Living, breathing, loving.

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Well, isn’t this refreshing? I haven’t been blogging because I’ve been out doing things, going places, meeting people; not because I’m holed up in a corner with my bottle of xanax.

It is what my charming mother refers to as “finally having a life” (said with an eyeroll, of course). Charming woman, doesn’t mince her words.

So this won’t be anything deep and meaningful, just a few tiny shares of things that have made me giggle, snort, smile and feel like a giant piece of felt (warm, fuzzy, all that).

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This year, I’ve started a Happiness Jar. I will never be able to describe this as beautifully as my loveliest of friends Bronwyn, so head on over here to read all about it (and then go clamouring about your cupboards for a giant glass jar). Best idea ever and such a positive, love-filled way of reflecting upon each day and remembering the best of every, everything.

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On New Year’s eve, I deliberately stayed home. It’s been quite possibly the most difficult year ever and I wanted to be totally alone and quiet. Contemplation. Breathing. Meditation. Gratitude. Hear the fireworks pop and know that it’s now 2014. Fall asleep quietly and easily. How different things were just a year ago.

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ELLE.my launched on an afternoon when there was chocolate cake in the office (surely there’s no coincidence there). To start it all off, here’s what we made for you!

And in case you think that all I do is go for parties and drink cocktails, this website has proof that I do work too (I don’t wake up at 7am every morning for nothing!). I went to all these hot new hotels, then stayed at all these beautiful designer hotels. Then I read all these books to start my new year, saw out 2013 with a glad celebration of my body, wrote this feature, met Zandra Rhodes, stumbled about in the dark and glammed it up with lots of amazing art and delicious Furla Bags.

I’m doing other super things too, but you’ll have to wait a bit longer for that.

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I’ve been back in a photo studio again. Ah, it’s been a long, long while and feels good to be back! The photo above is of me channeling a Kardashian in one of those rare moments that we, the writers, are being shot instead of skulking about the sidelines.

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Rediscovered the incredible Xiong and Bossa Nova at No Black Tie. Then, going home to unearth all my other jazz albums—Lester Young. Benny Goodman, Stan Getz, Oscar Peterson.

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I’ve got the best friend in the world to agree to be my bridesmaid. Now I just have to find the husband *snort*

On the same afternoon, creating a dream board for the year—more on that in a future post!

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Been reconnecting with gorgeous, old friends from over 20 years ago—yes, I am old enough to have friends who I’ve known for 26 years. Discovering that not a lot changes in 20 years. Also, remembering the people we used to bully (and still feeling guilty about it), the boys we had enormous crushes on (and still trying to stalk on Facebook) and that one random girl sitting in a sink trying to wash silly putty off herself (honestly, Yassif, the things you remember).

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Reconnecting to even more friends across the world. London? Los Angeles?  Florida? Virginia? No problem. Skype chats are amazing.

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Enjoying way too many good dinners (and excellent company). I’ve even started a food friends whatsapp group now—that’s a bit tragic, isn’t it?

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Dressing up for a way-out, super fun Harajuku party. Pink skirt, corset, furry pink fake nails, pink feathered eyelashes and a pink wig—I could get used to this. (Get out! I’m not 32. How dare you! I’m only 17!)

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Rediscovering vodka. (Oh my god I love vodka). Ending up in way too many dark and dingy bars with this guy who regales me with stories about how many girls keep coming up to hit on him. Perhaps this is why he especially likes the dark and dingy bars. (I love you, really. You know way too many of my worst stories and still spend Saturday nights out with me, so how could I not?).

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Trying to work out again. And by work out, I mean doing sun salutations in the only available rectangle of space in my tiny, mad, landfill of a bedroom. Saw this meme a fitness fanatic friend put up which said “In 6 months time, you’re going to wish you started today”. I thought of myself in 6 months’ time, a vision of lard, and freaked out enough to commit to push ups and squats every day. Let’s see how this goes *snort*

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Listening to Sara Bareilles—because that is a whole magnificent activity all of its own. So magnificent in fact, that I shall have to end this post now and go lie in bed, listen to more and daydream myself to sleep. Bedtime! zzzzzzzz

One thought on “Living, breathing, loving.

  1. you have been busy lovely Jamie! I’m smiling {while Sara Bareilles is Brave in the background as you reminded me -thank you – !} #whatfarflungfriendsarefor

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