The table is a very green design, assembly is easy, has been cut out of a single sheet of mdf and is very affordable. What else can you wish for.
Thursday 24 February 2011
table of elements
The table is a very green design, assembly is easy, has been cut out of a single sheet of mdf and is very affordable. What else can you wish for.
Wednesday 7 April 2010
little vending doors full of fried goods (bads?) - hooray cv
Knowing my mate I was sure she'd totally love the tackiness of it. She did. You just don't get to open a little window on the wall and get a croquette out of it that very often, do you now?
Oh yeah, and this was jyg's choice and I cannot wait to see what she comes up with. I can envisage lots of cool and shiny Japanese stuff.
Thursday 11 February 2010
rock birds
How I'd love to be able to visit The Barbican right now. How I'd love to be able to visit The Barbican on a regular basis. Full stop. It's been too long.
E, I'm definitely coming over soon. Alain and the Barbi it is, lurve. One for you and one for me. Deal?
Click here for more on this commission for The Curve by Céleste Boursier-Mougenot.
Fact: Apparently the number of hits on this youtube video has been near half million in four weeks! Original I'm not, it seems.
Saturday 15 August 2009
once upon a time, there was this wee ninja...
Even though this wee one immediately became a cherished possession, I was yet to find a function for this little ninja (it has been hanging prominently on the studio wall but other than that, nada). Now, it's finally found its hiding place (very skilfully making itself invisible in a totally accomplished ninja manner... not) on the banner up there. Where is that ninja? Where is it, indeed?
Beware. Master of the stealth hug too. Kua-chaaiiiiiiii, d'woooooooo!!!
Saturday 8 August 2009
ninjas vs luchadores
Unfortunately, the tee seems to be sold-out.
It would have been the perfect pressie for my Mexican friend G. I actually think I can see her behind that red mask brandishing a cactus as weapon.
I would, most probably, be the ninja sitting on the floor, totally knackered, hyperventilating and being climbed on by a dozen or so enmascarados.
Wednesday 5 August 2009
nice one, buster!
Can you actually believe that silly mark on my feet, though? I reckon I tanned like that (by accident) two summers ago and I still haven't managed to get rid of it. They look pretty manky. They were not.
Saturday 1 August 2009
righting a wrong
Wednesday 29 July 2009
corner view: best-kept secret
Okay, this is not really a best-kept secret at all, as apparently everyone seems to know perry it's THE summer drink in LDN. However, I've just been there for a couple of days visiting friends and, not knowing it was THE summer drink over there and never having tried it before, I have to say I was more than pleasantly surprised by it.
Normally I am a bit of a bitter lass, so I find it ,quite funny to acquaint myself with this drink while bidding farewell to the lovely bird who introduced me to cider so many years ago. I remember my first night out as a fresher at uni. Being a foreigner and all, I asked S what I should be drinking and she bought me a pint of sweet cider! Oh my word... Bright orange, sickly sweet, sticky vile stuff. Luckily, but not before nursing a pretty bad hangover, I started my quest for a better kind of tipple as well as for better booze experts (sorry pet!). Before long, I started drinking either Broon or Scotch, or whatever was on offer at the Student Union, to be perfectly honest.
I was a poor student. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Definitely a sort-of-well-kept-secret-kinda-affair!
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This was my first corner view and I'm aware it's a bit of a crappy secret.
That and that I ramble. I always ramble. Lots.
For more and probably much darker and/or funnier best-kept secrets, please click (below) on the names of all those corner-viewers scattered around the world.
Cheers to Jane, brains behind the idea, hostess and motivator extraordinaire (she had me joining a group, so hey, bottoms up!)
Tuesday 28 July 2009
fancy leaving two architects...
Look what happened to Barcelona.
Gaudí and Van der Rohe would not be impressed. Or would they?
Thursday 23 July 2009
where is that ninja, indeed?
I shall be saying farewell to a very close friend, staying over and catching up with another lovely one and even meeting a blogger whose stories make me laugh more often than not (and whom I suspect to be rather lovely in person too).
Sad, exciting, fun. Mixed feelings, ahoy. Bollex!
Cut-out London poster from famille summerbelle (minus the silly marks of my base camps for the w-end, that is.)
Friday 1 May 2009
a whole new (foot)ball game
Miss C has been dying to get her hands on them and was dead excited to hear there was a pink one too! I, myself, find the golden one particularly gorgeous.
I love the jewellery C makes with recycled materials. I am the proud owner of one of her bicycle-tyre necklaces. You can visit her at kklak.
