[Disclaimer: I actually meant to publish this post LAST month, obviously, but… I forgot. I will try to do this month’s version THIS month, though. OR, I will just completely forget I even intended to start this series, and never do it again. The guessing will be half the fun!]
this last month I…
The Disappearance of Emily Marr, by Louise Candlish
A few weeks ago, I discovered that if I use the Kindle app on the iPad, I can actually read books while I’m running on the treadmill. Not only has this made running on the treadmill a whole lot more interesting, it’s also allowed me to do a lot more reading, which makes me very happy indeed. I think I remember mentioning last year sometime that I wasn’t finding the time to read as much as I’d ideally like, and, I mean, I’m still not. Ideally I’d like to read ALL the time, but I’m at least getting to read much more than I had been, which is awesome.
I can’t remember how I came across this book, but the title intrigued me: I’m a big fan of mystery stories, and while this isn’t really a “mystery” in the true sense, it’s most definitely one of those books that you don’t want to put down, because you just HAVE to find out what happens next. I found the ending a little disappointing, but really enjoyed the rest, particularly the examination of how today’s media can turn people into “celebrities”, and basically tear them apart. Since finishing this, I’ve started working my way through some more of Louise Candlish’s books, and am really enjoying them: the fact that I’m actually looking forward to my morning run, so that I can pick up my book again says it all, really.
(The fact that I dropped the iPad so many times – and not even while I was running, either – that Terry had to replace the screen last week says a lot, too…)
‘ll be honest: I don’t normally buy expensive cleansers. Actually, I normally wash my face with olive oil. Yes, the kind you cook with, and put on your salad. I’ve been using olive oil as a cleanser for years now – since I first read about it on some beauty blog or other, in fact. I switch to “proper” cleansers whenever someone sends me one to review, but it’s rare that I find the “proper” cleanser any better than the olive oil, which is why I keep returning to it. Why spend money on expensive lotions when you don’t need to, right?
Anyway, this month I was sent this bottle of Lancome Galatéis Douceur to try. I’m a big Lancome fan: I swear by their mascara, and have been impressed with their foundation, too, but while I didn’t have any complaints about this cleanser, it didn’t convince me to repurchase it either. I’m always a little reluctant to review skin care products, because it’s rare that I notice any difference between them all, other than surface differences involving packaging and scents. For that reason, my litmus test of skincare is always the question, “Is it any better than what I’m already using?” In this case, while I’m very much enjoying the little touch of luxury that comes with using a “proper” cleanser, the fact that I’m not seeing any difference in my skin makes me suspect I’ll probably be too cheap to spring for a new bottle when it runs out.
Game of Thrones
KNOW. I’m WAY late to the bandwagon here. The fact is, I sometimes think I might secretly be a hipster, because when people keep on and on and on talking about some TV show, or movie, or whatever, it makes me not want to see it. It’s like that thing when your friend keeps gushing about this NEW friend they’ve met, and OMG, you’re just going to LOVE them, because they’re the BEST, and wait until you hear this hilarious story about New Friend! And all you can think is, “God, I HATE New Friend. Stop talking about him already.” (Er, that’s totally just me, isn’t it?) For me and Terry, Game of Thrones fell into this category. People kept on talking about how awesome it was, and that made us automatically hate it – especially when they all kept banging on about what “geeks” they were for watching it. Nothing annoys me more than people claiming to be “geeks” because they watch mainstream TV shows, seriously. “We will never watch Game of Thrones,” we told each other smugly. “Because if we do, we’ll turn into people who are always talking about Game of Thrones, and we hate that!” Fast-forward to one Friday night a couple of weeks ago, when we collapsed in front of the TV, Terry hit the “play” button on the remote, and…
“Is this Game of Thrones?” I asked suspiciously, as the title music started up.
“It is,” said Terry, looking shifty. I thought we should give it a chance, see what all the fuss is about. We’ll watch three episodes, and if it’s rubbish, we’ll never watch it again.”
Well, two seasons later, and now we are those people who are always talking about Game of Thrones, which, we discovered, is actually as good as everyone said it was. (Other than the bits when there are beheadings. If there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s a beheading…)
ell, OK, I only bought two coats, but that’s two more than I normally buy at this time of year, so it’s been a bit of a coat-fest for me. In my defence, the Boden coat above is a lightweight one, which is actually supposed to be worn around about now, but I also won an actual winter coat on eBay this week too (for the grand sum of £11), which a little bit less seasonally-appropriate. I’d like to say this is just an example of me being thrifty (I’ve always thought summer was the best time to buy winter coats, because you can normally find them waaay cheaper), but actually, I bought it because the weather has been so unremittingly awful lately I figured there was no point in buying the usual selection of dresses and skirts, when it’s rarely ever warm enough to wear them. I’m hoping Sod’s Law will dictate that my purchase of a winter coat should herald the start of a glorious summer, but… I’m not getting my hopes up.
And if it doesn’t, well, at least I’ll be warm…