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A Friday gift (besides that it’s Friday)

So what’s better than a Friday?

Well. A Friday when you’d been mentally preparing yourself for a mad day and then you find out that you have the entire morning free … to do loads of other shit. But that’s not the point.

What it means for me is that I can yoga myself at a reasonable hour (read 6am) and then pack my car and carry things about in preparation for a pop-up shop at Aquaonline (all without excessive preplanning and lack of sleep). Oh yes.

And today has seen me viciously swiping my credit card machine. I love the sound of till slips printing.

Lessons this week ?

I’m actually pretty socially awkward without alcoholic lubrication
I’m 30 really soon
Eka pada shirshasana will be the end of me
It’s not that I’m old fashioned, but I really do like to be chased. Use it don’t use it
I remain obsessed with ceramics
http://katsuyoaoki.s1.bindsite.jp/Works.html
I like men. Much. And it becomes more obvious the longer I remain single …

South Africa has some seriously amazing jewelry designers. Skermunkil is way up there.

: http://luckypony.co.za/?p=12336

I would very much like to wear Madewell every day

: http://www.madewell.com/

Spring is a tease. But I see it over there. Yes I do. Hello balmy good humour and happy times.

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Weekend roundup

11 Jul

I had a weekend that involved a lot of wine. Now, I like wine – I love trying new wines, be they white or red, and tasting the subtle flavours of each new glass – and I love the comfort of a glass of an old favourite. But I’m beginning to think that I like being drunk less and less. And maybe wine is a particular kind of drunk; where whiskey may be a more polite kind of inebriated, wine is a frayed around the edges kind of drunk that quickly goes from giggly to foot-in-mouth and overly acidic.

When I woke up yesterday (with a big thirst on me and a post-party depression that only a severe hangover can induce), I began to think that maybe it’s time to put aside drinking to excess. Perhaps it’s the amount of yoga I’ve been doing, or a month of teacher training, but I can see why yogis don’t drink. It’s the lack of control I don’t like – control of my speech, control of my limbs, control of my memory. I hate feeling like I’ve had a meaningful conversation with someone, but being unable to remember quite what was said … and if what I said was something I would say sober. It’s also the way my body feels the next day (dire) and the fact that I feel like I’ve poisoned myself a bit.

It’s that moderation thing I guess – I don’t really want to be drinking sparkling water at a party; it just isn’t the same, and not from a peer-pressure point of view, but rather from a wavelength and stamina one. Let’s face it – alcohol is fun. I think I just might enjoy it more if I took to heart the glass of booze, glass of water imbibing pattern!

Jen xx

P.S.

Monday reading here: my winter wish list.

Tags: hangovers, Wine