Note: Many thanks to the unofficial football supplier, much appreciated (nogmaals bedankt, hoor!) and to the selfless messenger-lady M (¡muchas gracias a ti también, eh, salerosa!).
Wednesday 29 April 2009
losing a button: a basket case & lots of flowers
Well, this may just be the perfect opportunity to put into practice my soon-to-be-acquired sewing skills. My born-organiser-good-at-bringing-people-together friend, Ms. Thang M, has convinced a bunch of us to enrol in an all-day sewing workshop next month. I'd been thinking about doing something on that line myself forever so I jumped at the (perfect) chance.
Thursday 16 April 2009
bad polka dot, bad!
Bag Girl Polka Dot is the real title this pretty print goes by. I immediately took to it visually but it really made me giggle too, not only due to its delightful quirkiness but basically 'cos I misread the title. (I hope the artist doesn't mind... As if anyone ever read this! Ha!)
Polka Dot is the nickname of sorts (or rather, battle name) my mate
E got after a rather interesting (for lack of a better word) and rascally night in London a couple of years ago. It started both because she was wearing a fab red & white polka dot dress but also because she had a namesake in our little gang and no-one knew which E we were referring to. (To be perfectly honest, at one point none of us really knew what in sweet baby jay jay's name we were talking about, let alone whom we were talking to).
The thing is that when I first saw the print this morning I mistakenly read Bad Girl Polka Dot (dyslexia? Freudian slip of da mind?) and immediately thought of sending it to E. Bad Polka Dot. Bad, very bad girl!!
Ai, nena, ho he pogut evitar. M'ha fet somriure aquest matí i ho havia de posar aquí! ; ) Potser una idea pel teu cumple?
Tuesday 31 March 2009
la petite (full of snot) apprentie domestique
So, that was Friday. I potted and faffed about the house in the morning (I'm a big fan of lazying about in my pjs, reading the paper, that sort of thing), went out to do some errands and just enjoyed a very chilled and needed day off. I was already starting to feel a bit bleh but kind of ignored it. On Saturday, it sort of started to transpire I was really not 100%. (To be honest, I had been stifling it for a week; the weather had taken a maniacal and evil turn and gone back to Autumn behaviour, and it had been dead busy at work. However, I had just chosen to ignore all those signs and believe the blehness would simply go away at some point.)
It didn't. I'm now home nursing the last remnants of a bad cold/flu. [When does it actually start being The Flu and stop being a common cold? I very rarely have (what is considered) a temperature but still suffer the rest of the symptoms. Flu or no flu, "ça c'est la question"! Anyhoo... I ramble (fact!).] I'm still coughing my lungs out but seem to have slept an itsy bitsy (teeny weeny) bit better than the last few nights (probably something to do with that cough syrup, which should probably be listed under soft drugs; it knocked me out, like!) so things are looking up!
As you may have read, I had the brilliant idea of roasting a huge pollo on Saturday. I was still in denial about how crappy I was feeling so, to my amazement, it turned out well-roasted and well-tasty (was a good quality organic specimen, that chick). So, apart from a couple of tense expletive-laden moments in the kitchen and virtually managing to kill all vitamins in the "steamed" broccoli (I did manage to forget about the boiling water under the steamer and ended up with a beautifully charcoaled bottom of the pan) it probably can, all in all, be considered a success! There's a carcass in that fridge I need to sort out, though. Let's see how I feel in a while when my body follows my brain and starts functioning too.
So, should I achieve the purpose of actually getting my arse in gear, I might have a go at the scone recipe colleague and food-nut D passed on a few months ago. One morning, there was a small package waiting for me atop my keyboard at work; it was the cream of tartar bottle pictured left. Having had a go at making scones that had come out a bit flat (to say the least, they looked like plain biscuits), she recommended Nigella's recipe (her again! the feud continues!) and, a few weeks later, she even got me this, the alleged key ingredient. She's a star. I've made much better scones since (not opening the oven half way through the process is, apparently, a must... d'oh!) but I'm curious about this recipe now.
That reminds me I have yet to crack open this beautiful tin too. Another gift from another lovely friend and colleague, who brought it back from her last visit home. I love the old-fashioned design of the tin but, when I asked her what I could use it for, she looked at me in disbelief (another one) and, with a shake of the head, replied that most traditional Spanish dishes call for it. Ahem!
For the first twenty-odd years of my life (before I left the country to go and study abroad and never made it back) I never really showed any interest in cooking or any other domestic activity and I reckon this applies to most of my mates from home. It's a sign of our generation, really: trying to break with the traditional role of the woman, blah, blah, blah, shan't get into it here or now. We're all (just) starting to pick it up now (and, as I've mentioned here before, we're all on the very wrong side of thirty). Right, pimentón dulce, then. A new challenge, ei! They really want me to cook that lot, don't they?
