My Life As A Desk

On my desk today, you’ll find:

Coffee.  Today’s blend is Columbian Supremo.

2 of 501 pens in the house at any given time.

My perfume.  I’m still working on the same bottle I bought two years ago.  I collect perfume.  I either have too much or not enough, considering bottles last two years.

An eyeglass cloth, perhaps proof that I have one.   My glasses are always smudged, and it would seem I never use it.

Sewing kit.  I never use it.  That would be a disaster.

Chapstick.  It’s never in my bag, because it’s on my desk.

My keys on my Highlander (not that one) key chain.

Extra buttons for my jacket.  Unrelated to the sewing kit, because that would be too easy.  And make sense.

LOVE bookmark.  Found with the rubber chicken on the day I had piles. It isn’t in a book, because I read too quickly to need bookmarks.

(More) Power, juice for my once-hated iphone and ever-loved laptop, which never leaves the house.

Empty Wine Gum bag.  Only sweets I’ll buy on repeat.  Real wine gives me heart burn.

General layer of random receipts.  Let’s just say they’re there so all the other stuff doesn’t ‘scratch my nice glass furniture.’

What does your desk look like right now?

Angry Birds Are Good For Your Relationship

Angry Birds 27" iMac

I’ve been drinking a lot of tea lately.  I’m still all about the coffee; we got a cafetière at the weekend, so we could try my Dad’s lovely Christmas present from here.  I have to say though; I’ve revised my somewhat scathing opinions of tea since Sarge arrived on the scene.

There are some quite exciting things happening for me, and tea is the only thing that stops my brain from buzzing.  The fact I now ask Sarge to make me tea instead of coffee at night makes me think of other things I’ve changed my mind about over the years.

Sundays – Loved up or not, I hated them until October 2009.  I always read Sunday papers on days that weren’t Sunday and generally pretended there were two Saturdays in my week.  However, Sundays and I are on speaking terms now.

Alan Rickman’s voice – This irrational entry on the List of Stuff that Lorna Doesn’t Like has been corrected by repeat viewings of Dogma and Snow Cake.

Iphones – Mine, specifically.  Before I got it for free, I swore I wouldn’t get one.  That was before GPS saved my nerves and my street cred.  And before Angry Birds added a few more layers to my already solid relationship.  It’s good for communication and problem-solving skills.  ‘Honey, can you beat this stupidly hard level for me?  Thanks, I owe you one. ‘

This stuff is still on the Do Not Like list: discrimination, apathy, vomiting, bad coffee, Neil Diamond and ferrets.  Those are still non-negotiable.

The State Of My Head

Some of you may remember my quest to get back to my natural hair colour before I turn 30…next month.

I went shopping yesterday, something I don’t do very often.  My roots/fake colour in a full-length mirror was a scary sight to behold.  My nick-name lately has been Two-Tone Tessie.  On the way home, I bought some magic in a box.

I used it this morning to ‘blend my roots’.  They blended quite nicely as I watched Judge Judy for half an hour, while trying to keep the gunk on head and the towel on my shoulders.  I apparently can do neither of these things without a general look of mock disdain on my face.

I don’t have any during/blackmail photos, but here is the After shot.  First one off my webcam, too.  Sorry about that.  My camera insisted on taking arty shots of my hand and the floor.  Which is possibly another post.

New/old hair. And butterflies. And penguins and books. And a lava lamp.

100 Books Or Bust: Double Digits

Cover of "Aloft"
Cover of Aloft

As of this morning, I finished my 11th book of the year.  I’m trying to vary lengths so I don’t ‘cheat’ with short books only.

So far, I’ve read:

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire – in two days, on an island.

The Lacuna – in a little more than two days, back to reality.

The Slap – I’m still calling this one ‘The Bitch Slap’.

A Very Private Gentleman – quoted here.

I Was Amelia Earhart – which took me a little over an hour here.

Warm Bodies – which resulted in maybe not so weird dreams and prompted another library experiment.

Summer Crossing –  which took me back to my University workshops.

The Boy in The Striped Pyjamas – which sat on my shelf for years, and took two days to read.

The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective agency – Recommended by my mother, who didn’t tell there were so many cows in the book.  Cows and tea.  And quiet humour.  And no, I have not read Agatha Christie.

The Help – recommended to my by everyone and their sister, which I ended up reading as part of the SITS book group this month.  I rationed my reading of this one, so it would last longer.

Aloft – Perfectly pitched, dry suburban drama set on Long Island.  Made me want to fly.

What’s next?  Any more suggestions?

Back-seat Baking: Chocolate Ginger Cupcakes

Last week I decided that I wanted to actually make something for Sarge for Valentine’s Day.  Or at least watch someone else do it.  Because the last time I tried to make something, the red stuff wasn’t food-colouring.  But it was iron- enriched.

Anyway, I’m looking up baking ideas, and my PA suggests Martha Stewart.  Now, we have a saying in my family that goes something like this:  Molly was Martha Stewart before Martha was Martha Stewart.

Molly was my Nana, and she was an all around amazing baker, cook, beader, knitter, quilter, home-decorator, general ideas woman and creative. Dinner was not complete without six courses, a sweater not ready to wear without beads on the collar.  And everywhere else.

Nana did everything from scratch.  And I watch people make cupcakes from a box.  Maybe it was Nana’s inspiration that made me add stem ginger to the cupcakes that my PA made and froze last week, and iced this morning.

I added ginger because I don’t like it.  And I wanted these especially for Sarge, who does.

If they were coffee cupcakes, that would have been a present for both of us.  Maybe next week.

Photographic evidence:

Behold the butter-cream icing!
Sarge approves!

Our aforementioned sugar-faces stuck to the plate and couldn’t be added to the cupcakes.  CJ ate them instead.