tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49184560654094418452012-02-15T23:09:36.672-08:00Self indulgent musings about all and sundry from someone no more or less qualified to spout them than anyone else.Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478593308194964985noreply@blogger.comBlogger151100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4918456065409441845.post-41703291893925161252010-09-15T16:35:00.000-07:002010-09-15T16:36:27.773-07:00

Ha! My lovefest for all that is shoe got me found on Blogger, by someone in Leicester, England, no less. I knew I wasn't the only shoe-nut out there. He too is an aspiring shoe designer and you can find his blog, louboutininthemaking, with the link below. Long live the heel!

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Anyone who knows me knows I loooove shoes. Really. I would marry them if I could. One of my life’s dreams is to design my own shoe line. But it’s not quite as easy as starting your own clothing line. Mocking up a pair of strappy heels that won’t buckle under 130 pounds of flesh, or come flying off and stab some unsuspecting passer-by in the eye – because you know that would happen – isn’t as

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I just wrote a really long blog, the subject of which was administrative calamities, and Blogger lost it. Well played Blogger, well played.

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I'm the one of the youngest out of my school year group so I've always had ample time to get used to the idea of my next birthday swinging around. My friend Vicki and I bookended the rest of our friends so long before I turned sixteen or twenty-one or whatever milestone it was, I would have already celebrated that number a dozen or so times. This is even more true now that I'm 'friends' with a

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My day job demands, well, not much really, thus I spend far too much time on the Internet. That could be time well spent reading the New York Times, writing, furthering my career etc. etc. But alas, despite my best intentions, I inevitably end up “window” shopping. This is, however, a vast improvement on my past predilection for actual shopping. I’ve been asked why I torment myself by looking at

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Completely plagiarising my friend and business partner Karen, I'm going to write about a 'first' for me. See her blog 'So What's New?' Yesterday I was a hair model - the good kind. I didn't have some shear wielding student attack my hair like a possessed lawnmower, I had my regular stylist, who I heart by the way, use me for a presentation. A few of the stylists from my salon, Grasshopper, had

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Once again I have to begin a blog posting with "look how long it's been since my last post." Rubbish. I claim to be a writer. A writer is someone who writes. Therefore until I can respectably blog at least once a week, I am going to refer to myself as a Writabe as in a "wannabe writer." Hmmm, that has a ring of busy-bee-ness to it which doesn't really apply to me. Obviously.  How about a

Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478593308194964985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4918456065409441845.post-35456347771558474072010-01-14T14:07:00.000-08:002010-01-14T23:17:47.375-08:00

I just wanted to provide an update on the would-be maker of the Frankenpanties. Apparently she had quite a heavy cold over the Christmas holidays but rather than disappoint her elderly guests, she, with her usual 'war-baby' reserve, soldiered on to make a wonderful dinner for everyone. In a less than traditional move, so as not to infect her guests, she chose to serve the entire Christmas dinner

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At work I frequently use those inter-office envelopes. You know the kind, always orange in color with the lines to insert 'from' and 'to' etc etc. Well, every so often I pull one from my stack and it won't have been used for almost ten years. The one I have in my hand right now was last used on April 20th, the year 2000, and yet it is in pristine condition. How does this happen? Where has this

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For the past couple of days I had been repeatedly bumping into the door of one of the bathroom stalls at work. I had started to become concerned that maybe there was something wrong with my brain. Why did I keep wanting to push through a door that I should be pulling?I eventually learned that property management had changed the door from push to pull, but this didn't become clear until after a

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I love my nana. She's wonderful in every way that a Grandma should be. She bakes pies, makes jams, and sews and knits clothes that don't deserve to be incinerated alongside fringed gloves and harem pants. Granted, she does insist on bringing her special brand of "Candies as Hard as Concrete" to the movies (she must be the exception that proves the rule that all Brits have bad teeth), and jabbing

Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478593308194964985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4918456065409441845.post-63865230856256073752009-03-25T12:22:00.000-07:002010-06-15T16:33:30.107-07:00

I have just joined Twitter. I now have four avenues by which I can impart my "tenacious spirit and wit" (yes, air quotations are applicable). It began with Myspace, quickly followed by Facebook - remember the days when it was just these two scrapping it out in playground? Myspace was the working-class Oasis to Facebook's Blur? Ahhh, good times - then there was the assault of requests to join Bebo

Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478593308194964985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4918456065409441845.post-29081070652384073132008-06-09T10:11:00.000-07:002008-06-09T10:56:07.670-07:00

Nobody expects the job of an admin assistant to be all that thrilling. The name of the game is pretty much copy, file, type etc. etc. Boring, needing of just 2 brain cells to rub together, but you know, acceptable. Lately though my job has pretty much consisted of ordering food, every day, food, food and more food. Sandwiches (no mayo!), salads (no onion, this kind of dressing instead of this

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This is a thing that happened to me one morning a time I don't remember ago. You're scanning the shelf at Wholefoods wondering which organ to sell so that you can have a sandwich. You're stood on the street corner waiting for the light to change, vying for pole position, preempting the white man so that you're first into the street. Win! You catch the eye of a stranger and before you can smile

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I once tried starting a blog before, on my myspace page, and my first posting was about fart-clouds. I didn't post much after that.You might think that second time around I will aim to be a little more intellectual, a little more...is there an opposite to 'pointless'?* You are misguided. Any of you who know me (and I'm pretty sure you must, obligation is the only reason anyone will read this

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