I had a strange old week last week, punctuated by my introverted self turning all the way inward. Lots of conversations with me, myself and I, doubt, fear, plenty of questions. It’s all a little complex, or perhaps not even complex, just a little too involved and confusing for me to be able to go into here. It wasn’t the first time and surely won’t be the last. One of the prominent themes of this reflection was ‘connection’. One of the things I’ve been more conscious of in my life since the start of this year has been connecting with real life. It’s easy to forget to do that, in this online world. Sometimes you just have to take a time out to savour the silence.
I am a self-confessed stationery freak. Being a creative soul, I carry a notebook with me at all times to jot down ideas and things. I love notebooks, pens, nice cards. I have wiled away so many hours in stationery shops, it’s not even funny. It’s a good job I write a lot ’cause I’ve got a whole lot of notebooks to fill. A few weeks back, an outfit called Monsieur Notebook followed me on Twitter. I checked out their website and kind of fell in love.
Beautiful real leather cover, it lies flat, it bends back on itself, you can really put it through its paces. You can choose from ruled, blank, sketch, dot grid, fountain or watercolour paper and of course, a variety of sizes. But the best part as far as I’m concerned, is you can customise them with your name or logo. Monsieur Notebook very kindly sent me my own Bangs & a Bun notebook and I absolutely love it.
It’s safe to say, if you know me, you can fully expect me to get you one of these for Christmas.
The VMAs have long been a talking point for their performances. Remember Britney Spears doing Slave 4 U with the snake and that awesome dance routine? Yeah, talk of the 2001 VMAs and a moment that defined her and her place in pop culture. Well, the VMAs turned up a moment this weekend that was memorable, but perhaps won’t be recalled as wistfully as that Britney performance. Miley Cyrus took to the stage for 6 utterly baffling minutes that have been the talk of the interwebs since.
Back in May, I got a puppy. I just realised, I haven’t updated you guys on his awesomeness since then, which is mighty rude of me. Apologies. Anyhoo, this is our Boston Terrier, Stringer Bell (yes, because I am a huge fan of The Wire and he is the most badass pup on the block). He’s coming up on six months old and he’s kinda just blowing my mind. I can’t believe I live in a house with this little dude and don’t just die of ze cute every day. More pics below, brace yourself.
First of all, no, that picture has nothing to do with the post, but if the internetz will insist on giving a girl photo filters, I’m damn sure gonna use them. Right, on with the topic of the day…
We all do it, from an early age, so much so that sometimes we barely even notice we’re doing it. It almost can’t be helped. We compare our lives with that of our peers. Social media, of course, heightens that. People and their great lives are in our faces online, flaunting it. It’s hard not to absorb it, internalise it and start questioning every little thing you’re doing, why your life isn’t better, what you’re doing wrong. I was chatting with one of my good friends the other night and she reminded me that comparison is a killer. And she’s damn right.
I’ve done a fair amount of traveling this year. Be it press trips, heading off for a weekend somewhere to run a race or just a good ol’ holiday, I’ve been lucky enough to jet off to quite a few places. While I used to find traveling quite stressful, I have since found my groove. I love nothing more than people watching at the airport (well, the getting-to-another-country bit is alright too). So, I thought I’d share with you a few of my top travel tips that make life a little easier for me when I’m jet setting.
Age is but a number, so they say. When you’re a woman though, there’s a lot of pressure to keep that number low. We see it all around us. On TV, women tend to disappear once they get too far past 50 (with a few exceptions), whereas men can stay on there, aged, fat, greying, balding as they can be, seemingly until they literally keel over and die. I’m starting to get a little sick of the demonizing of the aging process. Listen, none of us are getting any younger, literally – so how’s about we just embrace this thing?
I haven’t owned a pair of jeans in a mighty long time. At one time, I seemed to own a zillion pairs, but then my style evolved to dresses and an extensive Wolford tights collection. Jeans also seem to be stupidly hard to buy. Finding the right fit is like the holy grail. I used to hate the process of jean shopping, having to try on a ton of pairs. So it just seemed easier to not own any. But then I realised, a good pair of jeans is actually a pretty important wardrobe staple. So the search recommenced.
Luckily, Jeanography got in touch with me and made the process a whole lot easier.
I love love love my long hair. I’m lucky it remains in good condition at this length. Sometimes it’s a hassle but the great thing about long hair is on the days it’s not working, you can just throw it up in a bun and get on with your day. I’ll often smooth almond oil through my hair at night and wash it out in the morning – acts as a good conditioning treatment and keeps it shiny. But with all my training so far this year I’ve barely had time to do anything with my locks. I’ve been wearing it up more than down and getting it sweaty basically every day. The result: it got so long I could practically sit on it and was looking a bit dry and sad.
The first half of this year was a toughy for me with all that bike training for the Etape du Tour. By the time I got that out of the way, I was very much in need of a holiday. As probably mentioned on here before, I was born in Nova Scotia, Canada. My dad’s side of the family still live out there. My parents had booked their holiday to go out there and visit my grandmother, so I thought ‘hey! Why not just hijack their vacation and go along for the ride?!’ And that’s exactly what I did.