Where to start? The get fit theme is continuing. Have you ever jogged past a reflective surface in a sports bra and short shorts? Let me tell you that it's not pretty, gravity can be so, well...highlighting! Let me also share with you that if you have a muffin top, chances are you are also in possession of a muffin front and a muffin back too as any excess flab circumnavigates your midriff and doesn't just sit precariously on your hips, shocking, I know. I'm still loving the exercise, I haven't felt this good physically for a good while, (apart from the nagging pain in my knee but even that is starting to subside...finally,) and I sleep like I'm in a coma...bliss.
I had my first foray into the works of Shakespeare via the Liverpool Playhouse and Antony & Cleopatra. The Playhouse is so intimate, I was practically on stage. The leads, Kim Cattrall, Jeffery Kisson and Martin Hutson were amazing, as were the rest of the cast. I won't pretend I understood every syllable but the acting was so good, I couldn't help but keep up. Brilliant, dramatic and emotional performances from all the leads, how they do that every night, I will never know.
Christmas is definitely on it's way, if you needed proof, the Starbucks red cups are back and there are Christmas trees springing up all over the land. As usual, Christmas stresses me out, but before I get that far, I have several non-Christmas celebrations coming up to distract me from my nervous breakdown.
In the meantime, I'm threading crystals like a demon, I'll be uploading new friendship bracelets soon. Until next time...
Tuesday, 16 November 2010
Saturday, 16 October 2010
Octobrrrrrrr
I have reluctantly bid farewell to the summer with most mornings requiring woolly hat and collar up as I walk from car to the 9-5. Patrick Kielty has bowed out of this summer stint on Radio 2, have to say; Saturday mornings are not the same without said pasty Irishman, it was like listening to the ramblings of a mate when you haven't heard from them for a week.
I have exhausted my supply of face moisturiser and so I'm using a freebie hand cream I got with a magazine. I know... I can hear the thud of beauty counter experts passing out all over the land. I can still remember the face of one expert, many moons ago, deep in the bowels of a Manchester department store, beauty expert asked me what I used on my face, when I replied my body lotion because I loved the smell, you would have thought I'd just deliberately sat on her puppy.
The nights are fast drawing in and this is my least favourite time of year. On the bright side, I do love the crisp bright days with crunchy, orange leaves underfoot but oh how I hate the long dark nights. If you had any doubt we were in Autumn you only have to switch on the TV for confirmation in X Factor and Strictly! Strictly is back with a bang and a new format which is working well, ones to watch; Matt Baker, (who knew!? Except perhaps for Mrs Baker,) Kara Tointon and Dr Stephenson! I'm still miffed with the BBC for shelving Arlene Phillips and now, some of the professional dancers who I saw on tour this year by the way and trust me, if the Beeb think those dancers are past their best then they weren't looking in the direction of the stage. Fake tan, crystals, sweat.... bring it on.
Bought a bottle of Spritzer on way home today, male assistant did a double take because he didn't think I was old enough! Bless the clearly visually impaired assistant....he made my day!
Loving; The Mentalist, Strictly, Bondi Rescue, Bondi Vet, James Blunt's new toon, steaming soup with bread and butter, jogging, my bed Zzzzzzzzzz
I have exhausted my supply of face moisturiser and so I'm using a freebie hand cream I got with a magazine. I know... I can hear the thud of beauty counter experts passing out all over the land. I can still remember the face of one expert, many moons ago, deep in the bowels of a Manchester department store, beauty expert asked me what I used on my face, when I replied my body lotion because I loved the smell, you would have thought I'd just deliberately sat on her puppy.
The nights are fast drawing in and this is my least favourite time of year. On the bright side, I do love the crisp bright days with crunchy, orange leaves underfoot but oh how I hate the long dark nights. If you had any doubt we were in Autumn you only have to switch on the TV for confirmation in X Factor and Strictly! Strictly is back with a bang and a new format which is working well, ones to watch; Matt Baker, (who knew!? Except perhaps for Mrs Baker,) Kara Tointon and Dr Stephenson! I'm still miffed with the BBC for shelving Arlene Phillips and now, some of the professional dancers who I saw on tour this year by the way and trust me, if the Beeb think those dancers are past their best then they weren't looking in the direction of the stage. Fake tan, crystals, sweat.... bring it on.
Bought a bottle of Spritzer on way home today, male assistant did a double take because he didn't think I was old enough! Bless the clearly visually impaired assistant....he made my day!
Loving; The Mentalist, Strictly, Bondi Rescue, Bondi Vet, James Blunt's new toon, steaming soup with bread and butter, jogging, my bed Zzzzzzzzzz
Saturday, 11 September 2010
What's New Pussycat?
Camel... not the humped variety but the colour, is still in. Camel, nude, buff, the must have colour of the summer still has legs and is going to guide us gently throughout autumn. I have to admit, having a complexion best described as pasty, I resisted the urge to delve into the nude trend at first knowing that wearing it would land me a role in Casualty, as an extra playing a sick person, should I wish to audition. However, I managed to stumble upon the most gorgeous pair of nude patent leather sling back heels in John Lewis which I now adore. And so, in celebration of nudeness, I'm adding a Stackable Swarovski bracelet to the eBoutique in topaz, hope you like.
Hair has been doing a scarily accurate impression of wool throughout the summer and I have decided enough, is enough. I'm now trying out Aussie Frizz Miracle conditioner (Australian Blue Gum Leaves Extract.) Still takes a big round brush, a bucket full of blue goop and very hot straighteners to wrestle the head into submission but I have had a few "shiny" compliments this week so looking.... better.
