoxo Labels: Birkin, Domestic Goddess, Hermes $0 in my moola box | link | email this post 3 Days  A'ight girls, if this does not inspire you to go dust off ur makeup bags, i dunno what will. this is the MOST organized makeup bag i have EvErrrr come across *lol* ~ courtesy of PinkChampagne     lobsters, lobsters, lobsters in the making  seafood pasta with a spark of burning hot spice  I now have a hip feather-weight iPod nunuuuuu {thank you Mushuuuu xoxo}    Sandy Cohen on my MacBookah. Season III of the O.C.  ZzZzz..Zz..  birkins ship with generouuuusssssly folded tissue paper pillows, for a good night's sleep lol  *huggles THE birkin* Today: research paper camp. I declare utter and ultimate solitude to get this monster over & done with. Yesterday: a birkin, in my preferred oh-so-faaaaaaabulously gaaaaawjusly pretty color *flutter flutter flutter* -okay, i think i'll live on noodles for the rest of the month, errr.. | |||||
