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Waiting...

It's been an eternity since I've last posted, in fact I was certain I would most likely perhaps never post again... that this blog had had it's day and that there was truly nothing left to write. I think the biggest thing is really that it's been hard for me to write. It sounds strange but even with all the changes, new job, buying my first car, Sienna starting school... I've been waiting. I've been waiting for life to kick back into normal. This however has not happend. I've made changes and moves and countless other life adjustements since I left Barcelona (2 years ago this week) but still I wait, and I want... and I don't feel like it's all there. It's a terrible state of purgatory, one purely self inflicted I may add, but I think it's fair to call it a self made aflliction of the wait.

I'm sure it's simply adjusting to life on my own, and coming to terms with what my future has in store. But this store that my life is apparently being held at, seems to not have my size, and what I think I want looks terrible on me. So it's an ongoing cyclical strife kind of thing. Something not best really written down as it would very quickly tumble into self deprecating dribble.

So I'll stop, now (okay maybe in a minute) having mentioned it and take this moment to recogise that I am a person of action and am not in the least troubled by the thought of changing house, country and job at the blink of an eye. So waiting is against the very grain of my nature. But life throws you what you can handle, and if you can't handle it, you learn how to handle it. So waiting for me is like a life defining excersise. I just hope it doesn't take my whole life to realise that sometimes you can't engineer things and you can't always be in control. This is a bitter pill to swallow considering I earn my livelyhood organising things. Enough! Wait I must, so I shall. But I would just like to have it recorded here that I'm none too pleased about it.

On a completely different note, I had some lovely and exciting news this week. Miss Bambach got engaged! Mihir bought her a beautiful 2 carat diamond. She's of course over the moon and I couldn't be happier for them both. Now only time will tell if the wedding will be in London or Sydney or both. I best start saving up every last penny!

Ooh yes and did I mention Vegas? We had what will now been (or seems liekly to be) an annual girlie pilgimage to Vegas in early Oct. It was such fun! It was lovely to see Andrea, Autum and Sally there and seestor even came along too! Next jaunt is penciled in for Miami in April! I'm counting down the days already. See that waiting thing, it manages to weasel it's way in every little nook and cranny even when you're trying so damn hard not to wait! GRRR.

It's a quiet Sunday morning...

I should be painting but instead i'm untagling some invoice madness for work. Not ideal but it's better than dealing with the pain of trying to do it next week in the office which will be impossible. Lilli is quite happy as it blends well with her idea of a fab day (curled up in a ball at my side while I work)

This last week my uncle by marriage lost his mum. She'd been ill for quite a while and finally slipped away last Friday. She was such an amasing woman. I remember as a child we went to visit her and her husband as they lived in Oliphant. I remember it being a really long drive... and being worried about the bears that were known to trapse across their property. They were kind and they were so welcoming to us. That visit was definately a highlight of my childhood. I remmeber Peggy's amasing cesear salad that she prepared in this massive wooden bowl and most importanly her fabulous rasberry jam. I'm happy she's been released and will no longer suffer, but we'll miss you auntie peggy! But on the flip side her first grand daughter is now in the process of delivering her second great grandson. So in with one spirit and out with another. Funny how those things go isn't it?

Yesterday miss Andrea and I terrorised the poor people in South Kensington... A walk down memory lane, that's for sure. We stopped in to the Chanel shop to pick out a foundation and had giggle at the woman who was refused service as she was using her 'fiance's black amex' they don't let folks here just use whatever card they like, they insist that the owner of the card be present ( I don't think this is the case in the states as this lady was american and not too pleased about being rejected)... but any way, Andrea and I giggled and felt quite smug that we were able to buy what we wanted ourselves... mind you I can tell you that neither of us would protest very much if somone else wished to pay the bill... we then me the lovely miss tasha who looks so fabulous. An inspiration to get the ol bod back in shape again. Proving again how fab she looked, when we stopped in for a drink after our shopping she got asked for ID at her local pub! Honestly. If you're 31 and people think you're 17, you're doing something right!

I'm on the home stretch right now with work. Only 7 working days left and then it's on to packing and sorting things out... one weekend of fun with miss Sally who is flying all the way in from oz to say goodbye to me and then one spa day with andrea and voilia! I'm missing Sienna and can't wait to see her again, but she's enjoying her new life and doesn't seem to miss me much... it all feels like a bit of hurry up and wait. *sigh*

I'm alive!!!!!

Well it's been so damn long since I've been able to write anything here, I think the bookies were taking bets on my probable demise. Not so. Since coming back at xmas work has been busy, weekends full of kiddie things like tennis and swimming... and then miss Sienna's 4th birthday. I've now scraped my self from the pankake-like (run over) shape on the floor and I've taken up a new hobby... It's all about the shrink wrapping baby! I know, not but a few posts ago I was extolling the virtues of posh bin... and now shink wrapping. I have reached a new level of geekdom.

So yes, shrink wrapping or actually vaccum packing I think is more of an apt description. I bought a set of bags from Amazon and wow, live as I know it has now changed. I think the feeling of compacting away all of your skinny jeans the don't quite fit you just now is a feeling second to none. I think I'm going to start my very own vaccum packing therapy sessions. I tell you, it will be all the rage in LA before you know it!

Why am I vaccum packing you ask? Well, after a year long chapter of life back in London and doing the what I know now is possible but perhaps not sane thing of raising a 4 year old on my own and working full time with no support network... I've decided to vaccum pack my life and head back over the pond and for once make my life a tiny bit easier. I know I know it's almost acomplete 180 to my normal modus operandus but hey, I'm getting old folks... and if the fact that this blog is over 10 years old now doesn't do a job of convincing you, I'm not sure what will. So yes, life will be so much easier and better for little miss with a bit of help from my family.

So miss Sienna jetted off with my mum who was over visiting earlier in the week. They're nestling into things back in Canada and I'm here wrapping up my job and flat. I love love love this flat. After living in such a horrible place for so many years in Barcelona I've been so spoiled by having this place. It's big and light and airy and perfect for miss Sienna and I . I will miss it. I'll also miss the beautiful family who moved in upstairs in Sept. They've been so kind and lovely to us both. I hope one day they'll come out to Canada to visit us.

So while I finish up things at work I also have a bit of work to do on me. Living this life that is so full-on has reduced the 'me' down to a faint concept. When you're spread so thin and never have any time to yourself it's amazing how quickly you lose yourself. I've got a month here now with only work and packing as my obligations. Do I know what to do withmyself? Well apparently not. I think I have mild agoraphobia of being me. I think I've forgottne. So in an effort to remind myself that I can woop it up for a bit I've got to get myself a London bucket list so I can cross things off and get stuff done before I go.
On the list for now are>

Tate Modern
Portrait gallery
Hayward Gallery
Harvey Nicks
The long bar at the sanderson
Oscars at the charlotte st hotel (best cocktails in the world)

Any other suggestions?