white parsons desk

I'm schicky! And I'm weak! This is what poor, schicky me has been downing all weekend:

Anyway, onto more pressing matters. I want a small white desk for my room! Preferably, a desk that I can place my lap top  on whilst I sit and twiddle my thumbs etc.

I love the famous West Elm's 'Parsons' desk. The design is so classic and timeless. But I can't seem to find a similar cheap one here in Sydney - so I'm thinking I might get the 'Parsons Mini' directly from West Elm in America for $200.00 (Incidentally, West Elm now ships to Australia, although they have delivery restrictions on 'oversized' furniture. Not sure whether the "mini" desk would constitutue 'oversized furniture'). 

Post Edit: Turns out that they can in fact ship the desk to Australia, but it will incur $234.00 in shipping costs - more than the desk itself!

Still, it's really tempting...

Interressant. Sehr Interressant.

Back when I got my first "real" job in 2006 at a multi-media firm in the city, I could never have imagined in my wildest dreams where my life would lead, almost 5 years later.

Perhaps a stint living overseas for a bit? Maybe finally moving out to my own new diggs?

Oh, how about we try STLL LIVING WITH THE OLDS AND UNEMPLOYED. And still asking to borrow the car with that really big bird shit on the driver's side window. Like, really, universe?

BUT I digress. My first job was a great opportunity to meet a bunch of creative and intressant folk, one being  my former desk-neighbour and Flash developer extraordinaire, Cactus Girl. So the story is that she used to have a miniature cactus plant, perhaps no bigger than 5 cm in height, which she had smugly placed on the line of demarcation between our adjoining desks.

And like your average peeping tom neighbour, I would keenly observe as she used to, every so often, whip out a ruler and measure her cactus (that last sentence felt a bit dirty to type). Anyway, she would literally measure the plant's height with a ruler. She'd also sporadically move it around to make optimal use of  the fluorescent lighting in our office and just generally act super weird with it.

I loved thy neighbour (and still do) - don't get me wrong - but alas, I bore a secret hatred for my neighbour's sinister looking plant.

Such disdain, if you really must know, was probably borne out of one unfortunate incident where the cactus molested my delicate thumb appendage and absolutely no hilarity ensued whatsoever. Sure, I might have been snooping around her desk when it happened (she was away sick so it was ok). But still, bonsai thorns hurt too! Even more so when you have a tiny appendage.

Anyway, a lot has transpired since those good ol' days - different jobs, changing relationships, new interests - but  we've managed  to keep in touch as life "happens".

For example,  CG recently held an exhibition at the Global Gallery in Paddington, showcasing  her  exquisite ceramic artwork. I missed opening night (I was in London at the time), although I did manage to pop by on the last day to see for myself what all the hoo-ha was about.

And here, my blog readers, I present to you the hoo-ha, in all its magnificent ceramic glory:

I also wanted to share these lovely photos, of another former desk-neighbour, this time from the law firm I used to work at.

 Miss C - "C" as in "Chuck-Norris-Bad-Ass" - participates in bouts of medieval fighting - as a girl is wont to do every now and then. How very bad ass.

Aren't these photos simply amazing? The ethereal Miss C just goes to show that medieval fighting is not exclusively the domain of 40-year-old-WOW-players and the butch.

shit my mum says...(and the shit she says after to cover it up)

Granted, my mum only says this when she is super pissed (like that time I left my keys at home and had to cut a hole through the kitchen fly screen window and crawl into the house, "like an animal" - as I recall her saying at the time).

I e-mailed my mum to let her know I will be publishing her quote, ad verbatim, on my blog. This is what she came up with (read from the bottom):

"I must have been really blessed in my past life to get two girls". Yeah, no ones buying your shit, Yvonne.