Thursday, March 29, 2012

Ice Cream

Even though I find myself yearning for the moment when my sandal clad foot steps onto the dusty ground of a foreign and HOT!! country, I do have to admit that the weather in Ireland has not been too shabby the last few days. In fact, the other day a morning paper featured an article claiming that the previous day's twenty or so degrees had been quite the achievement, as neither in Florida nor in Saudia Arabia had it been as hot as here. Unfortunately the forecast for the weekend is not quite as wonderful. Typical. I didn't get to enjoy our beautiful weather in too big of an extent as I had lots of things to do and was running around instead of enjoying ice cream in a park. Some of said running around was done in absolutely springaliscious (or summerliscious if you may) colours, as you can see above. Pale yellow and white striped top, green skirt with velvet polka dot pattern and a turquoise belt. Yep, I looked like an ice cream but that's what I had to settle for as I was not able to relax and eat some!

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Itching Yearning for Sun

I've been looking at holidays all day... I guess it's that time of the year. Read about last year's yearning here.

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Squealing in an Adorable, Cutesy Way, not like a Pig

We shuffled back into the backseat of Caroline's car. I didn't know where we were going next but Caroline revealed that we were going to look at some cats. Excited at the mention of cats but slightly confused, I asked her to explain. She told me that we were going to drive up to a nearby animal rescue center. Queue me jumping up and down in my seat and excitedly clapping my hands like a seal. Anybody that knows me will vouch for the fact that I'm a very keen cat lover. I squeal when I see cats, stop (never mind I'm in the middle of the street, it's a cat!!) and point at it. I dreamily look at the adorable, furry creature until either it approaches me or runs away. Approaching tends to lead to petting said animal while whoever I'm with tries to urge me to hurry up, while if the cat decides to scurry along I'm left with an air of disappointment written across my face. You get the picture.   

When we got to the rescue center I asked Caroline why we had decided to drive up and she told me that John had asked that she drive us there so that I could look at cats. At first I took her comment as a joke but from her serious look I could see it wasn't. John asked her to drive up to the center only for me to be able to look at cats. Aaaaw!! While everybody wanted to look at dogs, I exlaimed "CATS!" and off we went to look at cats first. There was a long corridor with cats in little boxed homes/cages. They all had a litter, a water and food bowl as well as a window to look out of. I was a bit disapointed the cats weren't running free as I didn't want to bother the workers to let me pet all the cats as it would entain a lot of opening and closing of cages. I made do with yearningly looking at their soft furs and contented faces as they lay sleeping on their striped rugs. I didn't want to leave my lovelies behind me, but I figured it wasn't such a big goodbye to make as I wasn't able to touch any of them.  

We went back outside and popped into the barack which was reserved for the dogs. I like dogs, in fact I like all animals (well, I do have to admit I'm not too keen on sharp-teethed and poison filled animals with a habit of snacking on dead or alive humans) but I somehow don't feel like I connect as well with a dog as I connect with a cat. I strolled around for a little while and looked at all the excitedly jumping and loudly barking dogs, but  quickly went back out again. Once outside I saw that everybody seemed to have gone in the same direction and I followed suit to see what everybody was focusing their attention on. I do have to admit that even though there were no cats involved, I did squeal, just a little bit. There were goats, sheep, ducks, chickens and a beautiful peacock. What I think excited me was the fact that due to the fence being about hip height and the animals curious, I was able to pet some of them. I'm sure that with the selection of animals it would only be logical for there to have been pigs hiding somewhere too, had I only looked hard enough. 

By the way: How freaky are the goat's eyes? I did not know goats had alien eyes! Should I be worried? 

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Green Grass, a Manor and a hidden Forest

After breakfast I borrowed some runners from Caroline to morph into a terrain defying version of me and we again squeezed into her petite yet very comfortable car. We were assigned less space for arm and leg movement as we were now also joined by a Brazilian female friend of Caroline's, as well as an ex of hers, whom she ran into unexpectantly the night before and who called in the following day for further socializing. We headed off to a nearby park. 

When we pulled into the designated parking lot (nearby patch of land) it was so packed that we had to cheekily park in front of a recycling center, blocking most of it but seemingly leaving room for slim people to fit in and recycle. At a first glance it was just a normal park: lots of square meters, lots of grass. Somebody who obviously had been there before led us straight to the heart of the place: A cozy café (I'd say it was a cottage, but I'd be more enclined to say it was a shed equipped with a cappuchino machine, mind you, it was still cozy) with outside seating. When you walked through the café (shed) it opened up into a large garden with colourful flowers, a small fountain and a little house with a pointed straw roof. 

