Category Archives: Wearables

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Sufficient unto each day is the evil thereof

Some not-so-good things, in no particular order:

1. Skidding into the Union Street traffic island in the rain and doing mumblehundredworth of damage to one’s very great friend’s car while he is in darkest Africa saving the world via welding

2. Getting to November 25 with less than 25,000 words of NaNoWriMo under one’s belt

3. Having the sole of one’s current favourite shoes start to peel off

Some mighty nice things, in no particular order:

1. The pleasing facial expression adopted by one’s current favourite shoes as their sole starts to peel off (sort of a cross between Audrey II and a greenlipped mussel)

2. Write or Die, srsly. One can do 1,000 words in twenty minutes

3. Having a boy person friend who allows one to perform minor surgery on him with tweezers

4. Reading one’s blog stats. A few weeks ago the only search terms were related to Angel and Buffy, but recently they have included searches for “steampunk”, “Claire Danes”, and my personal favourite, “streep teas preteen video”

5. Finishing one’s final Pilates certification written exams (total time, about 11 hours)

Therefore:

1. Life, on balance, is pretty much peachy

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Three things about lipbalm

1. It gives the boy person friend the quivering feebles.

2. It is best procured from Crazy Rumors, who make delicious tea- and coffee-flavoured ones, and a bunch of other ones that smell like peppermints, bubblegums, icecreams, and citrus fruits. They are silky and nommy.  My very favourite was Plum Apricot Tea Balm from their Brew collection, which they seem to have discontinued, but all the ones I’ve had have been luscious: I am quite the loyal fan. They’re also vegan and cruelty-free, and contain no petroleum products, which I like in a lipbalm, really, sheesh.

3. I have run out.

O dear. I have backup lipbalm, of course; it is New Zealand made and it says Soothing Mint on the front, but it is not the same.

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My MbTs are dead

Well, it took four years, but my Masai Barefoot Technology shoes have finally given up the ghost. Boy, will I miss them. As well as looking like smallish tugboats, they kept my feet toasty warm and my Raynaud’s at bay. Check out how nice they were.

They didn’t exactly go gently into that good night, but they’re gone now. May they rest in peace.