Thank you, chicas, and, yes, I know I owe you a post on Súper López. I just don't quite yet feel I have my wits about me to try and be (well, if you'll excuse the repetition) witty. As if...
It's all domesticated ninja here lately, I'm afraid.
That and some serious snot! : )
Saturday 28 March 2009
of chicks, lemons, friends, mottos and the flu
And... speaking of lemons, I bought the fab print below at the end of last year but had not yet gotten off my backside and round to buying a frame for it. Silly really, but that's the way things go around here sometimes. I got a simple black frame last weekend and this baby's finally made it up on the wall. My new motto:
So, basically, it seems I'm now well on my way to becoming both domestic goddess and everyday philosopher... Tremble Nigella and tremble Alain (no offence E, darling, I know you've got a massive crush on him)!
However, as I cannot possibly acquire every print I fancy, I'm printing out the one below (the author himself is OK with that as long as it's not used for commercial purposes). I really like the take on the original WW II Keep Calm and Carry On British propaganda poster to be found everywhere nowadays (as well as many a spoof based on it) but what I love the most is the new proletarian crown! Another great motto!!
I'm getting excited about making roast chicken, does that count?
Sunday 22 March 2009
really taken a shine to my new friend here!
Hello gorgeous!! The story goes thus: I bought myself a very similar bracelet, probably three years ago now, at Camden Market in London, after getting off the tube at Chalk Farm just because we liked the name (and wondering whether, in the past, one could actually grow chalk and whether it would sprout in furrows in the ground or hang from trees ready to be picked; would it later be processed and bleached or was organic chalk white by nature?) running down Primrose Hill and having great day out with the lovely Miss P.
It was silver and beautiful, made of leather but painted/sprayed in a way it made it look metallic. I loved it. However, I lost it. In Málaga. Last year. Somewhere between leaving the bags at the hostel, going out for a bite and coming back. No idea how, when or where. Only thing is it was nowhere to be found the next morning. I was gutted. (I know, it sounds all very melodramatic and superficial but some things you're just very fond of and I don't lose stuff often.)
When I mentioned it to lovely E (who happens to live in London as well), she offered to go to Camden and get me another one. I had forgotten all about it when I got this jiffy bag in the mail (containing said bracelet + silly card) two weeks ago. It really made my day! Not only 'cos I am again the proud owner of a beautiful and shiny bracelet (this time a warmer, brassier shade), but because I love all kinds of epistolary exchanges. I'm sure I've mentioned it here before but it really makes me happy sending my friends cards and little knick knacks in the post. I really miss that a lot and I find the whole electronic correspondence (let alone all that social networking malarkey) has killed the snail mail star!
It makes me go a bit postal... sometimes! ; )
Wednesday 4 February 2009
under my (onion)skin
I got acquainted with it some time ago via the same lovely, if slightly off her head, friend who kindly sent me the little onions necklace featured a few posts below!
She hadn't quite sussed out the real nature of the paper when she sent me the link. Apparently, she just thought of me and my wee nickname when she came across it online. Talk about obsessions... Ahem!
Me, I love its random fakeness. ¡¡Gracias, guapa!!
Sunday 1 February 2009
fingers crossed...
It's freezing cold out there, by the way. Just went out to do a couple of errands and post the card but no-one's getting me out of the house again today, I will resist any advances! (Unless, of course, they forcibly hoist me out with the help of a crane, that could possibly work...)
Tuesday 27 January 2009
sweets for my sweets...
Monday 19 January 2009
knowing one's onions...
It came on a brown leather string (I seem to remember) and it is one of la ninja's old nicknames, born years ago playing around with the letters of yet another previous nickname. Either way, hilarious as it was I don't think I ever wore it or, at least, I never did in public. (Okay, if you are reading, E, just imagine yourself walking around a small Spanish town wearing a necklace reading "CEBOLLAS" hanging from your neck... Nah, it just doesn't work, too much attention-seeking and not necessarily of the right kind!). The hilarity of it all didn't go unnoticed by my flatmates but that's as far as it went, I decided not to share it with the rest of the world.
However, a couple of weeks ago, during the Xmas break I found the loose letters inside a little tin box in my old bedroom at my parents' apartment so I took them with me. I have just strung them (rather rudimentary) through a simple black thread and they are now hanging on the cork board in the hallway. I still know my onions, me!