Lastly, I attempted to jog this morning for the first time in about 20 years. I went jogging in an attempt to get fit and lose a bit as I have a gorgeous blue, shantung silk dress I need to get into by December. I told lots of my friends I was going to attempt to jog in the hope that it would make it harder for me to back out. Wasn't sure if I would be able to, if knees were upto it etc. I was a sprinter at school which has left me minus the legs of a gazelle and with pins akin to Emile Heskey in the chunkiness stakes. I was hoping to at least look like I knew what I was doing and not look like Mr Bean. Anyway, I put on appropriate gear; stretchy pants, old trainers etc and stepped out of the door at 6.20a.m. First thought was "gosh, hope no one else is up and looking out of their window." Then, off I went, started slowly then picked up the pace. I thought I was going to make it home without seeing anyone, (please God,) but then, on the home straight, in the distance I could just about make out a man walking towards me on his way to work. Even though I looked like a runner with the pants and all, and felt that I looked the part and not like I was fleeing a crime scene, said man did look a bit scared. As the gap between the two of us closed, I raised my hand in the fashion of Fred Dinenage from his days of "How!" Didn't feel able to actually speak, not sure I could have spoken and maintained breathing at the same time so a wave it was.
I had left home without a watch so no idea how long I'd been out but as I returned home and eagerly clocked the new time like a marathon runner checking her personal best, I had been out jogging for a whole..... 7 minutes! Whether I keep it up is another matter, whether I can even get out of bed tomorrow will have to be seen but still, ever so slightly chuffed at my 7 minute wonder :)
Hair has been doing a scarily accurate impression of wool throughout the summer and I have decided enough, is enough. I'm now trying out Aussie Frizz Miracle conditioner (Australian Blue Gum Leaves Extract.) Still takes a big round brush, a bucket full of blue goop and very hot straighteners to wrestle the head into submission but I have had a few "shiny" compliments this week so looking.... better.
Lastly, I attempted to jog this morning for the first time in about 20 years. I went jogging in an attempt to get fit and lose a bit as I have a gorgeous blue, shantung silk dress I need to get into by December. I told lots of my friends I was going to attempt to jog in the hope that it would make it harder for me to back out. Wasn't sure if I would be able to, if knees were upto it etc. I was a sprinter at school which has left me minus the legs of a gazelle and with pins akin to Emile Heskey in the chunkiness stakes. I was hoping to at least look like I knew what I was doing and not look like Mr Bean. Anyway, I put on appropriate gear; stretchy pants, old trainers etc and stepped out of the door at 6.20a.m. First thought was "gosh, hope no one else is up and looking out of their window." Then, off I went, started slowly then picked up the pace. I thought I was going to make it home without seeing anyone, (please God,) but then, on the home straight, in the distance I could just about make out a man walking towards me on his way to work. Even though I looked like a runner with the pants and all, and felt that I looked the part and not like I was fleeing a crime scene, said man did look a bit scared. As the gap between the two of us closed, I raised my hand in the fashion of Fred Dinenage from his days of "How!" Didn't feel able to actually speak, not sure I could have spoken and maintained breathing at the same time so a wave it was.
I had left home without a watch so no idea how long I'd been out but as I returned home and eagerly clocked the new time like a marathon runner checking her personal best, I had been out jogging for a whole..... 7 minutes! Whether I keep it up is another matter, whether I can even get out of bed tomorrow will have to be seen but still, ever so slightly chuffed at my 7 minute wonder :)
Wednesday, 18 August 2010
Hello!
Hello there! Okay, feel like I'm talking to myself but hey... Let me introduce myself just in case there is more than me reading this. Despite the "Jack," I am a she. It's short for Jacqueline and I've been "Jack" to my nearest and dearest since the beginning of time so, Jack it is. I am the creator of LoveHarlow.com and of this blog which, I must tell you, is a minor miracle as I am probably the most non-technical person on the planet. Anyway, someone upstairs must have taken pity on me because here I am and here "it" is. Bear with me, this may be painful at times but nothing ventured...nothing gained.
I am finally getting to bring LoveHarlow to the masses, I devour the glossies and interpret current trends my way, it's always been a case of; if I would not wear it...it doesn't make the cut. I love every piece I create and I wear it with pride, if I hadn't made it I would still be thinking; "that's so pretty!" Anyway, after many an hour and many a thought and many a sleepless night, we are good to go and all are launched. I feel like I need to lay down in a darkened room for the next century to recover however, the worst is over and "we" are created and open for business :) I've decided to start small, I'm a perfectionist and to be truthful, if I'd done all I wanted to do, you would be waiting well into the next century for me to be open for business so... small it is.
The saying goes that God laughs at those who make plans, still, I'm kind of stoked that LoveHarlow and my blog both happen to be Leo babies ;)
I am finally getting to bring LoveHarlow to the masses, I devour the glossies and interpret current trends my way, it's always been a case of; if I would not wear it...it doesn't make the cut. I love every piece I create and I wear it with pride, if I hadn't made it I would still be thinking; "that's so pretty!" Anyway, after many an hour and many a thought and many a sleepless night, we are good to go and all are launched. I feel like I need to lay down in a darkened room for the next century to recover however, the worst is over and "we" are created and open for business :) I've decided to start small, I'm a perfectionist and to be truthful, if I'd done all I wanted to do, you would be waiting well into the next century for me to be open for business so... small it is.
The saying goes that God laughs at those who make plans, still, I'm kind of stoked that LoveHarlow and my blog both happen to be Leo babies ;)
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