We took a stroll through the garden but after we felt we'd done enough discovering we found our way back to the large lawns. There were people everywhere: couples, children, people walking their dogs, joggers. There was a large and very majestic house in the middle of the grounds and it had a string of fairy lights running along the walls of it. I can only imagine the effect the lights would have in the dark. 

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Sleepy Saturday Night

When all the female individuals (that is, Caroline and I) had finished fussing over their appearance we finally headed out, to the great relief of the waiting male individual (that's John). I don't actually know/remember where we went, as I was feeling a bit sleepy after all the wine. I think we took a taxi to a nearby bar but my memory from that night is a bit foggy, and embarrassingly enough my story telling concerns a Saturday night two weekends ago. Procrastinating blogger, moi? Mais, non!

The remainder of the night was spent in a sleepy daze. While I'm pretty sure it wouldn't constitute as sleeping, as there was some form of consciousness there, I was leaning heavily on John's arm all night. I was told that a lot of the night was also spent affectionately gazing up at John from the bottom of his sleeve where I was clinging on to it. 

P.S. I never really think about the fact that my boyfriend is so much taller than me. I only ever notice the height difference when I put my arms around his neck or kiss him, the rest of the time it feels as if we're pretty much the same height. It's funny to see the pictures of the two of us, as I can clearly see there is a difference of a good few inches between us. It is however a welcome change after dating so many shorter guys!

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Makeup Lessons and Wine

After enjoying a very satisfying and filling dinner and enjoying a bit of wine (aherm... two bottles between us), we went out for a few drinks. I debuted this little number. It has a collar, a splash of colour and fits me perfectly. I love it!

I used to hate orange. I guess I changed my mind somewhere along the way, as I own these cute little things. Even though I do own orange ballerinas, I'm not sure I'd venture as far as an orange piece of clothing (say, a dress... I might be mistaken for an approaching fruit on the run) or sport an orange bag. Yep, it seems I appreciate orange, but only in the shape of footwear.

My necklace is vintage and has a blue glass stone in the middle. It has leaves at the top, meaning it's supposed to be thought of as an apple, pear or some other leafy object. Despite it's lack of certainty regarding which leafy object it desires to resemble, I find it adorable, it's one of my favorite necklaces. 

I did my makeup as such. I thought it would be fun to mention to Caroline that I never use foundation, powder etc on my face and said it would be fun if she did my makeup sometime. She swiftly declared sometime would not be good enough but instead immediately would be sufficient. She got all her bottles and jars out and in a few minutes did the remainder of my face which had not been painted by me. 

This is the result. What do you think of my before and after? I thought it looked nice and it wasn't too obnoxiously made up and didn't look tarty. I wouldn't like to wear this much makeup all the time though, as getting beige collars does not really seem that appealing. I also think I scratch, fidget and touch my face too often to be able to keep the makeup on my face, rather than everywhere else. 

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

To Caroline's for an Impromptu Dinner

The other week, as John and I were walking home after visiting the farmers market, we arranged to go over to Caroline's place later in the evening. Not so much go over, nor would it be later in the evening, but her picking us up from my place as soon as we'd get home. We stopped by the shops and got some food to prepare in Caroline's place as we were ravenous and then took the bus home. Once back in the house we put away our purchases from the market (did I mention they sold books for a euro each at the market café? I brought eleven newcomers back home with me...) and also slipped the strawberries and whipped cream I had purchased earlier in the day into the bag of groceries we would be bringing with us.

Caroline had some problems finding my place so we took our bags and our groceries with us and I grasped a large plastic container of salad as we hurried out the door. As we walked up the road and around a few corners to where Caroline was parked, I seemed to get a lot of curious glances from people passing me in the street. Apparently it's unheard of to make a large salad and store it in an equally large plastic container, that then is too bulky to place your average carrier bag.

I've only been to Caroline's place once before but the last time I was unfortunately not equipped with a camera. This time, as John slaved away by the stove, I had my way with the apartment and walked around hapily snapping shots of all the interesting things crammed into all corners of her apartment. 

This is a painted didgeridoo that Caroline bought when she was in Australia. The painting is by Caroline/John's mother.


This is a hungry me, sans make up and clad in my boyfriend's baggy sweater.

I love that there's so many decorative items in her apartment and that it all seems to match. When I buy decorative items (read: knick knacks) they tend to never follow any consistent theme or similar colour scheme.