Recent pics of Kate Moss sunbathing topless (as usual) on a boat have surfaced... I don't know what happened to her, but now, her boobs are bigger than mine. Not enormously, though, but still.

She used to be my boob twin and it made me, err, I don't know, but it amused me (I wasn't hysterical about it, ok, unlike Joey when he finds his hand twin in Las Vegas). And she was one of the few celebs to sport AA cups without any shame.

At least, she's still a bad girl who smokes and drinks.

Back to work, now, back to work...

Blythou out.

This is an interruption in our regular programme (you know, this whole redecorating business).

I want a Miss Sally Rice. Badly.

Right now, there are no BIN pre-order on e-bay, just regular auctions, so I won't even try... She's not available on HLJ or YesAsia...

So I'm starting to freak out a leeeetle bit. She might be totally impossible to get in the end. I'll get over it, I know...

But if anyone happens to be in Japan when she's released and can grab me a dolly, I'll pay for the doll + shipping + Paypal fee. Just drop me a line here : ANXIA (AT) NOOS (DOT) FR


That's a long shot, but still...

Blythou out

Yesterday morning, our friend Wally (thank you, you're a hero) drove us to the land of the Swedish furniture with the magical keys.

We came back with a packed car... We found :

- The two black chairs
- Another red chest of drawers (this one in shiny metal, yum !)
- A lamp
- Plain red cotton curtains

And some plugs, plastic tubes to hide the 'puter cables, black wire mail organisers, etc.

I've resisted the lure of the boxes. Because I have a serious box addiction. I love boxes. I love organising.

I can't wait to have the floor installed so we can start emptying our dining room. We had to cancel dinner with JM & Ginger tonight because we freaked out when we realised our mess was definitely NOT Margaux-friendly. Better safe than sorry.

Blythou out.

The new black vinyl floor has just been delivered.

I've made a chocolate pudding for tonight's informal get-together.

Going to Ikea with a friend at the crack of dawn tomorrow. I hope they have those swanky black chairs I really, really want. I don't care if they're comfy, they're gorgeous, that's what matters.
Yes, it's *that* kind of mindset which makes me buy a crappy digital camera or a lousy phone.

I know, I know. Only inner beauty should matter (or my butt's comfort when it comes to a chair), but I tend to use my brain a lot during a normal day of work, so by the time I switch it off, I turn into Silly Superficial Blythou, a critter who swears by design over everything.

With a bit of luck, those chairs are beautiful AND comfy. And if they're not, well, too bad. I'll suffer in silence until the cats have destroyed said-chairs and it's time to buy new ones.

Oh, and I need to find a place where I can make "Loser Candy" badges. It sounds like something out of Seinfeld and it'll leave people puzzled which is always a great thing.

Blythou out.

Painting : DONE

Yes, really. And the red paint rocks, as in it's really, really fire engine red as I wanted it to be.

Blythou out.

Today we...

- bought the paint and brushes
- sandpapered the walls and repaired all the minor damages and cracks
- painted the ceiling (well, Thierry did)
- painted 3 of the walls (I did)

I also did the weekly grocery shopping, invited a few friends here and there to relax in between hard work, inspected some summer sales but found nothing and arranged an Ikea date with a friend to buy our new chairs...

I'm currently on the couch, enjoying a glass of red wine while Thierry plays Mario Kart next to me.

Oh, and a friend sent me a fantastic t-shirt, totally unexpectedly, which is very, very sweet.

Exhausted but satisfied.

blythou out.

- moved all the stuff (mountains of records, books, furniture) out
- washed the walls
- called charities to give them our old furniture and computers
- drank margaritas with my friend Renan yesterday evening. Yes that has nothing to do with redecorating our office, but it was a wonderful moment...


Our dining room currently looks like a storage unit, with boxes piled high, bookcases stuffed with more boxes, etc. There's dust everywhere.

Don't ask me why I still took time to slice fresh pinapple and make a fresh veggie casserole (zucchini, eggplant and bell pepper cooked in chopped tomatoes with loads of hot sauce). I'm either a masochist, a perfectionnist or, err, I don't want to lose my title of Real Life Cooking Mama.

I'm just beat and exhausted right now.

Blythou out.

I'm disappointed that Babushka Beluga didn't win the Blythe beauty contest... I would have loved to own a Tituski ! (and a doll with eye-liner to match my usual make-up).

But congrats again to all the friends who made it to the finals. And major congratulations to Stellina who was so close to a victory !

Virginie, if you read this... well, next time you visit, you'll have to bring your paintbrush and give one of my dollies some eyeliner. You won't have any vodka or plum wine until you've done it, you know ;-))))


Blythou out.

Seeing all the pictures of the girls having fun in Tokyo makes me realize how much I would have loved to join them but of course, me being a fucked-up, twisted, neurotic nutcase, I'd rather die than admit it. As usual, I hid under all sorts of excuses. Why ?

Because I'm just unable to have fun.

Especially girly fun. You know, the kind. I get antsy everytime I feel like I'm wasting a minute of my precious time (which I won't use anyway), I can't relax, I don't do things girls do (spend hours shopping for dolls, eat candy, you get the gist of it)... Yet, I'd looooove to be able to do it once before it's too late, before I'm too old to pretend I'm a girl and not a woman.

I'm such a sorry waste of oxygen, sometimes.

Blythou out.

09:38 I love cooking and cleaning. Does that make me a bad person ? #
11:51 Mustn't forget to buy vodka. #
16:24 Just made marinated salmon with lime, curcuma, coriander and ginger for tonight's dinner. #
16:58 And I've made a custard to go with the fresh white peach salad... For me, it'll only be peaches, but the boys need a heartier fare. #
18:52 Beat my all-time boxing record on the wii-fit ! Yoohoo ! #



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09:36 I'm tired of hearing the word "emotion" uttered 10 times a minute in any news broadcast. Emotions and news should remain apart ! #
11:34 Ordering some office furniture from Ikea on line, including desks shaped as peanuts, while listening to Mogwai's latest album. #
14:34 Ok, Death, you've been really annoying, lately. There are enough assholes to take, so leave my buddies alone. #



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21:12 Bloody Marys are good, no matter how hot it is outside... And apparently, I make the best vodka-spiked smoothies around. #
10:14 Busy today, rushing everywhere... Hmmm, i love it, nothing feels as good as being a headless chicken #
14:49 In my rockingest fantasy, Joan Jett sings I Love Rock'n'Roll just for me, then grabs me, frenches me and... that's none of your business ! #
17:18 Writing for a teen magazine isn't that hard after all. My inner teen is apparently alive and well. #



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09:49 today's supposed to be really really hot. Which means smelly sweaty people everywhere. R.E.M. should write a song about them. #
13:10 Spent 10 minutes looking at classified ads for baby chihuahas... I neeeed Eloise Chihuahua in my life. Badly. #
17:10 received a wonderful package from Tikistitch... Celestial Seasonings, YUM YUM YUM ! #
21:12 Bloody Marys are good, no matter how hot it is outside... And apparently, I make the best vodka-spiked smoothies around. #


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Last week, while browsing the sales, I hear this mother-daughter couple discussing the cuts of various jeans. They're both very blah, quite bottom-heavy and the daughter is the sort of girl who insists on wearing clothes that are both unflattering and way too tight for her.

Mother (picking up a pair of skinny jeans) : what kind of cut do you think it is ?
Daughter : it's the latest cut (yeah, latest if you haven't been out of your cave for 3 years or so)
Mother : I'm not sure about those...

Mother and daughter then see me picking one up, since I already own the very same pair (which adorns my butt at the time) and just love it and this one happens to be 50% off.

Me, volunteering information : I have those jeans on. Narrow leg, waist is, err, normal, neither high, now low rise.

Daughter : oh, I see. I'm going to get a pair. That's a nice cut, very flattering, makes one look slimmer I guess.


Ouch. Looks like your typical case of wishful thinking. I've heard countless others buying stuff that looked WAY too small (but, eh, they're going to lose weight), too young, too unflattering... I wonder why women are such masochists when it comes to dressing. It's funny, because I always tend to buy clothes that are too big. I always assume I won't fit in the size I'm supposed to wear...

Blythou out.

12:27 Helping friends move into their new flat yesterday was good, sweaty fun. #
15:16 Johnny Cash's "Ring Of Fire" followed by Sylvester's "You Make Me Feel..." that's the beauty of the random function on my i-pod #
18:52 My favorite apples are smaller during the summer months. One more reason to hate summer. #
09:49 today's supposed to be really really hot. Which means smelly sweaty people everywhere. R.E.M. should write a song about them. #


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I've opened a Twitter account, inspired by my blogging muse, the ever-cool Mrs Tikistitch.

Expect boring daily updates here.

Blythou out.

I've just received this latest book for crocheting amigurumi (one day, I'll make one, I swear). You like vampires ? You've got vampires ! Fancy ninjas ? They're in there as well... Along with Death, Medusa and various critters, including Cthulhu. I'm afraid I'll have to try my hand at the darling squiddy boy, because I know a couple of friends who might want to adopt him...

I've also found a nice Nosferatu for my vampire loving cousin and sadly there are no Chinese vampires which would have delighted my friends Ginger & JM...

As Thierry said after leafing through the book : "monsters for all our friends... We truly are the Addams."

Blythou out.

Being a cheap bastard has its perks... I found some more great stuff at H&M yesterday evening, including a pink, leopard print, fuzzy Hello Kitty robe that's so over the top it's amazing.

The older I get, the harder it's for me to spend my dough on clothes. I love fashion, I adore clothes, I have a huge wardrobe, plus a big box of clothes under my bed, shoes in three different closets, etc. but I refuse to spend a fortune on something because it's a famous brand.

And anyway, I've tried to convince myself that I can look good in something cheap as long as it's my style. So far, it works.

Oh, well, ok, I paid more for a Clinique eyeshadow (on sale !!!) than on a third pair of skinny jeans, but I have a sensitive skin, whereas my butt is ok as long as it's got something on that fits.

Blythou out.

The first day of the sales was productive to say the least. For unknown reasons (maybe the Sales Divinities were smiling on me), H&M had *everything* I wanted in my size. Usually, they have a very limited stock of size 34/XS in the first place, but not this time...

I found two skinny jeans, two Hello Kitty bras and a HK nightie, a little black dress, a Marimekko for H&M bag and a belted jacket. Pics available on my Flick'r.

I've also bought those darling red shoes. Because I love shoes. Because they're no such thing as too many shoes.

This was only a sales test run. I shall return. Tonight.

Blythou out

Yes, it's *that time* of the year again. Summer sales are starting tomorrow.

But... Since we're redecorating our office, buying some new matching desks & chairs, etc., I've promised myself to be a frugal shopper. Which means I won't buy duplicates of things I already have, things that look cool in the store but I know I won't wear, t-shirts (I have a monster collection of tees) or fun stuff for the house.

I'm currently emptying my office of everything I won't keep. My friend Pouic just came by and left with three bags of stuff and I've got a cartload of books I'll bring to the Red Cross later today. And while I'm at it, I'm going to sort out my yarn & fabric stash.

It's funny how I used to be into hoarding, collecting & accumulating and I've turned into *almost* the opposite. I now have a love for empty, clean walls, shelves with only a few chosen items & perfectly organised closets.

In 10 years or so, I might be able of carrying out my plan for a zen-like flat.

Blythou out.